z3mos

[z3mos]

god i need hyper and needy thanos. he takes the pills without telling you and hes suddenly grabbing u everywhere and pulling you into the most intense make-out sesh while humping ur leg

Wired Up!

uhmmmm yeah 🙂‍↕️ me fuckin tooo!!!! You’re fuckin genius, ty for blessing my inbox. here you go lovie!!!! :3

I also wanna apologize for the lack of posts, ya goirl going through it 🫠

Warnings: smut (18+) , thigh fucking / humping , sex while under the influence of drugs , nipple play , read at your own risk

‘Baby, I’m coming over.’

Not a question or a request. It’s a statement. The second you get that text you know your boyfriend is manically on the way to your apartment.

‘Thought you had a whole promotional thing to do? Wasn’t it supposed to end at 12am?’

You look at the small numbers at the corner of your phone screen as you text, 8:34pm. He’s way early, there’s no way he’s done with his show and the little promotional after party he was doing.

‘ye’

You scoff at your phone, of course he gives you no other explanation.

‘Are you seriously otw? I have work in the morning.’

‘Ik ik. Please. Just need to see u. Like 6 minutes away.’

‘You better open that fucking door I stg, woman. I’ll kick it down if you don’t.’

You giggle, eyes watching how the text come one after the other, you can just imagine his thumbs rapidly fumbling across the screen as he tries to get to you.

‘how are you even getting here? ik you’re probably wasted.’

It takes him a couple minute to respond.

‘lol. more than wasted.’

‘walking. running. wanna see you so bad.’

‘Subong!! I could have picked you up!’

He doesn’t reply for a couple minutes- it’s enough to freak you out knowing that, now, your boyfriend is running drunk in the streets to your house.

Hurrying down the stairs of your apartment, nearly tripping over your own feet, you’re about to snatch your keys out the basket and get in your car to find him.

You don’t even know where he is! You pause, smoke practically coming out of your heels as you jostle your wallet, keys, and phone. You get his contact pulled up, tap his icon with a shaky thumb and pull up his location.

What…?

That can’t be right?!

The club was at least a 20 minute walk to your apartment. Theres no way he was at your apartment already.

Two loud knocks are shaking your door within the frame, it’s nearly knocking you out of your slippers. The slamming thuds of someone’s fist on your door makes your heart leap into your throat- even more so when it’s followed by a softer, duller thud.

“God, pleaseeee. Let me innnnn…need to see youuuuuu.”

Drawn into a whiney groan, you instantly know who it is just but the first word alone- how the fuck did he make it to you that fast???

You quickly drop your keys and your purse down, opening up the door to see a very flushed and panting, Thanos.

“Ughhhh fuck yesss.” He hisses, low and primal. Your door isn’t even all the way open before your boyfriend is stumbling through the door, arms wide open and searching for you.

Maybe it’s the drugs he took (it’s absolutely the drugs he took), but all he can think about right now is you. He needs you.

Thanos chest is heaving. You can see beads of purple begin to drop down his hairline and onto his forehead- he was fucking not running to you- he was sprinting. Full force sprinting like some long lost lover who’s just come back from overseas and sees his sweetheart.

Like if he didn’t get to you- to see and feel you within the next 30 minutes that he’d might die. To him that’s exactly what it felt like- whatever the fuck Nam-Gyu gave him had him so wired.

He needed you. Needed to feel you, kiss you, taste you- fucking whatever you’re willing to give him at 9pm on a Thursday? Fuck, he’ll take it. He can’t even think straight, his body feels like it’s vibrating.

He should be tired- he’s been up all day, has done 3 separate shows, just sprinted 20 minutes, and has smoked so much weed his eyelids are weighed down. But he isn’t. He can feel his heart in his throat and can hear every passing thought he has all at once, overlapping each other.

And they’re all about you.

“Subong!!!!!” You gasp, “How the fuck did you get here that quick?!” You try to reach behind him to close the front door but he stops you.

He grabs you with ease, hands landing on your hips and squeezing the plush flesh. No time is wasted, he’s pulling you flush to his front and cutting off your surprised squeak with his lips.

With one backwards step, Thanos is colliding back first with your front door and closing it with a harsh slam.

The kiss is all teeth and tongue. He’s kissing you like it’s the very first time he’s kissed you- needing to explore every inch of your mouth and coat every single one of his tastebuds in the taste of you.

“I- mmm fuck- got some guy to drive me half way-“ His mouth is back on yours before he even finishes his sentence, messy and depraved. A neediness that you know is not his normal. It’s raw, violent- spurred on by something.

Thanos pulls away breathless, lips covered in your spit, eyes blown wide. He thinks maybe he can take a breather, to at least say hi to you properly now that he got the smallest taste of you. But he can’t.

You’re the drug. Not whatever he’s on right now.

“-sprinted the rest of the way. Needed to see you so bad.” The end of his sentence is drawn into a wrecked whine, a resemblance of a whimper wrapping around his words that does nothing but make your knees weak.

Kissed breathless, you stare blankly at your boyfriend, mouth still slightly open. Shaking your head free from the surprised fog that warped your mind, you meet his eyes.

Really looking at him this time.

Blown wide- black swallowing the color of his iris.

“You’re high?!” You gasp.

You didn’t expect this- how could you?! (You absolutely could- you know who you’re dating)

Fervent lips are back on you, kissing down your jaw, tonguing over your skin like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Mhm- ‘Gyu gave me this new shit-mmpf you smell so fucking good- got me so fuckin’ wired baby.”

Large hands gripping your hips nearly hard enough to hurt, your being pulled so tightly against him, your thigh slotting right between his leg. You can hear him release the skin on your neck with a wet ‘pop!’ to nose along your neck and take a big inhale of your scent like some wild dog.

Another surprised gasp leaves your lips, your breath crashing out of your lungs as you’re pressed right to him- tight n’ snug- right where he needs you.

“Y-you said you were just gonna smoke…” your hands find purchase on his chest, fists curling and clutching at the fabric of his obnoxiously neon shirt like a life line, “just weed.”

Thanos whines when you scold him, your voice harsh when you remind him that he promised just to smoke some weed- maybe drink some at this party. You didn’t want him to be fucked up beyond belief!

“B-baby..” he hiccups, nipping at your neck one more time before kicking his head back against the front door with a wanton expression.

Thick eyebrows upturned so far that they’re nearly hidden by disheveled, purple locks that fall onto his forehead and cling to his skin with sweat, “I-I was gonna- I swear!”

You feel his hips roll against your leg in a shuddering motion, it’s subtle- not even enough for you to think anything of it. To you, it seems like a drunken or high stumble. It was fitting for him right now.

“But ‘G-Gyu, said he got this hook up on some wild shit- shit I hadn’t even heard of.” Tattooed hands are leaving your waist in favor of touching and grabbing anywhere he can.

He’s dropping his head back to your neck, lips ghosting along your pulse point as wild hands explore every part of your body that’s available to him. You couldn’t even leave if you wanted- no matter where his hands were- he’s keeping you so snug against him.

“Designer shit-“ he continues on like it has any actual standing in convincing you why taking whatever he did was a good idea, “And c’mon…” his nails scratch at the small of your back, “I’d be stupid to turn down some free shit like that!”

You open your mouth to reply but any further scolding you intend to do is lost to the world when his lips are on yours once more.

Mouth wide open, it’s messy and uncoordinated. But, the way he licks along your tongue, lips twisting and molding with yours like some intricate face has you completely mindless.

Hands slipping under the waistband of your cute little sleep shorts, he’s using your ass to lift you up the slightest bit and press you exactly where he needs.

And that’s when you finally feel it.

He’s hard.

So fucking hard.

“Subong-“ you pull away from the kiss, voice rough with sternness but touch and creaky from the mind numbing, sloppy kiss you just yanked yourself away from.

He doesn’t know why- but the why you say his name. His real name. In a scolding manner like he was some dog that needed to be shamed for bad behavior has his cock aching.

“S-shhh baby..” he shushes you, hips rolling up against your leg, dragging his heavy cock up your soft thigh. He can feel the warmth of you through his shorts. Oh god, he could cum like this, “lemme just- yeahhh jus’ like that.” Another drag of his throbbing buldge across your thigh has him letting out a blissful laugh, eyes nearly crossing.

“Lemme just use you, yeah? N-needa feel you- please- lemme just-“ it doesn’t matter that he’s asking, he’s already doing.

Painted nails grope at your ass, using it as leverage to rock against you, fabric bunching against your skin and biting at the underside of his cock in a way he’s never felt before.

“C-can scold me later…tell me- oh fucking shit- can tell me how I s-suck and how I’m so bad..” Thanos hisses, his chin tucking to his chest to watch as the very large bulge in his shorts is squished against the plush of your thigh.

Your eyes follow his, and every terse word you want to say is instantly dissolved when you look between you two.

Thick cock pressed against your thigh, anytime your boyfriend humps against your leg you see the perfect impression of his crowned cock head, tip leaking through the fabric of his shorts.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Subongs hips shudder against you, using your thigh to get himself off. He’s already thinking about asking Nam-Gyu for another hit of his whatever the fuck he’s on because if your thigh feels like this…what the fuck would your sweet pussy feel like wrapped around him?!

But he can’t stop. He can’t stop to take this elsewhere to even escalate it further. It feels too fucking good.

It’s nasty. You should be somewhat disgusted- your boyfriend coming to your apartment late at night off some drugs he swore he wouldn’t do only to hump your leg like some dog in heat. But you’re not.

“Mmmm fuck yessss.” Voice raw and dry, Thanos is removing his hands from your ass to grab at anywhere they can, his mouth is back on yours- hot and needy.

They end up at your face, cupping your cheeks and squishing them together, making your lips form the cutest little pout.

“My pretty fuckin’ girl…” teeth clenched, he grits out his words, hips dragging against your thigh relentlessly chasing a high you weren’t even sure he could achieve by just humping your leg.

Then, for some reason, you’re thinking about the club he left early to be here- the one he was supposed to be preforming at for the night- stupid thought to have right now.

“Your show-“

“F-fucking forget the damn show- god I’m fucking leaking… I can- I can refund those fucks.”

“Y-you really shouldn’t have taken whatever Nam-Gyu gave you…” it’s a pathetic attempt at trying to still seem mad, your voice is high and creaky, more than affected by the situation.

“The fuck i shouldn’t?! I-I’m goin’ back to-tomorrow an’ getting more- feels so fuckin’ good- we’re fucking while I’m on this.”

The idea should irritate you- should make you feel some type of way that your boyfriend wants to fuck you while he’s railing lines of some crazy designer drug that apparently is some sort of aphrodisiac.

But the thought only makes the wetness in your panties begin to pool pathetically in the crotch of the fabric.

In a blur of purple, Thanos mouth is back on you, lips pressing open mouthed kisses down your jaw back to your neck. His hands are dropping to your waist, running up and down your sides- squeezing anywhere he can

“We can-“ you begin, pointing a finger back towards your room.

“Nuh-uh…” Thanos whines. Straight up whines. A low and breathy sound that makes you think that pulling away from this position might kill him.

And it just might.

“wanna- needa- need to cum like this…f-fuck, it feels so fucking good- you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.”

He’s yanking you back to him, closing any distance you made with pointing back towards your room.

He can’t move now- he absolutely can’t. Not when he can feel every inch of your body against his, feel the warmth of your skin practically seep into his, or feel the soft fat of your thigh press so deliciously against his cock as he humps against you.

“It- wow, holy fuck”

His lips tickle against your skin as he speaks, pulling away from a fresh hickey that he’s sucked into your skin. You can hear the laugh of disbelief that comes out of him- a puff of air that ghosts across your shoulder and makes goosebumps bloom across your whole body.

“It’s like…so much..” He groans, slowing his hips to hard thrusts against your thigh, fucking against it like he would your sweet, gooey cunt, “can feel you against every n-nerve…” he gasps, teeth digging into your skin right where your neck and shoulder meet.

You’re helpless against him. You’ve never seen him like this before and it should make you feel a little sick and twisted that you like him all needy and drugged our like this but you’re too far in it now to even mull that thought over.

