#Five hargreeves x reader

[badkitty3000]

Every Version Of You

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, 5.4k words, one-shot

Summary: It takes a close call with death for Five to realize what kind of man he wants to be and what kind of life he wants with you.

Warnings: Smut, domestic Five, soft Five, lots of fluff

A/N: Five is very soft and loving in this one, but still with a little bit of his normal flair. Let me know how you like it! 😽❤️

Five has been away from home for too long. He didn’t realize this latest job was going to be so complicated. If he had known that, maybe he wouldn’t have said the things he had said to you. Maybe he wouldn’t have been so short with you.

Now, here he is, parked on the rooftop of some building, hunched over in the cold and swirling snow with his overcoat pulled up around his ears as he waits. He waits for his target, the man he’s been hired to kill, to come into view. Preferably alone. 

While he waits and shivers and blows on his hands to keep the feeling going in his fingers, he thinks of you. He thinks of how he wishes you were there right now. Well, maybe not exactly right there on that rooftop; he would never put you in danger like that. More like he wishes he were with you. 

He misses you. Shit, he misses you so much. And not just your body, although he can’t seem to stop thinking about that, either. But your voice, and your eyes, and just the way you look at him. Your laugh and the way you always seem to know how to take care of him in the exact way he needs. 

He misses his home the two of you have together. And his bed, made even more comfortable with you lying next to him. He never thought he’d have a home like the one he has now. But then again, wherever you are is his home.

He wants to make things right again. Because, not for the first time in his life, he fucked up.

Images of your face just minutes before he had left flash before his eyes and he has a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. You had told him you needed him there, at home. You hadn’t wanted him to leave. He had been gone too much lately, according to you. You worried about him. It wasn’t good for him. 

So, there had been a fight.

Five isn’t proud of it. He didn’t like fighting with you. He hated seeing the hurt on your face, or even worse, the tears that had been caused by him. When he got defensive, he lashed out. And when he lashed out, he said things he didn’t mean. Hurtful things he wanted to take back.

 You had called him selfish. He had called you delusional and naive.

How long has it been, now? Five days? A week? With all of the tracking and stalking and assessing of the situation, he has lost track. Too long, though. He knew that much.

You knew what he was, obviously, that wasn’t a secret. A hitman for hire that only took down the ones that deserved it. He was the good guy, cleaning up the streets. The assassin with a heart of gold. 

What a load of shit.

As Five had told his brother, Luther, all those years ago, there are no good guys or bad guys. There’s just people. And Five is sometimes hired to kill those people. End of story.

Back in the beginning, you had decided you didn’t care that he was a killer. Hell, it used to turn you on. He’d come home, smelling like dried sweat with a splatter of blood on the cuff of his shirt and he could barely make it in the door before you were jumping on top of him. And you loved him, that was the even crazier part. You loved him, and as much as that defied the odds, he knew it was true. And he loved you, too. He loved you more than anything.

You even, by some small miracle, agreed to marry him a while back. Five is still waiting for someone to jump out from behind a bush on the street to reveal that this whole thing has been part of an elaborate prank show. Because he’s still not quite sure how he landed you.

The two of you have made this life together, and it’s insane, but it works. You make him happy and god knows he is overdue for some happiness. Five twists the plain gold band on his left hand as he exhales a white puff into the air. 

Sometimes it feels like a dream. You are his wife. You are all he ever wanted, but never dared to imagine. 

Which is what he should have told you before he left. Instead, he had turned away from your pleas, blinking away without even a goodbye. 

You knew not to contact him when he was on a job. There were too many factors at play and too many ways he could be tracked. So, he hasn’t spoken to you since that day. And now here he is, cold and miserable, and cursing himself for being so fucking stubborn.

There is some movement in the building he is watching across the street and he peers through his sniper scope. The man in question is perfectly positioned in front of his high-rise office window. Five only needs one shot and he’ll be done. The guy will be dead, Five can blink away, and he’ll be back home by dinner. Piece of cake.

Five’s hands are red and chapped as they grip the rifle, his finger twitching ever so slightly against the trigger. One eye closes while the other finds its mark again. He begins to pull back on the trigger when there is a noise from behind. The sound of a pebble being kicked by a shoe. 

He spins around, the rifle still against his shoulder, and aims it at the man that has attempted to sneak up on him. There are two shots fired, one from the other man’s pistol and one from Five’s rifle. Five feels a slight sting in his upper arm. The other gunman drops to his knees as the hole in his chest bleeds a river of red and he collapses on the rooftop. Dead.

Five swings back around, aiming again for the man across the street. If one person has tracked him down on that roof, there could be more. He shoots again, hitting his target with perfect aim and watches as the man slumps to the floor of his lavish office.

“Fuck,” Five mutters as he looks down at the body behind him. Steam curls out of the bleeding crater in the dead man’s chest and rises into the cold winter air.

Five assesses his arm. It was just a graze, with only a small laceration visible beneath the torn part of his coat and shirt. He swears again, angry that his favorite overcoat now had a hole in it. He hurriedly packs up his weapon and gets the hell out of there, blinking several blocks away into an alley, and then blending into a large crowd of tourists. He walks a few more blocks and then grabs a cab that he takes ten miles out of town in the opposite direction of where he actually needs to go. From there, he makes a few more blinks, just in case he is being tailed. Once he is sure he is in the clear, he takes another car home to you.

