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mcntsee · 9 months ago
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I need someone to explain to me WHY y/n picks outfits like we are playing EPISODE and RAN OUT OF GEMS!?!!?
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briefkittenearthquake · 6 months ago
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I like my men smart
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cipheress-to-k-pop · 8 months ago
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only you (f.h.) (drabble)
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
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"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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badkitty3000 · 2 months ago
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Powerless
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This is based on a request I received for a Five x female reader that is just as brilliant as Five, but too shy to act on her feelings for him.
Summary: You have had your eye on Five since he first started at the university. Eventually you build up a friendship, but even though you pick up a few hints that maybe he wants something more, you just can't bring yourself to act on it. Luckily, Five has more than enough confidence for the both of you.
Five x Female Reader, 9.5k words, One-shot, reader request
Warnings: Smut, dominant Five, explicit sex
Every time you saw him walk past your reference desk at the university library, it became that much more apparent. You wanted him. On the days he wasn’t there, it was easier to pretend that you had no real interest in him outside of the subject matter he lectured about. You told yourself that you were attracted to him on a purely intellectual level, and nothing more. As if the thought of advanced quantum physics got your pulse quickening and your cheeks flushing.
Then there were those days when he would stride purposefully past, a man on a mission, coffee cup in hand, and dressed in his signature tailored suit. That’s when your little lies to yourself became much harder to believe. He would lock eyes with you, scanning your face with his piercing gaze and half-smile, before continuing on his way and suddenly you couldn’t think straight. On those days, if someone approached you for a simple question, like the library hours, you would stare back at them for several seconds before having to clear your parched throat and ask them to repeat themselves. 
Unfortunately, there was no getting around it: Five Hargreeves was not only brilliant, but also sexy as hell. And you couldn’t get him out of your head.
Not that it really mattered. It was no secret that he was a wanted man by most of the staff and students there. You would watch as the more out-going women and men would make a point of cornering him on his way out of his lectures, trying to block the doorway so he couldn’t move around them. Some of them would even find excuses to lightly brush against his arm or shoulder, pretending they were just being friendly, when you knew damn well they just wanted to touch him. You’d had the same urge yourself, but you certainly weren’t going to act on it.
Not only would you never have enough nerve to be that forward, but you have observed his reactions to these advances and it usually does not go well. It’s subtle, but it’s there. The way he flinches slightly at their touches. His obvious disinterest in whatever they are trying to talk to him about. The way he shoulders right past them with hardly a second glance; intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible.
But he always manages to take the route that goes past your desk, pausing sometimes like he wants to say something but then thinks better of it before hurrying away again. 
Five has been working at the same university as you for the past several months. It was a big deal when he was first hired. He was the youngest professor they had ever had on their faculty, and everyone was curious. As it turned out, this twenty-something year old man was not what anyone had expected. He was incredibly smart, but he was also brusque, no-nonsense, and sometimes just flat out mean. When he had started, he was given his own office, but for classes he preferred to use the smaller lecture room inside the vast library, although there were plenty of real classrooms around campus that he could have chosen.
Reputation aside, you were inclined to believe there was more to him than being a young, handsome, snarky genius. You were always observant when it came to people, which was part of the reason you worked at the reference desk when you weren’t working on your doctorate. You liked the quiet of the library, and the smell of the books surrounding you. You liked watching people go about their business and the way they interacted with one another. You also liked helping people, even if you were, by nature, an introvert. When it came to talking about the subject matters that interested you, then it was hard to get you to shut up. Unfortunately, there weren’t too many people that wanted to casually chat about theoretical physics and the illusion of time. Most people just wanted to know where the bathroom was.
So, since his arrival, Five had been on your radar for people-watching, but you had never spoken to him. You had once lingered outside the door of one of his classes, watching as he hurriedly scribbled figures and theories on the board, all while his students tried in vain to keep up. When one would dare to interrupt him and ask a question, there would be an aggravated sigh and a terse answer before he would continue on. The subject matter of string theory and how the concept of time is only a reflection of change was nothing you didn’t already know. You were currently working on your own thesis in that area. At one point, you considered taking a seat in the back of the room, but decided against it. You didn’t really like attention drawn to you, and besides, the class was much too rudimentary. But you never failed to slow your step as you passed by the room when he was teaching, just to hear the sound of his voice.
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“Excuse me, but I can’t seem to locate this book.”
You were engrossed in your research when a piece of paper floated down onto your desk. You recognized the voice immediately, even before looking up. When you did, there he was, apparently waiting for your response. You had never been that close to him before, and he was possibly even more gorgeous up close. His dark brown, messy hair fell over his eyes as he peered down on you with an amused expression. A dimple started to form on his cheek when the corner of his mouth turned up. He was not a huge man, but he still dwarfed your diminutive stature. Nearly everyone was taller and bigger than you, so that wasn’t new. But the way he held himself and the confidence that he exuded made him appear that much larger. You found yourself wondering what the weight of his body would feel like on top of yours.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” 
You finally got your brain to start working again and you blinked a few times before sputtering out an answer. “What? Oh no, you’re not. I’m sorry…I was just in my own little world I guess. What can I help you with?”
Five pointed down at the paper he had pushed at you. “That.”