Licking a fat stripe up your neck, Thanos pulls away and lets his back hit the door with a loud thud! He parts only enough for his hands to reach up and grope at your chest.

One hand on each breast, the drugged out rapper before you has never been happier that you weren’t wearing a bra. The second he feels the soft, malleable fat of your tits fill out his palm and spill through the gaps in his fingers, his cock is leaking even more pre-cum into his boxers.

“Fuck, princess- you have no idea what y’er doing to-to me right now…” he shakes his head like you had anything to do with this situation.

You’re just as bad off as he is now, his painted nails pulling at your pebbles nipples through your shirt has you panting, your hips now rolling up to meet every movement he makes.

“Mhmmm- there you fuckin’ go…fuck yes- good fuckin’ girl- letting me- just letting me fuck your thigh like this.”

Ripping his hands from your tits, Thanos fumbles with the drawstring of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to free his cock.

You think you could cum right then and there.

When he peels back his shorts you’re able to see the absolute mess he’s made of his pants. Stringy, white webs of his pre-cum cling to his pants as he pulls the fabric away from his body and down his thighs.

His cock is red and flushed. Down right angry. The instant the elastic waistband is pulled away and down to his thighs, Thanos’s cock is springing free and slapping back against your thigh with a wet and messy plap!

Okay, maybe you were wrong. Your boyfriend can cum like this.

“Ohhh see- ye-yeah look at that, got me fuckin’ leaking…” Thanos groans, watching as his cock twitches against your thigh, jumping and jolting against the mess of pre-cum that now starts to cost your thighs.

“S-Subong…” his name is the only thing that comes to mind, you can’t even string together a sentence, not when he starts back up- humping your thigh like a dog in heat- and now you can see just what you do to him.

“F-fuckkk…” his head kicks back against the door, tattooed hands resorting to grope at your ass and thighs to keep you pressed right where he needs you, “D-don’t say my name like that. I��ll b-blow my load right fuckin’ now.”

Blissful, fucked out smile twisted across his lips, Thanos is in heaven. The warm softness that your thigh offers is a heaven he never knew existed. The drugs he’s on have him feeling every bit of you against his aching cock and heavy balls, his nerves lighting up into a nearly overwhelming nirvana.

You can’t choose where to look- down at your thigh where he humps his messy cock against you or up at his face where his mouth is hung open, drool pooling down his chin. Fuck, you might cum here and now completely untouched.

“W-what did you even take?” You choke out, deciding on watching how he smears his own mess along your skin, weeping slit just leaking.

“Fuccckkk I don’t knowwww…”

Your chest tightens, your cunt is weeping, mouth watering.

The pitiful whine that comes from your boyfriend is something you’d never think you’d hear from him. It’s downright depraved, laced with a primal need that your sure Subong wasn’t even aware he had.

“J-just wanna- need to- fuck, I need to cum exactly like this- fucking humping your thigh.” He hiccups, you can hear how he’s in as much disbelief as you, “Like a fucking mutt- god, it’s so nasty…fuck I love it.”

You don’t even know what to do at this point other than let him get exactly what he wants. You’re almost positive if you move or deprive him of what he’s asking for that he might die.

“D-do it.” You choke out, finally regaining some sense of composure- you might need it more than he does. The idea of him painting your thigh with his thick cum, cock rocking against you desperate and twitching as it spills rope after rope of his hot spend across your skin- yep! You need that!!!!!

“Ooh god…” Thanos groans, chest heaving- your words making his balls draw tight against his body.

Your hands finally release the grip they had on his shirt, sliding down his torso to run under the fabric and along his stomach. Your nails claw at his skin, working your way up his chest.

Getting an idea, you hesitate, but your thumbs brush downward, rubbing over his nipples.

Back bowing off the door and hips shuddering against you, losing their rhythm- your boyfriend is gasping out a broken chain of expletives and your name.

Oh.

So this is something he’d like.

You move quick, giving him no time to think. You fumble a bit but you’re pulling your hands away to pull up his shirt. The neon fabric now bunched into your hand you’re leaning forward and wrapping your lips against one of his nipples.

“S-shit! F-fuck, baby- ohmygod.” He can’t even get three words together before he’s gasping and slurring words together.

Your other hand works against the other nipple, moaning against him when you feel it harden and pebble under your touch.

“F-fuck I’m gonna c-cum…gonna- ohhh fuckkk- if you keep doing that ‘m gonna-“

And that’s exactly what you want.

You’re not stoping- you’re twirling your tongue around the hard bud and flicking it, your fingers pinching at the other one you can’t give your undivided attention to.

Your hips move in tandem with his, rocking his cock up and down your thigh with each thrust of his hips.

A large hand comes to the back of your head, fisting your hair and pressing you to him as if you even had a thought about pulling away.

Choked, broken moans are ripped from Thanos’s chest. You can feel the way his whole body tenses underneath you, abs clenching as he cums harder than he ever has before.

“Fuckfuckfuck- ‘m cummingggg”

You don’t have to pull away to watch him cum- you can feel it. It’s so fucking much. It’s audible. The thick spurts falling against your skin in wet, bubbling plap!’s

Rope after thick, pearly white rope, covers your thigh. Every trail warm and leaving its mark against your skin like a burning ember from an extinguished fire.

“H-hahhhh f-fuckkkkk”

His hips work on their own accord, thrusting against your thigh and fucking himself through his orgasm, milking his heavy balls for every last bit of cum.

You pull away from his chest with a lewd pop! looking down at your thigh. You catch the last few drops of cum that spill from his cock all over your thighs.

In the aftermath it’s silent in the entryway of your apartment- save for the mixing, heaving breaths you both let out.

With all the strength he can muster up, Thanos lolls his head to the side, eyes meeting where your gaze is directed. He looks at his softening cock against your thigh, pressed into the soft fat and covered in his own cum.

The visual alone is enough to get something to begin to tick once more inside his head.

“F-fuck….” He heaves, hands still languidly moving up and down your body, needing to feel anywhere he can, “I-I can’t explain how fucking good that fe-felt.”

You hear the breathless chuckle that’s laced within his voice, your eyes finally looking up to him, “Yeah? I can tell” You quip, mirroring grin breaking across your lips. “You came a lot….” Your eyes drift back down to the sticky mess that covers your thigh, “like a lot.”

You punctuate your words by running a finger through the small white ropes against your skin, lifting your fingers up you show them off to him- his cum glistening and dripping down your fingers.

Colorful nails bite into your skin, a sound a kin to a growl reverberates throughout the room, “Don’t fuckin’ do that-“ he gasps, his cock twitching back to life, jumping against your thigh.

You giggle happily, standing up on your tippy toes to leave a slow, lazy kiss on his lips, “Sensitive, huh, baby?” You tease, ending your sentence with a coy tilt of your head, “must be the drugs too.”

You give him one last quick kiss, feet touching the floor once more before you pull away from your boyfriend, “C’mon we gotta go to bed. I got work.”

You turn, falling out of his grip and making your way down your hallway.

No time to react your feet leave the floor and your hurled over your boyfriend’s shoulder, cum covered thigh coming in contact with his shirt and dirtying the fabric.

“Hey!!!” You squeak looking back over your shoulder to try and glare at him- even if he couldn’t exactly see it, “I said I have work-“

Your words die into a pathetic squeak as you see what exactly he’s doing. One hand holding you in place, his other hand is fisting his half-hard cock.

Where the fuck did his pants go?! He just had them on

You turn back forwards, looking towards the door to see Thanos’s basketball shorts completely discarded by the front door.

“Call out.” He says simply.

“I c-can’t!” You choke out, turning back around to try and argue with him- totally not to watch as your boyfriend jerks himself off while he carries you down the hallway over his shoulder.

“Yes. You can. Or don’t call out, I dun’ care.” You feel him shrug, “was just looking out for you, sweetness- you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Kicking open your bedroom door, Thanos laughs and lands a sharp smack to your ass before tossing you on the bed.

“Up to you whether or not you’re dumb enough to go into work with 7 loads of my cum leaking out of you.”

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[z3mos]

saw your pinned and got confused for a second because my name is also eli and i am ALSO 20 years old who also has very many interests

LMFAOO anon we might be the same person actually . . . or soulmates . . . OR DOPPELGÄNGERS

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intro/masterlist ⊹ ࣪ ˖

welcome to my blog, i’m so happy you’re here!! >.< my name’s eli and i’m 20 years old with a LOTTT of interests, but i will write mostly based off of my current hyperfixations!

reqs: open ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ but please keep in mind that i’m not always up for writing + am quite slow so it might take some time for me to post . . .

what i will write: smut (including smut with dark themes/kinks), fluff, slight angst, headcanons, blurbs/drabbles

what i won’t write: heavy angst, major character death, pregnancy/with child, underaged reader (that’s all i can come up with for now but i’ll probably add onto this list as i go)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ masterlist

♡ = fluff/soft, ☆ = smut/18+

♡ namgyu headcanons

♡ sunset (namgyu x reader)

♡ cuddle time (namgyu x reader)

♡ hyunju headcanons

♡☆ zemo headcanons (mcu)

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WAHHH i’m working on a tattoo artist!namgyu x afab!reader smut but it’s taking me so long to write … someone save me

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OMGGGG THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUESTTTT I LOVE YAUR MWAH MWAH 💋

OF COURSE BABYYYY i love you <333🫂!!!!!

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HELLO??? 1K NOTES?? ARE YALL CRAZY WHAT THE HELL THANK YOH THANK YOU THANKYOUUU <333

namgyu headcanons ⋆˙⟡

content: soft!namgyu, boyfriend material, could be set in the games or not that’s up to you, he’s not actively using

𐙚 he always wants to make sure you’re within his eye range, somewhere he can keep track of you. not to be overly protective (that’s what he tells himself anyways), but because he wants to keep you safe

𐙚 can sometimes act like a jerk in front of his friends (especially thanos) to impress them, but as soon as someone joins in he quickly shuts them down and make sure they know he’s the only one who can talk shit about you (when you’re quite literally standing next to them and can hear everything)

𐙚 always apologizing to you in private whenever he knows he’s been stupid

𐙚 he’s not really used to a lot of physical contact, but slowly getting used to your body being clinged onto his. holding hand is a must, and he never turns you down

𐙚 likes to sleep with one arm over you, caressing your naked back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

𐙚 eats with his mouth open/talks with his mouth full of food causing you to scold him and jokingly slap his arm. he just laughs “sorry, mom”

𐙚 smokes when he’s stressed or not able to sleep. you often join him and he willingly shares his cigarette with you

𐙚 secretly loves when you call him baby, although it’s not hard to figure out based on the cute smile and rosy cheeks he so desperately tries to hide

a/n: sorry this is so short, i’ll try to write something other than headcanons soon! please send reqs (especially squid game) :3

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your sunset fic is SO CUTEEEE 😾😾 are you able to write some domestic fluff for namgyu

AHHHH thank you so much!!!!! :33 this really warms my heart.

and of course i can, thank you for the request, sorry it took a while! you can read it here

hope you like it 🩷🩷🩷

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cuddle time

namgyu x reader

contains: fluff, just pure fluff. namgyu being a softie, getting his hair played with during a movie :3

based on this request !

“c’mon, we’ve been doomscrolling for the last 30 minutes, just put on something” namgyu finally broke the silence that had been going on for far too long while the two of you sat in the sofa, trying to find something you both felt inclined to watch.

with a sigh, you clicked on one of the movies you’ve had in your watchlist for a while, that namgyu originally had said no to.

you heard a groan coming from your boyfriend across the sofa.

“seriously? you told me to just choose one, so i did. don’t complain”

“whatever” he said lightheartedly, following up with “do you want popcorn?”

your eyes instantly met his, nodding enthusiastically.

giggling, he stood up, looking comfy as ever with his black oversized hoodie (that most certainly needed a wash) and grey, loose sweatpants.