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It’s late when he arrives home. He’s a little disappointed that you aren’t up waiting for him, but he knows that’s unfair. You hadn’t even known when he was returning. The table lamp in your apartment living room is on, though, so he knows you were at least thinking of him. 

Five stashes his weapon and grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. He rummages through the cabinets to find a vase for the bouquet of flowers he bought for you at the crappy bodega on the way home. A last-ditch effort to try and ease his guilt.

As he sets the flowers in the vase and arranges them the best he can, he sees they are already starting to wilt. The blue, artificially-dyed daisies in the bunch look garish in the bright light of the kitchen. He sighs at his sad attempt at an apology.

Cheap ass flowers.

He notices one of the lightbulbs is burned out over the kitchen table. The same one you had pointed out to him last week. Five had insisted he would take care of it. He didn’t want you climbing up on the table to reach it. So why hadn’t he just done it when you asked?

He strips off his coat and throws it on the back of a chair. He runs his fingers over the hole in his dress shirt, frowning when he sees it’s still oozing just a little bit of blood. 

Before he does anything else, though, he finds a new lightbulb and replaces the burned out one. He feels another pang of guilt in his chest because it takes him a total of two minutes.

In the bathroom, he takes off his shirt and cleans up his arm. It’s hardly anything, a minor flesh wound. But he doesn’t want to smear blood all over your shared bed, so he bandages it up. When he looks in the mirror, he startles himself. He looks tired. Exhausted. He looks like shit.

He knows tonight could have gone a completely different way. It was just happenstance that his assailant kicked that pebble, alerting Five to his presence. And it was pure fucking luck that the dude’s aim was off. Another inch in the other direction and Five would be the one lying on that roof with a bullet in his chest.

Why does he do this to himself? Why does he do this to you? He shakes his head at his own reflection, unable to answer those questions. He just doesn’t know. The best he can come up with is that he’s an idiot.

Five creeps quietly into your bedroom. It’s dark and he can hear your deep breathing while you sleep. It’s music to his ears and he smiles to himself. He sheds his pants next to the bed and slips in next to you, the warmth from your body already heating up the small space between you. 

He knows he shouldn’t wake you, but he needs to. His eyes adjust to the darkness and he props himself up on one elbow. He reaches over, stroking your cheek lightly and tucking your hair behind your ear. You rustle and let out a sigh as you start to wake.

When your eyes flutter open, he smiles warmly as his hand rests on your cheek.

“Hello, darling,” he whispers.

“Five?” you say, still unsure if you’re dreaming or not.

“I’m sorry I woke you, but… “

You don’t let him finish, because as soon as you realize he’s really there, in bed with you and home safe, you burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” you wail in between sobs. “I’m sorry… I love you… I’m so sorry!”

He sits up, taking you in his arms as you press your face into his bare chest. “Sweetheart, no… I was selfish, you were right. I love you so much,” he tells you as he kisses your head and squeezes you tighter, brushing his chin against your hair.

You pull back, your cheeks still streaked with tears, as you take his face in both of your hands. You kiss him, softly but urgently as you take in the taste of him that you have missed so much. You breathe in his scent and feel the familiar outline of his cheekbones. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days and the stubble scratches at your fingertips. Your body relaxes for the first time in days.

“Five,” you say, in between kisses. “You scared me. You really scared me.”

“I know,” he tells you, drawing his head back so you are forced to stop your frenzied kisses and look him in the eyes. “I scared myself.”

“I just kept thinking of all the bad things that could have happened to you. What would happen if you never came home. It was awful.”

“I’m so sorry,” he tells you. “I never meant to be gone so long. Or make you worry.”

“Next time, don’t leave without saying goodbye. Please,” you beg through your tears.

“There’s not going to be a next time.”

You pause and sniff loudly, wiping your nose on the back of your hand. “What?”

“I’ve decided I’m done. For good this time. I’m not leaving you again.”

You hesitate. “Five, I don’t want to stop you from something you want–”

“You think that’s what I want? To leave you here while I go out and murder people?”

You pause, blinking. “No, but… it is what you do.”

He sighs and leans back against the headboard while you rest your head on his shoulder. “I kept telling myself that I would never be able to handle an ordinary life. That I wasn’t cut out for a normal marriage. But tonight, I had a really close call. Too close. And it made me realize what I really want out of life.”

“What’s that?”

“You.”

You smile up at him. “You have me already. I’m your wife, remember?”

“I know that. But I want you all of the time. I want to be home with you. I want to go to sleep next to you every single night and wake up next to you every single morning. No more shitty hotel rooms. No more lonely dinners in some piece of crap diner. I want to be with you. Always.”

“I want that, too.”

He traces your lips with his fingers. “And I want to make you happy.”

“Five,” you sigh. “You do make me happy.”

“Well, then I want to make you even happier. I want that to be my main goal in life. Not mindless killing for money.”

“But I want you to be happy, too.”

“Darling, if you are happy, then I am happy. And if you’re not… then I am miserable.”

“Five, I just don’t want you to get bored or regret anything, or–”

He shakes his head again. “Impossible.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Five kisses you again, gently with his hand in your hair. “Yes, it is. With one more added thing, if you’re game.”

“What’s that?”

“I want us to start a family,” he says, his voice suddenly very soft and cracking with nervousness.

You wait, searching his face to make sure he’s not just saying this to try and appease you. But he’s sincere. You can see it. A slow smile breaks over your face.

“Really?”

He nods. “Do you think that’s something you would want?”

“Yes, I would love that,” you say with a laugh. “I would love to have a family with you.”

He looks happy but nervous. “I don’t really know how to be a dad, I didn’t exactly have the best role model.”

“Five, you are amazing at everything you do. Being a dad will be no different,” you tell him, laying the palm of your hand on his cheek. “I love you and our child will love you. I guarantee it.”

“Thank you,” he says before diving in for another kiss. 

When you climb on top and straddle him, he lets out a long, relieved sigh. You can practically see his muscles loosening up by the second. You are willing to bet they’ve been wound tight with anxiety and stress for days. You make a mental note to have him soak in a warm bath later.

“I’ve missed you,” he says as he closes his eyes and places his hands on your waist.

You sit up, running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, when you notice the bandage. You frown as you touch it gingerly.

“What’s this?”

Five smiles at your concern. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re hurt. What happened?”

“Just a little wake up call, that’s all.”

“Five, tell me–”

You are being flung onto your back, with Five climbing over the top of you, trapping you under the weight of his body. 

“Darling, we can either sit here and have a very boring discussion about a very minor injury, or we can get busy making this aforementioned family of ours,” Five tells you with a mischievous smirk.

“I’m still on my pill,” you explain.

“Then we can practice.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, dragging your hands down his back. “Ok, we can talk about your injury later.”

He leans down to kiss you. “Good choice.”

From there, you let Five take charge. He is hungry for you, desperate even, but he paces himself. He wants to take his time with you. He wants to savor each and every kiss and touch and beautiful moan. He wants to watch you lose yourself to him, to forget all sense of reality, as if you are the one with the power to manipulate time and space.

He helps you with your clothes, slowly dragging your shirt over your head and your shorts and underwear down your legs. His hands roam over your entire body, warm and firm as they map out every inch of you. It feels new, somehow, even though he’s touched you like this hundreds of times. You move your hips against him as your kisses become deeper and more fervent. His hard cock, still trapped inside his boxers, slides across your thigh.

Five draws a line from your stomach up to your breasts, using the tips of his fingers to slowly and tortuously circle your nipples. Then he is moving up again, over your neck, your jaw, and onto your lips. He presses two fingers to your mouth and you open up, knowing that’s what he wants, and you close your lips around them.

Five groans and his eyes shut for just a moment before they open again to watch you suck on his fingers. He moves them in and out, like he’s fucking your mouth, feeling your tongue slide against them. You can taste the salt of his skin and feel the callus on his trigger finger.

He moans your name quietly. “Do you know how fucking pretty you look right now?”

You give him a small smile, keeping his slender fingers latched between your teeth, as you blink up at him. He caresses the side of your face with his other hand, watching you intently, his eyebrows pulled together as if he is studying something he doesn’t understand.

But he does understand. He knows exactly what he is doing. And fuck, he gets you every single time.

Five draws his fingers out, slowly and deliberately, painting a trail with your saliva as he follows the same path back down again, between your tits, and over your abdomen. He continues south, still watching your reaction, as he finds the warm silky crease between your legs.

You lift your hips up in response and he enters you gently, fucking you slowly with his hand as you tip your head back.

“Five,” you gasp. When he presses his thumb to your clit, your back arches off the bed. Yessss,” you hiss out. “Oh god.”

“Look at me,” he tells you, but it’s not demanding like usual. It’s a plea. You meet his eyes and your lips part. “You are all I need. Understand?” You nod and he curls his fingers inside of you. 

When you come, hard and intensely, you soak his hand and the sheets underneath you. You moan his name like you’re in pain, the spasms of your climax making you thrash violently against the bed. 

You are panting loudly and your body feels boneless as you start to relax. Five pulls his fingers out, glistening and wet. His eyes don’t leave yours as he raises his hand to his mouth and sucks them clean. 

“Don’t want to waste any,” he tells you with a smirk. 

Your laugh comes out as a breathy huff. “You’re so dirty.”

He climbs over you again, laying his body on top of yours, holding himself up on his forearms beside your head. He gazes down on you, his hand stroking your hair gently. Something in his expression changes. That wolfish glint is gone from his eyes, replaced by something much softer.

He kisses you, slipping his tongue inside so that you can taste yourself. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers as his mouth moves down your neck, and he sounds sad. “Fuck, I am so sorry.”

Your hands rest in his hair and you arch your head back. “What do you mean?”

He is still kissing down your neck and over your shoulders, but you can hear the break in his voice and feel the subtle shift of his body against yours. He does this sometimes. He’s thinking and he doesn’t want to look you in the eyes.

“All these years… “ he starts, his hand drifting down your side and over your hip. “I’ve never been the man you deserve.”

You are so startled by his words that you actually gasp out loud. He is still not looking at you, but he has stopped his kisses. His forehead rests against your chest as his warm breath washes over you.

You want to scream in agony and rage; to tell him he’s fucking insane. But you have to choose your words carefully. He’s letting his guard down. One false move and the wall goes back up again.

“Five,” you start quietly, stroking his hair and the back of his neck. “Since I’ve known you, you have been many men, and I have loved each and every one of them.” He finally lifts his head and you smile. “And I will choose you, no matter what, every single time. That means you give me exactly what I need and what I want with every version of you that exists. Because you are my man. All of you.”