“with butter, right?” he yelled out from the kitchen while he put the bag in the microwave.

you didn’t even need to answer, since he already knew that - and with lots of salt. since living together for over a year now, he knew almost every little detail about you, not letting anything slip his mind.

your relationship could be bumpy and messy sometimes, yes, but namgyu always had his ways to make up for that, and so did you.

as soon as he heard the beep from the microwave letting you know the popcorn was ready, he plopped down in the sofa, almost instantly laying with his head in your lap. it was practically routine now.

one of your favorite things about namgyu was his black hair, perfectly framing his face. so naturally, one of your hands quickly swept its way into it, massaging his scalp slowly.

he left out a sigh of relief, just enjoying your touch. he could’ve just fell asleep right then and there, with the warmth from your lap, the sound of your breathing and the relaxing motions of your hand.

this was his weakness, and little did he know, it relaxed you almost just the same as it did him. the care and affection that was only allowed in your shared home, when no one else was around. just the two of you, alone together.

namgyu was always so eager to show off his “manly” side when he was out with friends, especially thanos. sure, he liked holding your hand and being touchy in public, but that included him doing those things to or with you, like he’s the dominant one.

but in reality he’s just a big old softie. your softie.

a/n: HAII i hope you all like this, i wrote it at 1am and i haven’t proofread it yet LOLL i’m way too lazy. thanks for the request, feel free to send in more and i’ll get to it as soon as i can! :3

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oooooweeeee thinking about cockwarming namgyu with your mouth but like just in an “im bored and i need something in my mouth” kinda way… does that make sense??

his shirt is pulled up just enough to reveal his navel and happy trail, his pants and boxers are low enough to reveal his cock. you’re on your side, laying your head on his lower belly with the tip of his cock in your mouth giving it little kitten licks and the occasional little suck. its a fidget toy for you while you mindlessly scroll on your phone.

you’re too busy watching those pibble rating videos (too niche??!) on instagram reels to notice the way he twitches and slightly writhes when you circle the tip of his cock with your tongue. he’s whimpering and whining and trying to keep his composure. he’s trying soooo hard to not knock that phone out of your hand and throat fuck you dry, but he knows this is only the beginning to a loooonngggg nighttttt *licks lips*

[z3mos]

#NEEDTHAT

TWICE THE FALL

nam-gyu x f!reader

Synopsis: The games came to an end when the majority vote went to X after the mingle game. Your time in the game had been a tricky one — teamed with Thanos and his crew. Despite you voting O, you soon came to realise that being home was better than there, with those people - your life on the line. You had no intention of seeing anyone from there again. Not till one night, you go out with your friends clubbing. Familiar faces set off a feeling you didn’t realise you had.

Warnings drug use, threats, mentions of blood & violence, SMUT!!!!!, f1ngering, dry humping, minors do not interact. +18!!!!!!!!

Adjusting to real life was harder than you anticipated. Though you had only spent at least 4 days in the game, you grew accustomed to it quickly. The concept of your life on the line had been normalised - especially in your group. Thanos, Namgyu — the rest, but they were the worst. Not that they ever tried anything harmful — not toward you, but witnessing them doing that to other people with batting an eye? It set you up in a constant paranoia. So after the mingle game, the vote won to leave. It was strange really. An excitement had grew in you at the idea of coming home - till you remembered there wasn’t much to come back to.

You’d been home now for at least a month.

In the quiet.

You were finding it hard to adjust to the idea of not being afraid all the time. Not having to life your life on the edge — not having to flinch like you did whenever Thanos would shout something absurd down your ear. You hadn’t even socialised. Hadn’t hardly left the house unless it was to work. You realised you’d actually felt more when you were in the game.

That was enough for you to try and kick your own ass back to reality.

You called a friend that same day at the consequence of an ear full from her. Invading questions about where you had been, why you hadn’t been in touch. You made up a lame excuse, knowing they wouldn’t believe you even if you tried. You didn’t want to risk loosing your friends on the outside. The risk of looking insane.

You were sure every one else you met in the game had decided to keep it quiet too.

She invited you to the club that night with the rest of the friend group. You took some convincing but in the end you could hardly resist the urge for a drink - to unwind. So you join them.

The club is bouncing. The vibrations of loud electronic and dance music thrumming into your ears like a drill. You didn’t mind it - in fact after a few drinks you found yourself truly relaxing into it. It reminded you of old times, your old self. Your friends stuck in a group — by the bar as they barked everyone’s drink order over the loud music.

“And then I told him to fuck off!” Your friend shouts over the music to you before you both crumble into a synced laugh - gripping each other. She had a lot to catch you up on - life, work, boy drama.

“Fuck!” You shout, wiping a laughed out tear from the corner of your eye. “I missed this, missed you guys.” You say, softly bouncing your body to the beating music. She grips your forearm, squeezing.

“And to think you weren’t gonna come tonight! Tonight’s a big fucking deal!” She replies, and you process her words - your smile still remaining though. Why was tonight such a big deal? You only stare at her expectingly. She stares back until she realises you don’t know what she’s talking about.

Her mount falls open, a shocked laugh barking it’s way out and into your face.

“Shit! Dannie didn’t tell you?”

You just laugh, shaking your head.

She presses her lips together as if she can’t wait any longer to tell you - her eyes lighting up.

“So you don’t know who’s coming here tonight?” She shouts - the suspense of her reply very slowly starting to agitate you. You’re impatient like that. “Everyone knows! Why’d you think it’s so fucking packed in here?” She shouts again, laughing at you now - signalling around the room to the hordes of dancing people. You did think it was busy for a Thursday night. You can’t help the growing twitch in your smile — irritated.

You take ahold of her hand and squeeze it softly, lowering your head a little closer to her so you don’t have to shout over the music.

“Spit it out.” You say, still amused but your annoyance evidential on the last word.

“Thanos!”

You freeze, your grin stuck in position on your face. She takes your unexcited response and thinks you’re unsure as to who that is. How wrong she is.

“The Thanos? The rapper?” She says, her words intending to re jog your memory.

Your heart leaps a little before it comes crashing down into the pit of your stomach. Suddenly feeling small despite the size of the room — like the walls are sinking in and swallowing you whole. Absolute dread. Your friends bats her eyes at you, confused by your silence.

“Y/n. Don’t tell me you don’t know him — he’s a celebrity.” Her tones faded a little, completely dumbfounded.

A hitch in your breath stalls your reply — blinking yourself back into the room, forcing yourself to smile more - not wanting to look weird. To make her question you.

“Oh!” Is all you can manage, your impending apprehension not allowing you to form a normal human response. You hadn’t even heard of Thanos before the games - though you put two and two together when he would burst out into a random rap to woo you. Your impression on him strictly based off what you saw in the games. Nothing good. Yes, he protected you — he stuck by that, but it didn’t matter much. You’d seen everyone else get the brunt of his and Namgyu’s insanity.

Your friend furrows her brows despite her wide smile. She goes to speak before her head flips left, drawn to the sudden crowding and loud excitement by the entrance of the club.

“Oh my god.” She says bluntly, her head turning to you before turning back to the crowd.

“It’s him!” She squeals loudly, catching your wrist in a vice like grip. “Come with me — if you don’t know him then at least you can get a picture of me and him for me!” You’re quick to protest but she’s quicker - yanking you toward the crowd with her.

As you get closer, so does your anxiety. Snapping down onto you with it’s jaws — a churning in your stomach so sickening that you swear you could throw it up. You want to yank your wrist away - run home and forget everything. Forget the games - Thanos. You came out to drink and forget yet here you are, your friend hurdling you both toward the nightmare you wanted to so badly forget.

She forces your bodies through the crowd until you come to an abrupt halt at the inner circle - jolting your body to a stop.

And there he is. Surrounded by a bodyguard or two, his arm lazyily slung around a girl that clings to his waist like an accessory. His expression smug at the people begging for photographs — pleading for his number, his autograph. He always loved the attention you remember. His hairs still the same you note - wearing an oversized purple graphic tee - jeans, some loose chains and that dammed fucking cross.

Still hanging from his neck like a palace jewel.

You almost choke on the breath you try to take. Unable to stabilise your unease which only worsens as you stare at him. You want to leave.

But the insecurity of disappointing your friend & your alarm towards him keeps your feet glued to the spot. Maybe if you stay still enough, he won’t spot you. That is until your friends lunges toward him - her hands clutching onto his arm. Now feeling more sick that you had originally.

You can’t hear what she’s saying to him over the obnoxious volume of music, you’re almost grateful for that. You shift your feet then slightly - regaining movement in them when you see he’s too occupied talking to your friend. You want to take the chance to disappear till you feel a set of eyes burning into you - but it isn’t Thanos’.

Your eyes simply slip to the right of Thanos and next to him stood Namgyu. His eyes pinned to you. You instantly feel like you’ve been caught red handed for a crime you didn’t commit - the intensity of his stare and the surprise of not expecting him causing your mouth to fall agape.

As if the situation couldn’t get any worse. It just did.

Despite Thanos’ obvious insanity - Namgyu was just as cold. The strong and silent type. You feared him more. He’s dressed in all black - long sleeves rolled up to his elbows which reveal his tattoos - a tiny chain looping his neck, a myriad of rings shared between his fingers. His hairs the same too - neatly tucked behind his ears.

It almost scares you how casual they look. Any average person wouldn’t assume their capabilities and you felt alone knowing their true selves. How easy it had been for them to take a life to save their own.

You’re unable to look away - like his eyes had their own gravitational pull. You just return his stare - like you’re pleading with him with your wide eyes to ever forget he saw you. A silent interaction. You should’ve known better than to expect him to actually do you a favour.

His stare stays on you as he leans up into Thanos’ ear, seeing him mutter something. At the same time, your friend shoves her phone into your hands.

“Is it cool if my friends takes a photo of us?” She beams at him, returning back to his side — Thanos’ eyes finally acknowledging you as soon as Namgyu pulls back.

“This your friend?” Thanos shouts over the music to your friend, bending his arm upward to point a lazy finger at you. A soft smirk cranks the corner of his lip upward.

You want the ground to swallow you up.

You want to disappear.

You simply clutch onto her phone tightly like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Your friends expression fades seeing his attention go to you but she’s quick at working to reclaim it - taking his arm in her hold again.

“Yeah — she’s gonna snap a pic for me.” She says, before turning to you and posing. Thanos doesn’t even bother to pose — his sights still boring through your eyes and into your fucking soul. Namgyu’s staring at you with an expecting stare - almost waiting for you to make a move - intrigued to see if you can keep your cool around her.

His eyes almost daring you to kick up a fuss and expose them for what they really are.

You’re absent minded as you point the phone and spam your thumb on the camera button — taking enough photos so that your friend wouldn’t bother you to take a few more. A second later your friends leaping up slightly and clapping before snatching her phone of you and turning to him in thanks.

The music drowns out all sound as you take a step backward. Their sights on you still - almost threateningly. But you had no interest in sticking around. Your backward steps leave room for people to push their way in front of you - and a second later they’re out of your sight.

You rush to the bathroom.

Finding solace in the end stall as you try to steady your now panicked breathing. It’s like every memory of the game came rushing back within a second — completely overwhelming you. Images of blood — bodies, drugs.

“Fuck.” You hiss, noticing the tremble in your hands as you clutch them together. Maybe you hadn’t realised how badly the games had impacted you — but what made you feel sick above all things, the one thing that worried you to your core?

You found a comfort in their presence.

Maybe it’s a trauma thing.

Maybe not. You didn’t know. But one thing you did know is that you had to calm the fuck down. You suck in a harsh, deep breath and steady yourself.

You couldn’t let them ruin the debut of your new life.

Not even a second later, you’re storming through the dancing crowds - not bothering to notice that the crowd around the pair had died down as everyone went back to their dancing. You had no sights on your friends — probably deep into the club, enjoying themselves as they should. You hit the bar hands first, grabbing the counter as you lean to ask for a shot.

The bartender nods once and prepares it.

You don’t even realise how hard you’re gripping the bar side - your knuckles white - determined to get a drink down your neck and join your friends.

The shots placed in front of you and you instinctively stick out your card to pay but the bartender puts his hands up.