“I promise to try harder,” he says, as if you hadn’t just said anything.

“Five, please listen to what I am telling you,” you say, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t need you to promise anything, or try harder, or change in any way. I just need you.”

Five raises himself up again, kissing you while you run your palms down his shoulders and biceps, avoiding the wounded area. “You have all of me. I am nothing without you,” he tells you with a small smile before leaning down again to brush his lips against yours.

Suddenly you are overcome with so much emotion, it’s like you can’t see straight. Your life together starts flooding your brain, flipping through each moment like shuffling a deck of cards. 

The first time you laid eyes on him. The first time you kissed. The first time you fucked. The first time he tried to drive you away. The first time he confessed his love to you and all the times after that.

You want to cry just from the sheer amount of love you feel for him. Instead, you take his face in your hands and kiss him like you’re afraid he might leave you again. Although, you know he won’t now. 

He groans into your mouth and when he moves his body against yours you can feel how hard he still is. Reaching down, you start to maneuver his boxers off, and he helps while still trying to keep his mouth on yours. When he finally kicks them off, he positions himself between your legs. His hard cock presses against your slit, already wet for him again.

Five draws his head back, placing a hand on the side of your face. Just like when he fucked you with his hand, he wants to watch you as he enters you. He could easily slam his entire length into you, but he doesn’t. He takes his time. You watch as the creases deepen between his brows and his lips part just slightly. When you let out a soft whimper, the corner of his mouth turns up. He is breathing hard and fast, but he is moving at an agonizing pace. You push yourself up to try and hurry him along, but despite his gentleness, he still has the upper hand and you are denied.

“Let me take my time, my love” he says before going in for another soft kiss. “We have nowhere to go.” He kisses you again. “We have all the time in the world.”

He is finally buried within you, and you could swear that each time his cock is inside you is better than the last. You don’t think you will ever get tired of it; that feeling of him stretching you open and filling you up. You could live in those few blissful seconds forever.

Well, maybe not forever. Because when he starts to move inside you, you throw your head back with a lustful groan. Your fingers press harder into his back and you bring your legs up around his waist.

He pumps into you slowly but purposefully, covering your face and neck with long sucking kisses. You inhale giant gulps of air and exhale his name in wanton moans. He talks to you, quietly, close to your ear, like he always does. He loves to talk during sex. Five can be silent and brooding, but never when he fucks you. There is always a running commentary.

Tonight he is loving and worshipful; his voice low and husky.

The things you do to me… you shouldn’t be that powerful

Fuuck… you feel so good… I want to stay inside you forever

I would die without you

You are all I need. All I want

You are my everything

You clutch at his body; his shoulders, his back, his ass. He tightens his grip on yours, holding you close while he rocks rhythmically on top of you. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” he tells you and there’s a catch in his throat that makes you wish you could take away all of the fear and uncertainty you know is rattling around in that brain of his. 

Instead, you say, “I love you, too, Five. So much.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hair falls across your cheek and the scruff on his chin and jaw scratch lightly against your skin. You breathe in his scent that you have memorized. The scent that both drives you crazy and makes you feel like you are right where you are supposed to be. 

He has quickened his pace and the increase in intensity has you arching into him, pulling him closer with your thighs. His ragged breath mixes with the soft grunts and moans he makes with each thrust. He knows you well enough that he can tell you are reaching your threshold, but he asks you anyway because he wants to hear you say it.

“Want to come for me?” His voice is strained with the effort of holding himself back.

You nod, digging your nails into his back. You’re fairly certain his back should be littered with scars after all the years of clawing and raking you have given it. 

“Yes… yes, just keep… oh god, Five!”

“That’s right… fuck!”

Five stills against you at the same time your body trembles with rolling shock waves. He spills inside you, groaning hotly against your neck. You ride your shared climax out together, your loud panting and hissing curses filling the room.

As your muscles start to relax, you let go of your death grip on Five and lower your legs. He doesn’t move until his cock starts to soften and he slips out of you. When he lies next to you, he slings his arm over your stomach. His eyes are closed but when you reach over to move a piece of hair from his forehead, he opens them.

He draws you to him with a hand on the back of your head. His skin is damp and his eyes are hazy. He kisses you, smiling against your mouth.

“I really am a fucking idiot,” he tells you with a laugh as you pull away.

“Well, I can’t agree or disagree to that until I know what for,” you tease.

“Shit… where do I start? For one, I left when I could have been doing that with you the whole time… then getting fucking shot wasn’t too great… and then–”

You sit up suddenly, your eyes wide. “What do you mean you got shot?!”

Five realizes his mistake and closes his eyes with a loud sigh. “And for opening my big mouth… “ he mumbles to himself.

You run your fingers over the bandaged area of his arm again, this time with a whole new worry. “Five, what the hell?”

“It’s fine. Like I told you, it’s just a minor thing.”

“You getting shot is not minor!” you protest, gesturing wildly with your hands. “Jesus, Five! You could have been killed!”

“I realize that–”

“Are you ok? Does it hurt? Who did it? What happened to them?”

“Well, I–”

“And what was I supposed to do, huh? Just go on living, wondering why you never came back home that one time?”

“If you let me–”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. And I was right!”

“Ok, but you couldn’t really stop me from–”

You start to tear up, but you’re still rattled, so you hastily wipe at your eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I–”

“Because if I find out you lied to me, I’m going to be so pissed!”