“It’s paid for.” Is all he says with a smile before heading down to serve the next person.

You watch him as he walks away, confused. Yet your questioning is instantly put to rest as you catch the colour purple out the corner of your eye. You don’t even bother to look. If you do, it just makes it real. You pick up the shot bravely and chuck it back, feeling the warm bitterness slide down your throat - you hiss softly, placing the glass down.

“Good?” Thanos’ voice cuts through the music. You decide to treat his question like a passing breeze - completely ignoring it - but not before shooting him a hard stare. He looks at you, helplessly amused by your coldness. You turn your head away and don’t even get two steps before you bump into Namgyu’s chest. His hands instantly find your shoulders, caressing them up and down condescendingly.

“Woah, woah. What’s the rush?” Namgyu says, expression blank as he crowds you - giving you nowhere to go but to step backward and sit back into the bar stool next to Thanos with a thump - back pressing into the hard wood of the bar behind you. You peer up at him, brows furrowed in defeat. You don’t keep your eyes on him for long though. Normally he doesn’t do the talking - so you look to your side at Thanos. He’s staring at you with upturned brows in exaggerated disappointment.

You simply glare and wait.

“Now this isn’t any way to treat your friends, is it?” He finally says, pitifully offended.

You decide not to reply to the obscure question. The three of you were hardly friends, then again - in his twisted mind, he probably thought you were. You just want to go. Your patience already warning thin.

You scowl, gathering all your confidence as you look away and go to stand but Namgyu clamps a hand down on your shoulder — his free hand flicking open a switchblade just inches from your face. A little closer and it would’ve trimmed your eyelashes. It’s a silent threat — your eyes landing on it as it’s metal winks sweetly at you in the clubs purple hues.

Your eyes scatter across the club — instantly hoping someone would notice your predicament. People just dance, sloppily fallen into one another — too intoxicated to even bat an eye. A soft huff leaves your nose — defeated before you look back to the knife, then to Namgyu who’s now smiling cockily at you.

“You gonna play nice?” Namgyu remarks, and gives you a moment to contemplate your next move. You could try and leave again - but you’re smarter than that. A knife in your back would be the equivalent of someone being passed out drunk here. He feels you settle back into the bar stool and takes your silence as obedience.

His smile splits wider, a little hum - pleased, erupting from his throat. He gives your cheek a little squeeze which makes you make a displeased noise as you yank your face out his grip. He’s flicking the knife away and pocketing it the next second.

Your eyes shut in brief relief.

“Y/n.”

Thanos’ voice comes again, pleading out your name to grab your proper attention this time. You realise you can’t exactly work your way out of this — so you give in, for now. You turn your head to him, your eyes opening.

“Answer my question, please.” He whines out, his tone hitting your ears in all the wrong ways.

You lock your jaw at him - your facial muscles visibly flexing from the intensity of irritation.

“We’re not friends.” Is all you reply with. You swear you see a glint of disappointment in his eyes.

He sighs softly, expelling it through his nose as he cranes his head over his shoulder and holds up three fingers to the bartender. Your eyes flicker back to Namgyu, his expression still cocky. You swallow hard — unable to resist mentally noting how good he looked. The thought didn’t last long though as you feel Thanos spin the base of your chair around to face the bar - your hands falling flat against the wood to stabilise the spinny chair.

You watch the bartender pour three shots. Colourful ones. Very in character to Thanos. You gulp hard, eyes flickering to Thanos who’s already smiling at you. You feel Namgyu shift to lean against the bar to the right of you - one forearm against the bar, his other hand holding the back of your chair - now sandwiched in between them both.

“Señorita.” Thanos says quirkily, taking a shot and holding it out to you. You consider it a second too long before he’s already shoving it into your hand - some spilling over the tip of the glass and over your fingers from the force of it. You grimace. He takes his own then, Namgyu following suit.

You stare down, trying to piece together exactly what their play is here. You already considered intimidation, but now Thanos is buying you drinks - which you don’t mind all that much. Drink is drink, but still.

Reluctantly, you’re first to shot it. You hear Namgyu and Thanos doing the same then, their glasses hitting the bar a second later.

You side eye Thanos, watching him take a second to recover from the shot as he sucks in a breath between clenched teeth. Were you done? Could you go now?

“Okay.” He breathes out, looking to you and offering you a smile before he stands up out the chair. You can’t even look up at him before he’s clamping his hand around your upper arm - yanking you out the seat.

“We’re gonna find somewhere a little more private.” He says, leaning down to whisper that to you - his grip on you implying a lingering threat.

“Kay?”

You simply glare up at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Thanos sticks his bottom lip out, “Don’t worry, Namgyu’s coming too.” he says, lifting his chin to point toward Namgyu who’s behind you.

“I got weed too.” You hear Namgyu say behind you, chirping up. You keep your narrowed eyes up at Thanos.

“See? He’s got weed too.” Thanos says characteristically, as though Namgyu having weed would somehow sway you into going. You scoff in his face.

“I said no.”

Thanos doesn’t take his eyes off you as Namgyu shifts behind you. You feel him place his hand on your back which causes you to freeze up.

“Relax,” Namgyu says, drawling out the word slowly, his hand stroking your back up and down as though to reassure you. You shoot your eyes to him - he’s smiling slightly, though you could see the wickedness peeking through his eyes. That was the thing with them two. The pair mask themselves too well - any normal person would assume they were caring, thoughtful even. But you knew every smile they give you, every seemingly innocent touch - like Namgyu’s hand on your back - was laced with threat and intimidation.

“We need to talk, okay?” Namgyu continues, and despite his tone lingering on the edge of mockery, you can believe that he means what he says. He’s much better at conveying things than Thanos who’s completely drugged out of his mind. You look back to Thanos.

He gives you a boyish, hopeful smile.

You sigh, dropping your shoulders. The quicker you agree and have that talk, the quicker it’ll be over and done with.

“Okay.” You agree.

The pair hasn’t split from you the entire way to a quiet room. Thanos’ hand on your wrist pulling you along. Namgyu’s hand flat against the middle of your back, enticing you forward. You had forgotten Namgyu had been a promoter at this club - which meant he knew all the right people, all the right quiet spots. Thanos shoots his head over and beckons Namgyu to go ahead and open the door, which he does - always the obedient type when it came to his good friend.

It wasn’t anything special. Two couches - a bar rack or two, a few beer kegs lying around with a tv up on the wall. Looked like a bougie staff room. Thanos beckons his hand toward one of the couches, so you do just that. You sink into it - surprised by its comfiness despite your inability to relax when you see Namgyu lock the door. They join you not a second after, the pair sitting next to each other on the couch directly opposite you.

It’s quiet between the three of you. Only the vague thrumming of the music outside which is now numbed by the walls of the staff room. Thanos still mindlessly thumps his head to the beat of it though.

“Y/n,” Thanos breaks the silence with your name, leaning forward in his chair - it’s leather creaking loudly under his movement.

“Do you believe in divine intervention?”

Namgyu already rolls his eyes at him, now sinking into the seat and pinching the skin on the bridge of his nose. Looking like he’s heard this a thousand times before — like he’s way too tired to call bullshit. Thanos is the open minded type. Namgyu, not so much.

You’re alike with Namgyu in that way, which is apparent as you snort a laugh at Thanos.

“What — like, a higher power?” You say slowly, amused — your mind wondering ahead as you try to figure out where he’s going with this ridiculous approach. Thanos smiles slowly, nodding his head, “Exactly.”

“I’ve been looking for you. The rest of our group too — wanted to rekindle on the outside, you know? And here you are.” He beckons his hands out toward you, giddy. You simply quirk a brow.

“Divine intervention. Fascinating, right?”

You cut him off with ease, “Drop the act. You just want to intimidate us into not running our mouths.”

His mouth stills, open. Your reply catching Namgyu’s attention as he slowly pulls his fingers from his face, eyes locking onto you. Your eyes dart between them both - you had no time for his lies or manipulation. He’s trying to sweeten you up - thinking you’re stupid enough to believe his crap. You want them to know that you know their game, and that you won’t be playing it.

“Right?” You say, stern.

A scoffed laugh leaves Thanos, impressed to say the least. You understand he’s got a career - a status, a version of himself to uphold. You also understand why he wants to protect that, but by finding you all and bullying you to silence for his benefit? It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The same with Namgyu too. You’d both seen them murder people, meaning you’re a loose end to them.

A grin raises the left corner of Thanos mouth, squinting one eye as he points a finger at you.

“You’re a smart girl, aren’t you? Here I thought you were just another pushover.” He analyses through restricted laughs. His hands slap down onto his knees suddenly as he stands.

“Well, may as well cut to the chase.” He says, plonking himself down on the sofa next to you. Clearly inconsiderate toward the concept of personal space. You exhale, already tired of this situation. Your eyes settle ahead - onto Namgyu, deciding you could tolerate Thanos as long as you didn’t look at him.

Thanos brings his face close to the side of your head, breath hot against your neck.

“I - we,” He pauses, extending a palm to Namgyu who you’re still staring at, “We need to feel confident in knowing you can keep your mouth shut about our little escapade together a few weeks ago.” He mutters, tone laced with a bit more sincerity now as he refers to the games. In fact, you know he doesn’t care if you talk about the games — you know that’s he’s referring to what you had witnessed.

Both of their actions - their murderous capabilities.

Your mouth twitches, now realising you have something over them. They’re concerned that you could taint their reputations. In fairness, you hadn’t even considered it. But there’s something satisfying about having that leverage on them that just tickles your mind in all the right ways. A one sided smirk paints your face.

“You’re murderers.” You say with a new found confidence and you see Namgyu straighten in his seat - on edge, as though his suspicions on you ratting were coming to a slow reality. Thanos is grabbing your chin in a second, forcing you to look at him — he looks disgusted that you would even say that, comically so considering that he is exactly what you accuse him to be.

“How could you say that, huh? We protected you in there — right, Namgyu?”

“Fucking right.” You hear Namgyu mutter in response, but his voice is coming from behind you now. You hadn’t even seen Namgyu get out of his seat — now feeling the couch beside you sinking as he settles there, pressing his chest into your back. Yet again, sandwiched.

You laugh once through your nose at them, glaring into Thanos’ eyes — his grip on your chin discomforting.

You’re not stupid. You know that in the games it was kill or be killed. That sacrifices had to be made. Most of the time, his and Namgyu’s actions strictly followed that principle. It’s the fact that they enjoyed it. Laughed about it — not even batting an eye when discarding someone else’s life. You had wondered when it would’ve been your turn.

You feel the tips of Namgyu’s fingers skimming your bare shoulder, dancing across the skin there before they’re replaced by his chin - settling his head onto your shoulder with a comfy hum.

“You should be thanking us.” Namgyu says into your ear, the proximity of his voice causing a cold shiver across your body. Thanos nods, the disgusted look on his face still remaining.

“Exactly right — shit, when did you get so ungrateful, y/n?” Thanos asks, pinching your chair harder - your strong facade starting to slightly waver at the rising proximity of them both. The need to escape this situation only grew stronger now — not that you’re afraid, but the tension in the room had grown thicker — a tension you didn’t know existed until Namgyu locked that fucking door.

Shamefully, you were enjoying this.

Being sandwiched by them. The warmth of Namgyu’s body heat pressing into your back — the way Thanos can’t help his eyes darting down to your mouth though he try’s to appear intimidating. It’s daunting and extremely testing. All the while making you feel like you’d lost all your self respect. It’s something you couldn’t let yourself succumb to.

So you pick the easier option.

“I won’t say anything.” You simply say, spitting out your words like you’re shocked that they thought you ever would.

“Fucking right you won’t.” Thanos bites out as he releases your chin backward harshly, your body weight falling back into Namgyu’s chest - you see it as a chance to leave, but Namgyu’s already looping his arm around your torso and softly pulling your back against his chest. Thanos is standing the next minute, pacing the room once or twice in thought — probably wondering whether to take your word, if he could trust you.

The drugs have obviously raised his paranoia.

He shoots a look at you — his brows comically curved downward in distain. You can’t help your smug expression.