“As opposed to now when you’re being so cal–”

You put a hand on your chest, trying to slow your breathing. “Oh my god, I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you. I mean, I know you have a dangerous job, I know that. But you’ve never been shot before!”

Five frowns. “Actually, that’s not–”

“I think I should take a look at it,” you say, starting to reach for the bandage.

Five catches your wrist in his hand, halting you and forcing you to look at him. He is smiling at you in the most irritating way.

“Darling,” he says with a small laugh. “Am I allowed to say something now?”

He’s making fun of you and your outburst, but you don’t care. Your reaction is perfectly valid. But you nod and keep quiet.

“Yes, I caught a bullet in the arm. It’s just a graze and I’m fine, I promise,” he starts slowly, making sure you are looking at him and listening to him. “But that is the whole reason I’m quitting. Because it was too close of a call. And I don’t want to leave you alone.”

Your eyes well up again. “I couldn’t bear it,” you say softly.

Five pulls you into him and you rest your head against him. His voice sounds deep and rumbling with your ear pressed to his chest.

He strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. “You won’t have to worry anymore, ok?”

You nod. “Ok.” 

“And now that I’m going to be around more, I’m going to start stepping up around here. I haven’t been appreciating you enough. I want to take care of you and give you everything you want.”

You smile and kiss his chest. “Thank you, Five. But all I really want is the two of us together.” You raise your head to look at him. “Or maybe the three of us.”

Five leans in to kiss you and your eyes fall shut as you give in to it. “I will take care of you and our child. I swear to you.”

“I know you will. You’re going to be an amazing dad, Five.”

He looks uncertain again, like he doesn’t really believe you. “How do you know?”

You place your palm flat against his heart, feeling the strong pulse beneath his sternum. “Because I know you and you will become the best version of yourself that you can be as a father.”

“Promise me one thing, my love?”

“What’s that?”

“Never stop loving me. No matter what version I become.”

You kiss him passionately, swinging your leg over the top of his as he holds you against his firm body. “Impossible,” you tell him. “I’ll love you forever. Every single one of you.”

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[swtheartz]

dead reader who haunts the life of a man that loved them so dearly to the point he either tries to be a better person for you or goes insane trying to bring you back.

usually the latter

[babymangosworld]

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

[foolinafable]

your wildest dream, his nightmare

Five Hargreeves x Reader Synopsis: Walking into Max’s diner as a respite after you and Five are seemingly stuck you don’t think you could’ve imagined a better outcome surrounded by various versions of your lover. At the same time, for him it’s nothing more than a bad dream he hopes will end soon. Word count: 760 Tags: Fluff, Jealous Five, Crackfic Note: This small fic because it's funny to imagine jealous Five being jealous of himself

“Come on”

Five grabbed your hand as he led you out of the tube to, probably, another timeline. It must have been a few hours the two of you had been stuck in this place going station to station still with no idea how to get back. 

You turned left but instead of being greeted with the usual blankness for Five to scribble about in his notebook you instead were somewhat blinded by the light of a sign.

‘Max’s delicatessen.’ You made eye contact with Five to the side of you before tilting your head with a nod towards the building. He simply followed your lead before quickly grabbing the door to let you in first. 

You turned back to smile in thanks when you noticed his shocked expression, head quickly turned back towards the diner at a call of your name to see the whole diner was made up of your lover. Looking back to Five, your Five, in bewilderment a shocked smile on your face.

The look on your face seemed to take him out of his stupor clearing his throat before leading you into the diner- trying to find an empty table for you to sit at. He was quickly stopped by another Five, one sat on his own, and gestured for the two of you to sit opposite him. Five begrudgingly agreed as he realised the restaurant was at max capacity. No spare table in sight.

You quickly shuffled onto the brown bench when the other Five spoke 

“It’s rare to see one of you around here” he smiled happy to see you

“Maybe this is not my typical scene” you rebutted a cheeky smile on your face that the Five opposite you seemed to enjoy, dimple now showing from smiling so wide

“Maybe” he breathed out in a laugh 

Before you could continue to speak with this version of Five another one appeared in front of you, this one not wearing a suit or vest. He quickly placed down a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich in front of your Five. He then turned to you placing a very familiar drink in front of you

“Your favourite” he declared when you looked confused  

“How did you know?” You smiled at him eyebrows furrowing as his cheeks went red

“We all know your favourites” he shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world

“Um- Thanks” you nodded your head in gratitude 

“Anything for the missus” he mumbled before leaving to go back to the kitchen 

You took a sip of your drink when your Five spoke irritated “What was that about?” a hand possessively stroking at your thigh 

“A lot of us having seen our version of her in a long time” the other Five spoke wistfully   

“How sad” you stated before turning around in your seat you waved and greeted the Fives around you who all became quite delighted at your attention all greeting you with a similar bravado.

“Okay.” Five declared “I think we are done here” he quickly at up pulling you up with him by grabbing hold of your hand once more 

“But we just got here, can’t we stay a little longer and rest?” you asked not wanting to leave. I mean why would you, surrounded by multiple versions of the man who loved you, say no to having his attention on you?

“No, we need to get back to my family in our timeline, come on. We are wasting time.” he rebutted practically pulling you away from the diner seemingly getting even more annoyed as the other Fives shouted goodbyes towards you.

“I didn’t realise I was so annoying, that was a nightmare” Five claimed as you sat on a train hopefully taking you back home

“Sure you weren’t jealous?” you quipped staring at him mischievously

“No” he grumbled arms crossing against his chest

“Then you won’t mind if I-” you spoke moving towards the doors to go back to the diner, quickly shutting up when Five grabbed your hands pulling you back onto the seat beside him. You simply smiled at his look of false ire towards you as the train started to move. Resting your head on his shoulder as he let a smile grace his features giving a kiss to the top of your head.

You hope that at some point you will get to return to the diner- a place you have just coined akin to heaven on earth.               

[redroses07]

the fuck was bro thinking?

[rcksmith]

I have no words to describe my disappointment with the 4th season of TUA. Five's character was SO out of character that I wanted to scream!

He would NEVER be in the CIA. He would NEVER have betrayed on Diego.

He would NEVER have been with a MARRIED woman.

He would NEVER have acted SO calm and stupid about everything like a plant!

HE IS EXTREMELY INTELLIGENT AND DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO DECIPHER ANYTHING?

I refuse to write anything about him this season. All his virtues; FIERCE loyalty to family, ALWAYS saving family NO MATTER the means, ALWAYS COMING HOME, have been thrown away!

I feel betrayed by Netflix.

I'll only write anything from 3s onwards.

[arrowurboat]

when my favorite writers respond to my asks/reqs

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

[briefkittenearthquake]

I like my men smart

[the0doreslover]

“i know what my child is up to” your child is emotionally committed to a character who doesn’t exist and lives in another reality x

[that-one-fangirl69]

you ever read a fic so good you just gotta sit there and contemplate your entire existence and everything you’ve ever read before?

[badkitty3000]

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! ❤️

Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.

“Here, let me help!” you chirped, jogging up to him.

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.

“Got it!” you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.

Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. “Thank you.”

“No problem!”

As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadn’t gotten the hint.

“What are you up to tonight?” you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.

“Oh, you know…the same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.” He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. “Typical old man stuff.”

You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Five’s history, his powers, and his actual age. It’s hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Five’s point of view, you didn’t seem to care.

You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasn’t about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.

“Ok, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.”

“Oh…ok,” you said sadly. “Good night, Five.”

As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasn’t much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.

Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadn’t missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.

It's not that Five didn’t like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.

Five wasn’t fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. Still…even after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.

He wasn’t sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most people’s brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadn’t had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.

As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldn’t quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.

“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?” You held out the containers to him. “It’s spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. It’s nothing fancy, but I know you’re alone, so you probably don’t have anyone to cook for you…” Your voice trailed off and you looked away.

Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. I’m pretty good at it.”

Five chuckled. “I have no doubt that you are. It looks great.” He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didn’t invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. “Would you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Five smiled gently and shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on in.”

After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.

“Wow, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”

Five looked up while he opened the wine. “Isn’t it just the same as your place?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it is. Which is why I’m surprised. I thought yours would be a little…”

“Old man-ish?” Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.

“…sexier,” you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.

Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”

You shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s not really me,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I’m not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, no? How come?”

Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didn’t really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Food’s ready.”

As you sat across from one another at Five’s small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didn’t mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldn’t help but notice, and you caught him in the act.

As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.

“So,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you weren’t quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.

Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. That’s when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look…I like you, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, there’s a lot of reasons, but namely I’m way too old for you. And you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Ok, well, I am. And that doesn’t change the fact that I’m about three times older than you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.

He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. “No, but it’s what needs to happen. Understand?”

After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldn’t.

The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasn’t imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against his…shit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.

But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.

“Five!” you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.

When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.

“You can’t keep coming over here like this, I’ve told you that,” Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you said with an innocence that he wasn’t buying.

“Yeah, I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

You paused. “I’m sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you know…”

“What do I know?”

“I am an adult, like I said. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a kid.”

“You are a kid,” Five shot back.

You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. “From what I remember, it didn’t feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.”

Five’s jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasn’t going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.

“Just stay away from me, ok?” he snarled. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, please, Five…I think I can handle—”

Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.

“You think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he hissed in your face.

Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. “I can handle you, Five. I’m not scared of you. And if you’d just let me get to know you a little more –"

His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.

“Get the fuck away from me. Please,” he said quietly.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m not sure why you think I’m so innocent.”

Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young man’s body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they weren’t wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.

“Fuck it,” he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.

He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.

“Alright…I will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.

“Specifically…what you would be willing to do for me.”

As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.

“What do you want me to do for you?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.

“Strip.”

You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.

“What?”

“I want you naked for me. Now.”

He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you weren’t sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.

“Here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “That’s right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.”

“What if someone walks by?”

Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.

“Don’t play games you can’t win. It won’t end well for you.”

When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.

With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.

As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Five’s gaze dropped to your breasts.

“Like I said…I’m not afraid of you,” you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.

Five’s face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.

His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. “What you told me to do.”

Five’s eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didn’t want you to see.

At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didn’t make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.

“God damn it, get inside,” he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.

As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.

“Are you stupid?” he growled.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!” He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?”

You smiled and took a step toward him. “What’s the matter Five? Losing at your own game?”

Five’s breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.

Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. “Shit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.”

You swallowed nervously. “I don’t care.”

“Well, you should. And you should leave.”

Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.

When you didn’t make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.