He snaps then, again - bending over you and pointing in your face.

“You better not tell those pig cops a fucking thing —”

You don’t let him finish, deciding to finish this quick.

“With what fucking evidence, Thanos?” You slur out, your tone slipping into a mockery as you say his ridiculous name.

Was he that fucking high? Even if you wanted to rat them out, how could you? There wouldn’t be a slither of evidence to prove it. You’d just have to live with the knowledge. Your common sense plunges his live wire brain into silence for a fleeting moment.

You watch the realisation set on this face. It’s slow but incoming. A second later - his anger bleeds away, his frown now bleeding into a wide smile. You just clench your jaw at him - unimpressed. So unbothered that you’d even settled nicely against Namgyu’s chest - his fingers playing with the ends of your hair not even remotely a bother to you.

A soft exhale leaves Thanos’ now wide grin. A realising one. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

You want to tell him it’s because the drugs are frying his brain but you choose to hold your tongue.

He laughs right in your face then — not even realising his own stupidity. Too fucking high to comprehend common sense. He runs his hands through his hair frantically as he steps back, overjoyed. Feeling like he’d won.

“Ohhh, y/n — this calls for celebration.” He says before bending down close to you again, prodding his index finger into your forehead, pushing your head back so it rests back on Namgyu’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna stay right here while I get us some drinks, okay?” He says, condescendingly.

“Namgyu will take good care of you — won’t you boy!” He shouts to him before straightening up and heading out the room - the door briefly letting in the loud music before it slams shut behind him. You shut your eyes for a moment and you breathe a sigh of relief. As though a disaster had been completely diverted — realising his junkie brain could’ve settled on killing you even before thinking about the obvious.

A silence sits in the air.

“You know I told that fucking bastard the same shit you just did.”

Namgyu says from behind you — his tone surprisingly bitter when addressing Thanos. Almost as if a facade had dropped without his presence in the room. You decide not to reply — intrigued, feeling as Namgyu’s fingers continue their pursuit through your hair, fiddling - toying. He’d always been the touchy type.

“Told him that there wouldn’t be any evidence whether you ratted or not.”

You simply stay still against him — the urge to look over your shoulder and read his expression becoming more alluring. You hadn’t been exposed to this dynamic — the insecure side of Namgyu. Fuck, you didn’t even know he had it. Especially against Thanos.

You hear him scoff as a hand slopes down your neck, his index and middle finger catching under your chin and stroking the skin there.

“No, he only seems to listen to pretty girls.“

He pry’s your head back and over your shoulder to face him with his two fingers then, a soft tsk leaving his pouting lip as his eyes set on you.

You stare up at him — completely fixed on his gaze. Fixated on his softened tone whenever Thanos isn’t around, like he lets his soft spot for you seep through his hardened edges. You can practically feel his insecurity vibrating off him like live wire. An underlying anger that would soon enough boil to the surface, eventually thrashing out — it’s obvious he hate’s people walking over him.

Being made to feel idiotic.

You can’t help but pity him a little. Just a little, you promise yourself. Anymore than that and you’d start to worry about your sanity. You stare up at him, too concerned to speak but your lips are already parting before you can tell yourself not to.

“He looks down on you.” Your voice comes out in a shattered whisper, as though you know you’re crossing the line just by commenting on it. It’s not that you intend to steer his mind, but in reality you understood his mindset. His expression runs cold the moment you speak though and the next, he’s lifting you off him and throwing you to the other end of the couch.

The soft leather welcomes you though. You simply look over at him, bracing your hands on the couch to lift yourself up - he’s shoving his hand into his pocket, muttering to himself as he pulls out a small bag of pills.

You watch his fingers fiddle with the small packet, greedily sticking his hands in to seize a little blue pill.

“What’s that?” You ask sheepishly. He doesn’t reply - he just slips back onto the couch, pops one into his mouth - the sound of him crunching down on it was the only reply you got. You just gulp down hard, not wanting to push it but you can’t help but watch him - seeing how quickly the drug took effect by the way his shoulders drop in ease. The way the corner of his mouth slightly twitches upward - pleased.

It’s like watching someone breathe their first breath of air.

You pull your eyes away.

They flash to the door. You should leave.

“It helps.” You hear him say then, his voice a little more relaxed and unguarded from before. Your curiosity is a killer, turning your gaze back toward him. His head slants over to you, limp and he blinks his way into a very small smile. You only wonder what he’s feeling.

“What does it do?” You ask, your voice a little bolder upon seeing him more relaxed.

Namgyu inhales through his nose, his eyes creeping up to the ceiling in brief thought before they drag back onto you.

“Makes you forget. Makes you feel strong, you know?” He says, a proud gleam on his face.

You didn’t know. You couldn’t so easily forget, but god, you wanted to. That’s why you came tonight. To drink all the shit away. The games - the trauma, all that blood. Your throat runs a little dry as you drop your eyes. You’d taken drugs in college, a bit of everything really. You dabbled. But you never got yourself hooked like the way him and Thanos had.

They used it like oxygen, and now you’re eyeing the pill packet that’s slack in his fingers like a quick fix.

You swallow hard.

“Can I try?” You ask, too busy eyeing the packet to see the way a crooked grin slips onto his face. You hear him scoff a laugh which makes you look back up at him though.

“What?” You almost snap, your tone immediately defensive. He blinks at you, his grin still plastered onto his face.

“You couldn’t handle it.” He says, but his tone implies that he’s almost daring you. You blink at him, then back down to the packet. You were somewhat timid in the games — quiet. You had been too afraid to even form a sentence most times. Maybe that’s why he’s surprised that you’re asking this of him. You don’t know, but you don’t ask again.

You look away.

You hear him sigh. Then the creaking of leather.

“C’mere.” He says, so you look at him. He’s still sunk into the couch but he’s moved his arm out as if to invite you in. You simply stare. But he’s impatient.

“Quick before I change my mind.”

You move closer to him as though in autopilot. Without a second thought - as though your sensibility had slipped away upon invite. Shuffling down the couch till you’re shoulder to shoulder with him now. You hear a hum in his throat as you settle next to him, as if your warmth was almost a pleasure.

You watch as he dips his finger into the packet again, prying out another blue one, pinching it between thumb and index. It’s in your palm the next second and you can only stare down at it. You feel his eyes burning into the side of your head.

This tiny little blue pill. You know you shouldn’t. You know it isn’t the answer.

But it’s in your mouth the next second, sitting on your tongue softly inside your mouth. You suck on it a little, it doesn’t taste good. He stares at you intensely, as though boyishly excited.

“Don’t suck it,” Namgyu says, twisting his body toward you as he slings an arm around you, bringing his face in a little closer - just to guide you through it.

“Chew it.” He brings his fingers to his mouth as to action you, fingers covering his grin, nibbling ever so slightly on some skin there. He’s watching you like you’re some sort of fascination, like you’re the only woman in the world. You lock your eyes with his, and then crunch. The sound brings a little smile to his face. You smile back a little.

You don’t know how long it’s been.

Thanos still hasn’t come back. Probably moved on to the next thing to obsess over. Maybe some fans, maybe a girl. You didn’t know - fuck, you didn’t care. In fact, there isn’t much thought in your mind at all.

Your heads resting on Namgyu’s thighs, your eyes upward at the ceiling. He’s sat back, looking up too — his fingers softly running though your hair. There’s a comfortable silence between you both. Not in a million years would you have expected to be laying like this, with him. So peacefully.

“Fuck.” You softly whisper. And that’s all.

“Good shit, huh?” You hear, which causes a lazy smile to sit on your face. It was. A white ceiling hadn’t ever been more hypnotic. You don’t even know how long you’d been laying there, staring upward. The room felt more tighter, more warm. The music blasting outside the door had become nothing less than soft hum falling onto deaf ears.

It’s all hazed. Numbed. Feeling as though you’d been struck by lightning and somehow miraculously survived. Living in an aftershock, your skin prickling with false electricity.

“I feel so — heightened.” You say softly, settling on that word like it was the only way to describe what you’re feeling. Not like you needed to describe it to Namgyu anyway, this was like a walk in the park for him.

You hear him hum in agreement before his fingers leave your hair to ever so discreetly travel the pads of his fingertips down your cheek - testing your words, seeing how you respond to the feeling. Despite the delicacy of his touch, it feels like you’d fell into a bed of roses — a soft tickle, like an electric shock - but a nice one. Feeling it so strongly that your eyes flutter closed and back open on impact, enjoying it.

“Feels good, right?” He says, his half lidded eyes now looking down at you in curiosity. He sees the twitch in your smile — the way your eyes close, the slack in your shoulders as you relax against him. He’d always been attracted to you — and you, him. You’d felt attracted to him even during the games, shamefully so. Though you’re the stubborn type. The type to mistrust your own feelings - the type of person who denies a slice of cake, no matter how much they want it. Like you had done with him.

You told yourself no, over and over. Like he’s forbidden fruit.

But the way his fingers caress your cheek like your made out of china glass? You’re not even second guessing your feelings. You just let yourself enjoy it. Enjoy being close to him. No longer an overthinking nag in you’re head telling you that this is wrong.

You open your eyes and tilt your head to look up at him. His palm flattens against the curve of your face as you do - the cold of his rings kissing your skin.

You both stay like that for awhile, staring at one another - almost as though you’re both acknowledging exactly how the other feels - and finding a satisfaction in it. Both so blissfully unaware. Just being able to shut the fuck up and enjoy the impending quiet.

You eyes go to close again, but his hand pats your cheek softly.

“Keep ‘em open.” He mutters.

So you do. The next second he’s carrying his finger tips across your cheek again - as though he just likes the satisfied look on your face. Like he enjoys knowing you’re feeling good under his touch. He slips his fingers down and across your jaw - achingly slow, causing a bristle of goosebumps to prickle your skin. Your mouth twitches again.

He’s deadpan, only his lips are slightly parted - as though he’s analysing every crevice of your face, every dimple - every soft spot. You eyes dare to flutter closed, but you keep them open for him.

His fingers carry on as they graze over your chin, across — but come back on themselves. He tucks the rest of his fingers away, folding them under your chin - only now, the pad of his thumb as it comes to graze your bottom lip.

Your breath hitches to a halt deep in your chest.

You can’t look away. The intimacy of such a simple graze enough to send your heart fluttering wildly against your ribs.

His next words cut through the thick silence like a knife through butter.

“You ever made out while high before?’ He mutters lowly, his thumb now still on your bottom lip.

Fuck.

You can’t even find your words. Trying to form a sensible reply in your head, now an impossible task. All you can think about is how you now know he wants to kiss you — and that you want him to.

“No.” You manage, your voice slightly strained.

“Feel s’good.” He says, his reply as casual as it would be in any normal conversation.

You don’t even know how to reply. You’re simply shocked by his forwardness, his inability to feel shy or ashamed. A skill you wish you had inherited. But you feel it buried deep then - an urge inside you screaming at you, tugging at your vocal cords.

You didn’t know if it was the drugs.

Or maybe some new found confidence. But your next words fall out your mouth so easily that you even shock yourself.

“Can you show me?” You ask, bluntly.

You watch as his jaw tightens, the muscle underneath twitching his skin. An eagerness melting into his expression as quick as you had asked. It’s something about the way you asked for it. Asked him. Not Thanos, not some prick you could’ve been dancing with tonight. Him. It’s like a validation — like he’d been recognised, like you trusted him enough to do it despite how much of a prick he can be.

Even earlier when he threw you off him as soon as you tried to sympathise with him. You could’ve left — shit, he would’ve let you. But you stayed. You chose that — chose to get high. With him.

There’s something about that.

About you.

It strikes him deep in his chest. You can tell by the look on his face as he nods slowly.

“Yeah. C’mere — sit up for me.” He says, a new found gentleness in his tone — like he’s taking on a mantle of taking care of you. You want him to make you feel good. He takes that seriously.

You sit up slowly, an excitement twisting your stomach as you keep your eyes on his. The feeling that you were gonna burst if you held in your resistance much longer. He pats your thigh so you lift it slightly, giving him room as he scoops his hand under — lifting you onto his lap to straddle him.