“Alright then…you’ve been warned,” he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. “Now lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.”

Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.

He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.

“Get out.”

You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. “What?”

He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. “You said you didn’t care if anyone saw you. So, leave.”

When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. I’m not the nice guy you think I am. And I’m certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.” His voice softened somewhat. “I can give you something to wear to go home in, but don’t ever come back here again. This is over, understand?”

After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. “I understand.” With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.

Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadn’t really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighbors’ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Five’s hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.

“God damn it,” he seethed in your face.

Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Five’s body pressed against yours.

He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. “Fuck, why did you do this to me?”

The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.

With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.

With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.

He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.

“You talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Let’s see that mouth of yours in action.”

He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you weren’t naïve and you weren’t dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.

With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.

He didn’t let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.

An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. “Still think you can handle me?”

From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didn’t know how.

You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.

“Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest.

Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.

“Ah…ffff-uu-goddamnit…yes, fuck yes, don’t stop…ah SHIT!”

His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.

As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadn’t been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.

What had he done?

When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didn’t want to do so many things to you.

“Up,” he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.

He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.

Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.

Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.

“This wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, you’re driving me crazy.”

Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.

“Five…” you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. “Five…holy fff-uck…OH GOD!” you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.

As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.

“That was…holy shit…” you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.

“I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he rasped.

Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.

He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?”

With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”

Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.

“Fuuuck…you are tight…god, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned pitifully into you.

You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. “Oh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.”

He didn’t respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.

Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.

Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.

“Come on, honey, let’s hear it,” he snarled next to your ear. “You’ve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussy…so let me hear you. I’m not stopping until I get what I want.”

“Fff-iiive,” you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.

“That’s right,” he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. “Beg me.”

“Five…please…you feel SO…FUCKING…GOOD!”

The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.

Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.

After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.

After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded and sat up. “Yeah, I’m ok, why?”

Five shook his head. “I was way too rough, I shouldn’t have…but you…” he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. “Look, you got your way. This is done now, alright?”

With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. “Get over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.”

He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. “You can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.”

As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of women’s underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. “Here.”

You laughed in disbelief. “You stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?”

Five shrugged. “I hadn’t figured that out yet.”

Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. “Such a dirty old man.” Glancing back at Five’s guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. “Keep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.”

Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll blink you back to your apartment so you don’t have to go back in just a t-shirt.”

You thought for a second, but shook your head. “No thanks. I don’t mind a good walk of shame now and then.”

As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. “Maybe the next time I make too much food, I’ll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?”

A smile slowly spread across Five’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadn’t minded losing.

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Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp

"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.

Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.

Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.

To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.

But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.

"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"

He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.

Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.

"Five?"

He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."

You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.

"I'm just—so tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.

"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."

He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."

You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.

"Silly request. I'm already all yours."

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Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Synopsis: You and Five return after seven years away in a different timeline- but you don’t return alone Word Count: 1.8k Tags: Fluff, No Lila and Five, Pregnancy, Children, Season 4 fix it (kinda) Note: Got so much love on the last one I wrote this! Try to ignore spelling mistakes it's currently 3am.

Stuck with only your irritable CIA colleague Five Hargreeves was anything but a good time. You both got lost at the godforsaken subway station he mistakenly teleported you both to. Travelling for a year by his side certainly mellowed you out. His personality slowly making you feel comforted as you both explored multiple timelines together trying to find your way home.

Surprisingly, the idea he possessed powers was the easiest thing for you to come to terms with, probably due to your job at the CIA making it seem plausible to you that the government does hide a lot- they’re even hiding the whole science of separate timelines.  After around a year of trying and failing to find your way home, you and Five decided to ease off the vigorous schedule you unwittingly created, finding a timeline safe enough to stay in for a while allowing you both to rest and brainstorm ideas of how you could both find a way home to your families. 

You both made a mistake. Falling to know how long a while would be you find yourselves still in the timeline you chose as your ‘temporary’ home six years later. Finding each other a lot less frustrating than at the start of this. You suppose that’s an understatement as you watched Five play with your child, a girl who possessed brown hair and green eyes not too dissimilar to her father’s. It almost wasn’t fair how much her features favoured his. But, seeing his beauty reflected upon her features could never be something you would complain about. 

“Maybe if we get lucky the next one will resemble you more,” you remember his words from a few days earlier when you started to show a hand placed under your abdomen smiling as if this was the greatest gift he could ever receive. But you don’t think it would matter if this one ended up looking like their older sibling and their father. If anything you would prefer it- not that you would ever admit it.

Picking another fresh strawberry from the greenhouse of the abandoned home you now called your own. You placed it into the basket plans to make jam and jelly already filling your mind when you felt yourself begin to flush from the sweltering heat of the sun beating down upon the glass. Your skin heating up to a point of large discomfort, sweat beginning to gather at your temples. You sighed knowing that you couldn't continue to harvest anything else unless you wanted to face Five’s rath over you overheating again. 

“Mom!” Maxine ran towards you eagerly hands encircling your legs as she got close enough for a welcoming hug. She quickly looked up towards you big green eyes staring at you prettily 

“Hiya munchkin” You stroked the top of her hair as she smiled up at you with glee

“What doing?” the three-year-old questioned head titling as she waited for your response 

“Strawberries” was all you replied grabbing the basket to show her 

“Have one?” she asked pointing at the basket, batting her eyes to try to sway your decision. You simply plucked one out of the basket and gave it to her relishing in the delighted smile she sent your way before biting into the sweet fruit. You smiled at her before looking up to meet the other pair of green eyes that had made their way into the greenhouse. Five watched the interaction of his favourite girls softly only moving closer once you looked at him.