“There you go.” He coaxes, shifting in his seat to help you get comfy.

Your dress rides up a little as you settle on him, stopping on your higher thighs, clinging to you perfectly. You see him as he watches that — his half lidded eyes unblinking as he huffs softly out his plump lips. Your breath comes out in ragged waves, incapable of calming the exhilaration now building in your chest. You can practically hear your own heartbeat — and you’re so close to him now that you even worry he can hear it too.

His hands settle on your knees first before they slide up your thighs and stop halfway. He squeezes them ever so slightly - eyes watching your reaction like a hawk as you press your lips tight, eyes closing briefly.

He doesn’t do anything else. He just watches you, scanning you — overly aware of how your senses had just spiked. You simply look back then — waiting in anticipation, but you’re waiting a second too long. You realise he’s waiting for you. You did ask after all.

You gulp down the dryness in your throat, dropping your eyes down as his tongue darts out lap his lips slightly. And before you know it, you’re leaning in.

He does to.

Meeting halfway as your lips press together once - softly.

It’s a short lived kiss as you both pull slightly back — still hovering near though.

The contact of that first one had been enough to send your heart plummeting into your stomach. Sending a jolt straight into your pussy — with one mean throb.

He leans in for another — your lips simply connecting again, before pulling away. And then another, and another. Each one just lingering a little longer that the last. By the next one, it’s more inviting, mouths a little wider as your lips greet with a little more edge - an eagerness. Like all you had needed was a second to adjust to one another. A second the adjust to the growing throb in between your legs.

Your lips smush together as the need grows. Both your breaths growing harsh as they expel through your noses. Your lips smearing against one another’s and you both open your mouths in sync - tongues slipping out to clash softly, wetly. The sensation of it pulling out a slow moan from your throat.

He tightens his grip on your thighs hearing that.

Confirming in his head that you feel good. And that it’s all because of him.

One hand slips up your thigh, before sliding all the way up your back - until he reaches the back of your neck, where he grips - tight.

Another moans slips out of you and straight into his mouth.

His tongue laps against yours, swirling — sucking, both your spits mixing together deliciously. The sound of it alone is vulgar — in all the right ways. You need to breathe but he’s got a vice grip on your neck — keeping you there, kissing him. It only makes you breathe harder through your nose, making you more eager as you really lean into the kiss, titling your head - forcing his head back and into the couch as you do. Inviting yourself further in.

It’s messy.

But fuck. He was right.

The drug you’re both on heightened things. Sensations — the kiss. Your skin red hot — pricking alive with goosebumps that ripple across your body like wild fire. So intense that you’re riving against him - chest to chest, your thighs clamping around his hips. The pair of you like animals — starved ones, who’ve finally got their pound of flesh.

It was supposed to just be a make out sesh.

Something timid and sloppy while you both ride out your high.

But you can feel his hardened cock through his jeans against your clothed pussy. It’s like an instinct as you sit on it, grinding down hard — rocking slowly forward in one mean swipe. He’s tangling his hand in your hair the next second and yanking your head back — the separation of the kiss causing you to take a gasped breath out your mouth.

You pant, your lips red - glossy with his spit. You still your hips from grinding as he stares at you — he looks wrecked. His hair now looking unkept, no longer neatly tucked behind his ears.

“Did I tell you to fucking stop?” He says meanly, between breaths.

You don’t say anything - too breathless to form a defence. You roll your hips down on him again, only once. He sneers.

“Nice ‘n slow, that’s it.” He drawls out, leaning back into the couch to watch you as he lets go of your hair, both his hands settling on your hips. You brace your hands on his shoulders - gripping, using him as leverage as you continue to grind down on him.

An hour ago you were calling him a murderer. Half an hour before that, he had a switchblade in your face.

Now, you’re both high and you’re dry humping him.

You could laugh about it if you weren’t moaning softly, your eyes closing as your head rolls back in bliss. His hands tighten on your hips — now moving them back and forth for you, dragging you up and down his hard on which begged to spring out of his fucking jeans. He’s puffing out breaths, then a hiss — or a groan. His noises only making the mess in your panties all the wetter.

“Look at you,” He pants out, staring at you.

“Asked me so nicely for a kiss and now you’re draggin’ your wet pussy all over me.” His voice is gruff — strained through the amount of pants.

He lets out a deep noise — rolling his head back, his cock now in agony from how fucking hard he is.

“Need to fucking taste that cunt.” He grits out between clenched teeth, hips bucking up into you.

“Namgyu,” You moan out, coming back in close as you press a sloppy, wet kiss to his mouth.

He invites it, his tongue darting out to kitten lick your bottom lip once, twice — before he forces his tongue through the little parting in your mouth. You moan into it, his tongue relentlessly exploring your mouth - swirling, expelling his own spit in. You’re helplessly smitten, feeling every little thing he does to you.

The ache is your pussy only grows and you can barely take it anymore.

You reluctantly break the kiss - your hands coming to twist into his t shirt.

“Please,” You groan out, eyes shutting as you rock against him.

“I need more, Namgyu. Please.”

You beg so pathetically - but he finds it sweet. Hot, obviously but still sweet. In fact you beg so sweetly that it makes him sick how much he wants to make you feel good. He’s always been a selfish lover in his past. Receiving blowjobs, handjobs — a quick fuck in the club bathroom, nothing intimate. It wasn’t his style.

But you.

Fuck. You’re like his own brand of heroin.

“I hear you, baby — I hear you,” he mutters against your lips — reassuring you through his own struggle as you’re still rubbing up onto his cock.

“But you gotta let me taste that pussy first. Then I’ll fuck it, yeah?”

You’re a mess against him — listening to his filthy words, sending your head into a spin so furious that you can’t seem to slow down. You just nod, still clutching onto him but he’s prying your hands off him not a second later.

“On your back f’me.” He mutters, peppering your lips with his mouth - the occasional lap of his tongue on your lip. You oblige, sliding off him and onto the couch - your back against the soft leather, cold — still not cold enough to cool you down. Your thighs are practically shaking — the eagerness to feel some sort of relief, to feel his hands on you. God, it’s unbearable.

He’s over you the next second — prying your knees apart. He sits there for a moment, deadpan but his eyes darken. His gaze boring between your legs — at the visible wetness in your panties. You watch his jaw tighten, the way his hair curtains his eyes, only making them appear more shadowed with intent. He’d ate pussy before. He’s done a lot, really. But it had always lacked a passion — never once had he felt an urge so strongly to please someone else other than himself.

It’s almost frustrating for him.

“Shit.” You hear him mutter, through the little gap in the corner of his clenched mouth, followed by an even lower, “fuckin’ slut.”

You’re a desperate mess, splayed out on the couch - and Namgyu sat there admiring you all the while. You just lay your head back, your eyes up at that white ceiling again. There’s a bliss that rolls over you, like a warm heat - seeping into your skin and cosying you sweetly. Like the sensation when you get into a fresh bed while it rains outside.

“Please.” You whisper softly, moving your eyes to plea with him between your legs. You feel him drag a single finger over the wet cloth of your panties - barely a graze. It’s enough to send your head spinning, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan. Both hands disappear under your dress as his fingers hook on the waistband of your underwear - you lift your hips as he pulls them down slowly.

“Tell me want me.” He says, his voice low as he discards your panties to the side - his eyes stay pinned to yours. He’s not demanding you, that’s obvious. You can see the slight glint of pleading in his eyes — as though he needs to hear you say it. Needs to feel wanted.

It’s something you understand deeply.

The need for recognition. To verbalise it, is to make it real. He needs that more than you need him right now.

“I want you.” You whisper in reply. But you feel in your chest it wasn’t sincere enough. Your lips part again, a slight hesitation sitting in your throat. He stares at you, waiting.

“I need you.”

Those words pour out of you so intimately that it could’ve passed as a moan. You see his jaw set to one side, that satisfaction rolling over his face with such crude delicacy. He’s pressing his thumb against your clit a second later, grounding it into a slow circle - firmly. Your lips shudder open, then closed - unable to form a noise from the overwhelming relief. Your brows upturning, unable to hold your head up as you drop it back down onto the arm of the chair.

Namgyu uncontrollably sneers, the sight of you like this sending an adrenaline through his veins. Something he try’s to tame for now though - wanting to take his sweet time with you. His eyes drop down to your pussy. With his thumb still circling your clit, he uses his middle and index to stroke down your folds — slipping through your soak, till they stop at your tight hole.

“Fuckin’ soaked.” He grits, ever so slightly prodding your entrance with his fingers to test.

“N’ tight, shit. This all for me?”

You’re not looking at him - your eyes closed, but you can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s desperately pleased. Flattered maybe. You knew you were wet, but you must be really wet to get that response from him. The edge in his voice makes you clench around nothing.

You nod helplessly, then you feel his thumb press firmer against your clit. Your body jolts from the intensity, your eyes snapping open at him.

“Use your words.”

“Yes — fuck, yes. It’s for you.” You pant out, your voice reduced to a desperate mess.

He’s pushing his fingers in you before you can blink — but it’s not slow like his thumb. It’s one hard shove. Piston like, the tips of his fingers instantly hitting that sweet spot buried all the way inside you. You cry out — your body jolting from the force of it — the pleasure rolling over you like tidal waves, relentless and unforgiving.

He keeps his fingers there. Doesn’t move them, he simply curls them slowly - against your walls, and such a simple movement is having you crumbling below him.

You shudder a sweet moan, grinding your hips down against his fingers as to ask for more. But he pulls his fingers out. His eyes are on yours, and they stay on yours while his tongue comes out the lap over his fingers, tasting you.

You’d never seen anything like it, never experienced something so sexual in your life. You’re not even a virgin — but you may as well be by the way your thighs shake — by the way you grow increasingly hotter, intimidated by how fucking filthy he is. It’s contagious, intoxicating. More effective than the pill you both popped earlier. So proven as you reach up and grab his hand, pulling his fingers into your mouth to taste yourself too.

His mouth falls slack slightly at the sight.

Your tongue swirls around his fingers before you release them timidly, your mouth ever so slightly glossy from your own fucking juices. He’s staring at you like you’d just reached into his chest and pulled out his fucking heart. So intense it could’ve been mistaken for revulsion. But, no. Not him.

“Whore.” Is all he can manage to bite out, still stilled in his spot from you’d just done.

A confidence brims your throat, a slow smile craning up the corner of your lip - nothing holding you back with your quick reply.

“Murderer.”

Namgyu glares at you, a tsk coming out of his lips as they part in defeat. He doesn’t bother to deny it now. You’re both far too gone.

“And you’re still begging for my cock.” He challenges bitterly, moving his hands to undo his belt. You keep your eyes on his.

His belts being thrown to the side in a second, his fingers rabidly undoing his button and zipper as he pulls his cock free. Your eyes rake down his body till you see it, your stomach twisting. He’s big. Too big, you think. He holds his cock at its base, ever so slowly pumping it in his fist. His eyes remain on you, thinking.

You feel your pussy throbbing — clenching helplessly. You need it, you need it fucking now. You look up at his eyes again, expectingly. He’s stern — teeth slightly bared through the parting of his mouth from the pleasure of him fisting his cock softly.

“Murderer, huh?” He pants out.

Your expression wavers, realising he isn’t gonna make this easy for you now. He’d been generous this whole time but the second you run your mouth? He’s gonna make sure you know about it. You don’t speak, a timid look on your face now revealing itself.

“Guess that makes you pretty fucked up for bein’ this fucking wet for me then, yeah?” He grits out, now moving his cock to drag through your folds, slowly, relishing every slather of wetness. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, a moan catching in your throat as your head rolls back in bliss.

“Yeah, there it is. See? You’re just as bad.”

You can’t reply, your head reeling from the aching need to have him inside you. You pant out a breath, forcing your eyes down as you watch him slide his cock through your folds.

“You won’t fit.” You pant out, truly meaning your words.

“I’ll make it fit.”

You go to form a defence but his cocks splitting you in two in the next second. Stretching right through your tightness like an unstoppable force. Your mouth opens, a disgustingly load moan pouring out of you. You’re pussy clenches around his cock — sucking him in, and he’s obliging as he continues to push right up until your little sweet spot.

Namgyu grunts — then breathes out, almost sounding shattered from the tightness of your pussy. Hunching over you, his forearms now coming to settle on the couch at either side of your head - caging you in.

“Perfect fit,” he grunts out, grounding his hips against yours slowly.

“S’like you were fucking made for me.”

Your teeth catch your bottom lip, thrashing your head to the side in bliss. As condescending as he’s trying to be, he’s fucking right. Your pussy welcomes him in so perfectly and warm, tightening around his cock and hugging it. But it takes you a second to adjust - despite the overwhelming pleasure, it stings — completely filling you to the point that you’re trying to catch the breath wedged in your throat.

He slowly pulls out his cock, giving you the chance to exhale before he’s pushing it back in. You take it better this time, your pussy now accustomed to the overpowering size. Namgyu’s breath fans your cheek, like he’s trying to contain himself — the feeling of you squeezing down on his cock almost threatening to make him cum already.

You move your hips in a small circular motion, a little noise seeping out of you as you do. He likes hearing you — those little fucking noises you make. He’s clenching his jaw as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, his cock hitting your sweet spot with ease. You yelp out, your arms coming to loop over his shoulders - fingers gripping into his toned shoulder blades.

Namgyu grunts at that, reeling his head back to look at your face properly.

You open your eyes up at him. Your expression torn between helpless and ragingly eager.

He grins a little, pulls his cock back and grounds back in with all the more force - your body jolting upward from it.

“I like the look in your eyes right now.” He says messily, condescending you. Your face reads needy, like the speed he’s going isn’t enough - that you need more but you don’t want to beg for it again. You glare up at him, but you cannot help the glossing plea in your eyes. He laughs out a little at you, between pants.

“Fuckin’ needy bitch.” He hisses despite his sick smile. His hips are going at a steady pace now, but not quick enough. Not the speed he knows you need.

“Ask me for it.” He pants out, his head so close that his hanging hair cages your own face. You don’t want to give into it — you want to play the game of power, but you know he’s relentless. You know he’ll fuck you slow until you’re a sobbing mess, pleading with him to make you cum. It irritates you — but it turns you on all the more. You use that aggression as you slam up your lips to meet his - crushingly desperate as you both tilt your heads into it.

You moan into it. You hear him moan too. The noise from him only fueling your fire as you bring his bottom lip into your teeth, gnawing hard — drawing a speckle of blood before you pull away, your head hitting the arm of the chair with a thud. You pant up at him, your chin raised as though you’d just made a bold statement.

Namgyu darts his tongue out and tastes the bit of blood on his lip.

“Fuck me. Hard.” You demand, and he’s staring at you like you’re a fucking god. He doesn’t reply, he just grabs your legs and hauls them around his hips as he picks up his speed — the sound of his hips slapping yours becoming louder and louder. Your eyes roll back, your mouth falling open wide from the euphoria.

He sees your open mouth and wastes no time as he spits into it harshly.

You look up at him — shocked, but he’s clamping his hand over your mouth the next second.

His hips pick up a quicker pace, the sound of your pussy squelching around him filling the room.

“Fucking swallow it.” He grunts out, teeth clenched as he drives his cock into you at a relentless speed. He watches your throat bob as you swallow his spit and then yanks his hand away from your mouth, his own mouth replacing it a second later.

You’re soaring. Room filled with sounds of your wetness, creaking leather and mutual moans. Stifled moans as your mouths welcome each others - his fingers reach down between your bodies to pinch at your clit, twisting it. You’d cry out a moan if you weren’t sucking on his fucking tongue.

You feel it then. That build. Your stomach slowly twisting inward - like an elastic, threatening to snap and loosen you up beneath him. He feels it too - the way your pussy hugs his cock all the more desperately. It’s all too much — you’d never fucked like this in your life. Never fucked high. Never fucked someone you’re supposed to hate.

It feels impossible.

Your breath hitches, your head pulling away from his as the moans roll out of you more ragged and uncontrolled.

“What?” He grits out, his tone mockingly pitiful. “You gonna cum on my cock?”

You can’t answer. Your chest rising and falling in aggressive rhythm. It’s too much — you already know you’re gonna cum harder than you ever have before. In fact the anticipation of it causes your hands to grip his hips, pushing — trying to ease his pace so you don’t truly unravel below him.

“No you fuckin’ don’t.” He mutters out meanly as he prys your hands off his hips, using one of his hands to vice clamp your wrists together — now holding them above your head.

You cry out, helpless - especially as he somehow picks up his pace. His hips cramming against yours meanly — without mercy or give. He doesn’t let himself cum. Not yet. Not until he sees you truly unravel.

“Namgyu —” You stutter out as you reach closer, your wrists wiggling in his grip.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes.” He cuts you off and as you peel them open for him,

You cum.

Your orgasm rips through you, starting red hot deep in your pussy. You cry out — loud, now grateful for the volume of the music in the club. The pleasure shoots through your legs — shaking them, and it’s so overwhelming that you can barely breathe. He’s glaring down at you, fascinated with the way your pupils blow wide — eyes glossing with tears that you can’t subside from the overpowering pleasure crippling you. He smiles — twisted, sickeningly pleased.

“Thaaaat’s it.” He groans out, now reaching close just from the sight of you cumming.

You’re barely responsive, your orgasm had ripped through you so hard that you could barely catch enough breath to keep a steady head. Your head spins — vision blurred as you helplessly blink up at him, lips swollen - hair reduced to a mess.

You just about slur out your next words.

“Fill me up — Namgyu, please.”

His breath shudders at your words and as he try’s to form some sort of horny response, he’s already cumming.

His face twists, eyes cramming shut as he leans his forehead against yours. You feel every muscle in his body clench - contort, tighten. He’s groaning out — sweetly, almost timidly. Like he can’t keep up the facade of a man who’s in complete control.

You feel his cum shoot into you, warm and slick. It’s delightful — your eyes closing as a little satisfied moan slips out of you.

You don’t know how long you’re both laying like that until you feel his body relax — his head coming down to lean into the crook of your shoulder, heavy pants ripping through you both. The rooms warm — thick, the sweat clinging to you both now drying.

You don’t feel any guilt.

There’s no dread.

In fact you feel more at peace with your mind now that you had done in a month. Like you’d took all your control back.

You feel him twitch as he lifts his head after awhile. He’s flushed, his hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead.

You look just as equally wrecked as he does.

You both stare at each other. There’s no snide comments, no demeaning. Just your warm breathes meeting in the middle.

The only thought that slips into your head is the only one that concerns you.

How the fuck could you possibly stay away from each other now?

Authors note: gang this took me SO LONG to write wtf ???? but anyways, plz plz plz enjoy !!! had way too much fun writing this <3 stay strong namgyu nation ❤️

[z3mos]

LOVE LOVE LOVE

heyyy!! first, adore the way you write this specific character without hesitance of making him accurate; he’s not all soft and lovey dovey, and you write him exactly the way he is!! perfect characterisation! you don’t shy away from the reality that is nam-gyu!

with this in mind; nam-gyu swears he doesn’t care about you in the games, really rubs it in actually, but he’s the first to con someone into swapping teams with you if you ended up on the hider’s side of hide and seek. he’s the one to shove the red vest at you and act soo indifferent. thoughts ?

nam-gyu swears up and down that he doesn’t give a shit about you. you’re not his goddamn responsibility, and never were. he rolls his eyes and scoffs if someone implies otherwise.

and yet—when you pull blue in the draw, he winces inwardly. being on the blue team means no weapons, just a stupid key around your neck and the hope you can outrun a knife.

and for someone who “doesn’t care,” he suddenly can’t sit still. blame it on the drugs, maybe. or the bloodlust. so while the switch window’s still open, he corners some poor bastard on red and spins some bullshit about synergy—team balance, tactical advantage, whatever excuse gets him what he wants. then he more or less yanks the vest off their back, turns, and shoves it into your arms.

“here. you’re on red team now, congrats.”

if you ask why he’s doing this, he snorts. “in case you haven’t noticed, MG coin’s not exactly trustworthy. if he was, none of us would be here.”

or, “you owe me now, so be grateful and don’t fuck this up.”

he says this all with casual disdain. if he frames it as rational and self-serving, then maybe he doesn’t have to think about why it pissed him off so much seeing you on the other team.

it can’t be because he likes you.

…unless.

[z3mos]

I'm shaking

[z3mos]

sunset

i was at the beach a couple days ago and couldn’t stop thinking about namgyu LOLLL so here’s a little drabble i came up with :3 im quite insecure when it comes to writing other stuff than just headcanons, pls be kind to me T^T

contents: pure fluff, mention of smoking & his addiction, namgyu being silly, no games, established relationship, f!reader

namgyu’s hand was stretched out, his body leaning as close to you as possible. “come on, just take my hand, i got you baby”

the soft tone in his voice finally made you grab his hand, and you slowly started moving down the rocky cliff to where namgyu was standing.

“see! that wasn’t so hard, i told you” he laughed at you, his eyes sparkling in the sun which was starting to set. the orange and pink combo in the sky reflecting onto his skin making him look even more ethereal than usual, and the sound of water splashing on the shore just added to the vibe.

when the two of you finally found a nice spot to set down your towels and bags, he instantly put a cigarette between his lips and brought out a lighter. even though smoking is bad, you can’t help thinking it’s the hottest thing ever, studying the way he inhales the poison into his lungs. it’s at least better than the other things he used to be on, before he met you.

this was the perfect time to arrive, since most people were starting to pack up and leave at this point, making you the only people left - having the whole beach to yourselves to enjoy.

“you ready to get wet?” he said while stubbing out the cigarette, a smirk formed on his lips.

you quickly took your dress off, showing off your brand new bikini you’d bought for the summer.

“bet you i am”

after he had taken a real good look at you, he moved down fast, running towards the water with you right behind him.

once the water reached your feet you let out a squeal, trying to get used to the cold feeling creeping up.

when namgyu realized you had stopped for a second, he quickly turned around and moved back to where you were standing.

“it’s not that cold”

“shut up”

a giggle left his lips as he swept you easily into his arms, carrying you further into the water. with no time to think, once you were deep enough, he threw you mercilessly into the cold of the water.

covering you head to toe, you were now drenched.

“NAMGYU”

his dorky smile and loud laugh echoed through the early night.

“oh you little bitch”

revenge was in order, and the two of you started wrestling, with you trying to dunk him into the water like he had just done to you. after minutes of giggling and spitting vile insults at each other he finally let you get your way, disappearing under the water.

when he reappeared and swept his hands through his hair getting it out of his face, you grabbed him by the arms, pulling him closer.

fireworks set off inside your chest as your lips met his, your bodies clinging onto each other. even though you’d been together for a long time, you couldn’t help feeling like a little schoolgirl with a silly little crush.

“i love you” namgyu whispered in your ear as the two of you hugged tightly, watching the sun slowly fade away behind the horizon.

“i love you more”

a/n: AHHH i’m so nervous posting this, i really can’t tell if it sucks or not. anyways, reqs are open ^-^ pls send namgyu ideas!!!!