“Everything alright mumma?” he questioned noticing your flustered expression from the moment he and Maxine stepped foot in the conservatory

“A bit hot” you admitted with a shrug of your shoulders as he drew closer, trapping Maxine in between the two of you as the back of his hand touched your forehead he hummed in agreement with your words

“Let’s get you inside the house, don’t need you getting heatstroke” You forced down the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics and simply nodded in agreement

“Some cold water and a sit down would be nice.”

He grabbed one of your hands and Maxine’s with the other leading you both back towards the house. After placing the basket of strawberries in the kitchen you quickly sat down on the couch feeling a slight ache in your feet while Five grabbed you a glass of water with more icecubes than you could even count, you smiled in thanks as he passed it to you while Maxine sat next to you, a small children book in hands that she was determined to read to you and her younger sibling as she wanted them to be just as smart as her. 

You could hear Five pattering around the house, tidying up before you could even think about it. Maxine had quickly given up on trying to read, getting bored after two pages and was instead sitting playing with some wooden blocks by your feet. You furrowed your eyebrows when you couldn’t hear Five moving around anymore a stark silence surrounding you now.

“Everything alright?” you shouted trying to figure out where he had gotten to, heart fluttering when there was no reply. Setting your glass down on the table in front of you as you rose from your rather comfortable spot on the couch, you walked into the other room where your lover was his body was stick straight, eyes not daring to leave the notebook in his hand. “What?” you questioned softly walking towards him, eyeing the words on the book as you got close enough.

“This” he began astounded “Is our way home, it’s written by me but I didn’t write this. Another me did.” you simply nodded before smiling  

“Looks like we’re going home.”

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You and Five found yourselves outside of what he assured you was his brother Diego’s house. Maxine who was resting her head on his shoulder, legs wrapped around his middle looked astounded by the snow while nerves filled you- the last time you saw any of his family was when you were put on the case that got you lost in the timelines to begin with and even then you barely saw his brothers and sister-in-law as they were quickly taken to hq for a show round to get them out of the way. You didn’t even want to think how you would explain this to them let alone to your own family but you guess this is the easier of the two as they all had powers and also been to multiple different timelines. Five set Maxine down next to you as he rapped on the door you quickly grabbed her hand before she could run off into the snow when the door opened 

“You back!” the man, Diego you assumed, smiled as he looked at Five 

“I am” he stared at his brother almost in shock that he had seen him for the first time for him in seven years

“Good” the man confirmed “We were all starting to get worried.” his eyes then turned towards you and the brunette-haired little girl who was trying to hide behind you “And you are?” he questioned and you quickly gave him your name his eyes sparking in recognition for some reason as he crouched to the ground to greet your daughter “And who is this little princess?” he asked quietly as Maxine started at him 

“This is Maxine” is all you said feeling Five’s eyes on you knowing he wanted to wait until you got inside to drop the bomb you could see Diego begin to connect the dots as he introduced himself to you but he was clearly confused because he would know if Five had a child in the last three years in this timeline at least.

“I will explain everything once we get inside- can’t let the missus get cold” is all he said to Diego as the man allowed you into his home. 

He quickly led you to the living room where to sat on the sofa, Maxine being picked up by Five and placed on his lap when she tried to climb onto yours, you turned towards him to complain but quickly stopped when you met his glower instead choosing to put a comforting hand on your tummy a habit you kept from your first pregnancy. Diego called for his wife Lila to come to sit with him when the door opened revealing more of Five’s family he whispered their names to you as they walked in all choosing to sit down when Diego told them that Five was going to explain where he’s been and why his colleague, a word you hadn’t been referred to as in a long time, was here. With most of his family here excluding Ben and Viktor, he cleared his throat to get their attention

“As you all know the marigold has made our powers a little different to what we are used to” They all made sounds of agreement “My blinking takes only to a tube station where each stop is a new timeline and we” gesturing to you “got stuck, unable to find our way back until now. We were away for seven years but for you has only been a few hours” he took their silence as a sign to continue “This is my wife” he spoke your name “And our daughter Maxine.” you sat in silence for a moment.

“Wait! This is the colleague he was always telling us about?” Luther asked excitedly you turned to the larger man confused when Klaus and Allison quickly agreed with him

“I thought he was joking when he said there was a cute girl who he worked cases with” Claire, Alison’s daughter, announced making her mother and uncles laugh

“I can’t believe you have a child” Lila spoke eyes wide

“Well he is going to have another one in a couple of months,” you told the already shocked woman who quickly smiled at the revelation while the others called out congratulations to their brother 

“How far along are you?” Allison asked as she came up to you silently questioning if she could touch the small bump you simply nodded “We think around thirteen weeks” looking to Five who simply nodded

“She only started showing a few days ago”

“I can’t believe it” Luther called out while pulling funny faces making Maxine laugh as she got a little less shy around her family.

You smiled as you watched Maxine get up and walk towards Lilas’ children playing with them as Five’s hand found its way to yours stroking your knuckles. You never thought you could ever get home let alone come back home happier than you had left it. You suppose a thanks was due to your rather irritable husband and his wacky powers.