[z3mos]

HIII I just read ur zemo headcanons and they are perfect!! there's barely anything written for him I ate it UP

me personally I rlly like his backstory and I always think about it so maybe you could cook up smth angsty abt him dealing with the grief and depression that came with losing his family? including reader or writing just thoughts abt him is ur choice 😛

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON this means so much to me, ilysm. this is just a little handful of thoughts that immediately came to mind. i hope you like it <33

⟡ zemo would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty, but not panicked. just… unable to sleep. with all the trauma he had been through, losing everyone he loved at some point, his home country, it wasn’t that surprising. sometimes he took a cold shower, other times he would just grab one of the whiskey bottles that were neatly put in place on a shelf, and pour himself a big glass. sometimes you’d join him, gently pat his back while the two of you sit in silence

⟡ he had tried therapy at some point, thinking that maybe it could help, getting his feelings out. but soon he realized it was worthless, and the only thing he could think of to ease his mind was to break up the people who was behind his turmoil - the avengers

⟡ one think about zemo - he doesn’t have any superpowers or super soldier serum to take them out. but what he does have is brains

⟡ out of pure rage he spent every waking moment scheming against them, figuring out their every weakness. call it revenge, call it something to quiet to loud noises in his head. it doesn’t matter, he just knows what has to be done

⟡ you were always there by his side, listening carefully to his strategies and plans, supporting him no matter what

[z3mos]

CUTEST THING I’VE EVER READ

A whisker away

Pairing: Nam-gyu x f!reader

Summary: you are actively feeding the stray cattos near the club he works at

A/N: I personally spend some of my savings on feeding the stray cats (occasionally dogs if I see any) and if you have the possibility to do the same, trust me, the pets will be extremely grateful <3 also the title is inspired by the animated movie "a whisker away" on Netflix 😺

Warnings: mentions of smoking weed,drugs (such as ecstasy) mentions of death (it doesn't happen tho)

Whoever thought about putting a club a few houses away from a school was an absolute genius (sarcastically)

College students, especially the evening students with evening classes, would spend 3-4 hours listening to booming music and occasionally new singer wannabes during their lessons

Luckily for you, most of the time the teacher was writing on the board, and you just had to rewrite everything on your papers, which was great; it gave you the possibility to have your headphones on and ignore the outside

However, some students were cursed with whatever new song Thanos came up with for tonight.

Once the lessons end, you, as usual, gather your things pretty quickly before putting your headphones away in your bag, making your way out of the building followed by others

You weren't extremely tired, just very bored. Which caused you to be a bit sleepy.

It's a good thing you chose evening lessons. You get to sleep until 6 PM, need to attend 4 hours of classes (if you feel like it), study for a few hours, and BOOM! Free time.

And you had enough time to study at home, too. A quieter place for absorbing the notes into your brain

On your way home, you always end up cornering the street that goes almost to the back of an alley, right behind the club that was bothering your classmates pretty much every night

It was your routine to come here every evening after class. Because beautiful pairs of eyes waited hungrily for you to bring them kibbles and leftovers from your breakfast

There were ten hungry bellies in total, and you always made sure all of them were full before you could leave home peacefully

You were surprised as to why the loud music never scared the cats away, but perhaps they already got used to it at this point

As you pet the fur of your colored furry friends, you hear a click of a door echoing in the alley

The cats couldn't care less about the sounds or the two people that just burst out from inside the club. They were too busy munching on their food

You curiously looked at the scene, trying not to draw too much attention.

Two guys were leaning on the nearest wall, sucking from their joints and talking about Holy Spaghetti knows what.

One had black hair, while the other dude had purple-dyed hair. They both seemed strong enough, but also extremely stoned

You were pretty skeptical about leaving the cats in here with some junkie dudes, but you were also paranoid about your life and how dangerous staying here could be

Until one of them spotted you. The one with black hair, who looked more wasted than the other guy

He just stared at you, long, shamelessly, before returning his gaze back to his friend. "She's feeding the cats again..."

"Who?" the other one asked, peeking over his shoulder

"The girl I told you about. She keeps bringing kibbles for the fur balls"

You couldn't properly hear what they were talking about, but you were grateful for the fact that they left you alone and didn't approach you, high as they were.

"What's wrong with some community help, huh? She's not doing anything wrong, my man"

The black-haired man scoffed, rolling his eyes at his friend as he stole looks from you from time to time.

"It's just... pathetic. You almost feel pitiful when you look at that," he answered his friend's words, taking a drag from the joint and letting the high sink in deeper

"Compassion is a virtue not everyone possesses. It's pretty admirable, my homie. Try to view it differently"

After a while, you decided it was time to head home and prepare some Buldak while binge-watching one of the few shows you truly liked. You missed your couch dearly.

The next evening was the same. Class at 6 PM. At 10 PM you gathered your papers and pens then got right back to haunting the streets of Korea for your fur friends

For a few days everything was normal, calm, like the usual atmosphere. You'd leave the kibbles, pet their scratched faces, then leave to go eat for yourself.

Until this evening

Once again, the doors opened. Not suddenly, not forcefully. Just opened. Then closed

You recognized the man. You saw him a few days ago with his friend,

He looked... bad. Like he hit rock bottom. His face was a mess, probably from all the substances he was consuming

You felt a bit relieved knowing it was him and not someone else. A familiar face was easier to duck than some stranger whose intentions with you were unknown

He sat down on the stairs, letting himself fall over the door and slowly slide down onto it until it felt comfortable enough

You watched. Not because you wanted to say something, but because you had this internal sympathy for him and his actions. You never knew what someone's going through, and you were glad you had that mentality

He didn't observe you at first; you were practically invisible to him. The drugs worked so well he was actually feeling the ecstasy kicking in.

After getting used to the feeling, he started to look around. He then spotted you in the same spot you always crouched at

His instinct was to scoff at you, roll his eyes, and ignore you. However... Maybe it was the Ecstasy, or perhaps what Thanos told him a few days ago, because he didn't find himself taking his eyes off of you like he'd usually do

He just stared.

"Why are you always feeding them?" you hear those words from your right.

You froze, not wanting to engage in any conversations with drug addicts, especially those who are already intoxicated

You didn't answer. You tried to remain calm as he shifted from his seat, walking towards you.

"I'm not here to scold you or anything—I just want to know why you're wasting your time on them"

Your instincts wanted to run. You definitely didn't know him and his intentions, but you've seen the way he wobbled towards you. You chose to stay calm instead.

"They've been here since I started working; no one really gave a damn about them. Then you... started showing up for the past few months."

You nodded slowly, petting their furs.

"I can't stand the sight of hungry animals," you reply softly, looking up at him

He seemed harmless, almost.

"They've been doing better since you started coming here..." he mumbled, crouching down on the pavement next to a wall to lean on

"I'll make sure not to stop, then," you assured, nodding in his direction

He didn't say anything; he just looked at you. His pupils were huge as his hands trembled slightly, but you saw the tiredness. It almost broke you

"Make sure they're all full,please." you kindly asked him, standing up on your feet and grabbing your bag from the ground

"What am I, cat security?" he asked with a scoff

But you simply chuckled, taking a few steps back slowly,"You might just become one"

You didn't see his face for a few days. It wasn't unusual; he barely went out for a breath of air or just to high himself up so you weren't expecting him, or anyone for that matter.

Today, though, the stars aligned. And as you wanted to take the turn to the alley behind the club, the guy met with your figure right at the front doors.

He curiously peeked in your direction before grinning and waving slightly at you.

"Here for the fur balls?"

You nodded, smiling slightly at him, "What else would I be here for?"

"I don't know, maybe you'd like a drink?" he shrugged, trying to give you an idea.

"I don't like drinking without my friends. And plus, it's a school day. I need to get back and study"

"You're in what, college?" He leaned on the metal bars next to him.

You learned his name. His life, in small proportions at least. His habits.

Today wasn't as lonely as the days before; he actually followed up with you in the alley corner and talked to you about different subjects while you were feeding your little friends

He still seemed skeptical about this; he couldn't see the point of feeding something that could easily be killed or taken away by tomorrow morning

But he still watched you. And, God, you were so kind to them

You seemed so sweet towards the cats, he couldn't help but think about how much he wishes someone would be just as sweet towards him

That'd be a joke, to be honest. Who would be sweet and compassionate to a screw-up like him? He barely deserved to occupy space on this planet

Nam-gyu made sure to always meet with you in that spot. He made it seem like an accident, but in reality, he'd check up the time and memorize your schedule just to see your sweet butt taking care of the cats

After a while it became a routine. He always sat with you, drugged or not, and talked about anything and everything while you took care of the small beings

"Wanna try? They don't bite, I promise," you asked while handing him a piece of chicken from your last lunch

For the first time he felt included in something that didn't mean work or drug dealing...

Nam-gyu's heart swelled the day he saw you bringing in a plastic box, rigid enough to hold steady during wind, and big enough for every one of them to curl inside and warm each other

"Autumn's coming. Thought about some shelter for them," you told him while placing soft blankets inside of the box, making it as comfortable as possible

"All of this for... them?" He seemed confused. He couldn't understand how much kindness can be in one person. It was almost sickening (in a good way)

Whenever you weren't around, for example, during 1 AM when the club was at its peak, he made sure to check up on the cats from time to time

Just to be sure no one disturbed or threw rocks at the harmless creatures

That basically became his second job. Cat security

Nam-gyu swears he didn't get attached to them, neither of you nor your companionship. He just felt like that was the right thing to do (he got attached)

And when he told you, casual as hell, you let out sweet "awww"s and "thank you, Nam-gyu, that's very nice of you"s that made him smirk under his nose

Little did you know that he wasn't as casual as you thought; he actually wanted to hear you praise him for the good work. He just didn't want to show it

But, hey! It worked!

Yeah, no, this dude fell in love. Hard.

He just didn't know how to act towards girls that seemed too good for him

He knew he'd fuck up one way or another. Whether it was with his drug addiction or just his way of being. It was always something with him...

But you accepted to go out with him either way!

That was a shock for him

He promised to take it slow with the drugs, even seek help at some point

But Nam-gyu was now protecting the cats whenever he had the chance to

It was like he became their father; that's how much responsibility he put into it.

And maybe it was because he also liked you. Like... REALLY liked you

He became softer with time. That's on you, of course

But whenever he backed into the alley to smoke a joint and escape the crowds for a while, he always sat with the cats and thought about you

Okay, he became attached to them as well

[z3mos]

zemo headcanons ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

content: both soft and some nsfw, reader implied to be female, established relationship

⟢ swears in sokovian whenever he’s stressed/under pressure

⟢ rarely wants you to join in on dangerous missions, but with enough back talk from the both of you he finally admits defeat

⟢ always keeping it professional on the job, treating you the same as everyone else on the team

⟢ when the two of you gets home he showers you with words of affirmation, telling you just how good you were

⟢ likes to read on the couch with you laying in the other end with your legs over him. he keeps a firm hand on your feet, making sure you’re not going anywhere

⟢ zemo loves to show you off, always keeping his hand on your waist, hips, neck, anywhere he can reach

⟢ hot steamy make outs ;3

⟢ sometimes even keeps his mask on during sex

⟢ fucks you slow and gently oftentimes, but when he’s just in the mood to let out some steam he can get quite rough (but that’s how you like it) and tells you to just suck it up and take it like a good girl

⟢ let’s you sit in his lap, which often rather than not leading to you slowly grinding down on him, making him suck in air trying to compose himself

⟢ calls you his kitten <33

a/n: i’m such a sucker for zemo, i love him more than words can describe. . send some asks and i’ll get to them asap

[z3mos]

namgyu headcanons ⋆˙⟡

content: soft!namgyu, boyfriend material, could be set in the games or not that’s up to you, he’s not actively using

𐙚 he always wants to make sure you’re within his eye range, somewhere he can keep track of you. not to be overly protective (that’s what he tells himself anyways), but because he wants to keep you safe

𐙚 can sometimes act like a jerk in front of his friends (especially thanos) to impress them, but as soon as someone joins in he quickly shuts them down and make sure they know he’s the only one who can talk shit about you (when you’re quite literally standing next to them and can hear everything)

𐙚 always apologizing to you in private whenever he knows he’s been stupid

𐙚 he’s not really used to a lot of physical contact, but slowly getting used to your body being clinged onto his. holding hand is a must, and he never turns you down

𐙚 likes to sleep with one arm over you, caressing your naked back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

𐙚 eats with his mouth open/talks with his mouth full of food causing you to scold him and jokingly slap his arm. he just laughs “sorry, mom”

𐙚 smokes when he’s stressed or not able to sleep. you often join him and he willingly shares his cigarette with you

𐙚 secretly loves when you call him baby, although it’s not hard to figure out based on the cute smile and rosy cheeks he so desperately tries to hide

a/n: sorry this is so short, i’ll try to write something other than headcanons soon! please send reqs (especially squid game) :3