On the paper was the name of a physics book that you were already familiar with. “Time: From Concept to Narrative Construct,” you read out loud. You looked back up at him with a small smile. “This is a good one.”
“You’re familiar with it?” Five asked, surprised.
You nodded. “I’ve been consulting it myself for my own research.” Reaching down into your bag that was near your feet, you pulled out a copy. “That’s why you can’t find it. I didn’t think anyone would miss it since it’s just been gathering dust on the shelf for years.”
A genuine smile crossed Five’s face and he leaned in over the desk. “I’ve never met anyone else that would read that voluntarily.”
With a laugh, you held it out to him. “I don’t think I have either. But here you go.”
“No, it’s ok, you can keep it. It sounds like you need it more than I do. What is your research about?”
“I’m currently writing a thesis on the theory of time as a social construct. I know it’s been done, but I’m hoping I can find something new and exciting to add to the field.”
“Very interesting,” he mused while still wearing that sexy, know-it-all smile. He held out his hand for you to shake. “Five Hargreeves. Nice to meet you.”
His hand was warm and firm while his long, slender fingers wrapped around yours. After introducing yourself, you felt your face flush with heat. Just the simple touch of his hand was enough to send a little bolt of pleasure through your body and you looked down at the ground, tucking a strand of your long, brown hair over your ear.
Five seemed to hold onto your hand for longer than necessary, which was nice, but you knew it didn’t mean anything. He had clearly come over here for a book and nothing more.
“Maybe we can meet up sometime and discuss our theories,” he suggested.
You couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting that, but you held in your astonishment and just nodded with a smile. “That would be nice.”
With another cock-sure smirk, Five turned and walked away while you were left sitting there, staring after him with a dreamy look on your face.
The weeks passed and you and Five had become friends. Well, maybe not fully friends; it was hard to say with him. One minute you would be having an in-depth conversation and the next he was saying a quick goodbye and hurrying away. You met for lunch at the university cafeteria to discuss everything from wormholes to the theory of time travel. When you started asking personal questions, though, he tended to shut up. But, that’s ok. You loved your little moments with him and being able to show off your intellect that nobody else appreciated.
“You really are incredibly smart, you know that, right?” Five said one day out of the blue, as you were picking at the wilted lettuce of your salad.
You looked up with raised eyebrows. “Oh…”
“I mean it,” he said, and suddenly his voice was much softer. The way he was looking at you was throwing you for a loop. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re brilliant.”
With your face flushed, you laughed softly. “Thanks, Five.”
He smiled and his green eyes flashed with something like affection before he looked down at his own food. You didn’t know what to make of this exchange, because there was no way in hell that he would be interested in you as anything more than a colleague. There was just no way. You watched as he took a drink of his water, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and you almost made an audible whimpering noise at the sight. What you wouldn’t give to run your lips over his slender neck, and trail kisses under his strong jaw. He caught you staring at him and you quickly looked away.
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The night you decided to go out with your friends, they had picked a loud dance club in the seedier part of town that was definitely not your usual scene. But you really needed a good time out with the girls to relieve some of your academic stress, so you didn’t argue. You wore a tight dress that showed off your petite frame, and curled your hair into waves that hung down your back. You slapped on some dark eye makeup and red lipstick before heading out.
The club was packed, with the music pumping and the dance floor full of people grinding all over one another. You were not in the mood for meeting anyone though, you were just there to hang out with your friends and have a couple of drinks. 
As you shoved your way towards the bar, a hand grabbed onto yours. You instinctively pulled it away, but when you looked up to see who it belonged to, you saw Five. He had a drink in his hand, most likely whiskey or bourbon, and he was dressed in his signature suit. You tried to cover your excitement on seeing him, but you smiled broadly and tried to yell over the thumping bass.
“Five! Why are you here?”
He leaned in close to you to be heard. That was the closest you had ever been to him, with his mouth just inches from your ear. He smelled like aftershave and mint, with a slight hint of the whiskey he’d been drinking. The slight scruff from his cheek scratched lightly against yours for half a second. It was intoxicating and you closed your eyes as he talked.
“I could ask the same of you. This doesn’t seem like your scene.”
You shrugged. “This is where my friends wanted to go, so I just followed along.”
“Is that right? Do you always do what other people tell you to do?”
When you looked at Five’s face, he had that smirk plastered on, and you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be flirty or not. He was just so damn hard to read.
“Depends on the person who is telling me,” you replied with a slight upturn of your red lips before blushing at your own minor innuendo.
A thoughtful look crossed over his face, followed by a slight nod of approval. “I see.” Then he leaned in close to your ear again. “That is very good to know.”
You chose to brush this comment away before it started taking up residence in your brain and causing all sorts of dirty thoughts. He was just trying to have a conversation, that’s all and nothing more. If it was coming across as flirty, it was probably because his drink had loosened him up.
“So, you didn’t answer me before. This place doesn’t seem like your scene, either. Why are you here?”
Five nodded towards the bar where a tall, lanky man in tight pants appeared to have a small group of people engrossed in a story while he gestured animatedly with a shot glass in his hand. “My stupid brother dragged me here.”
“Oh,” you said with a sly grin. “Do you always do what other people tell you to do?”
Five slowly shook his head ‘no’, then took a long drink from his glass, all while looking you in the eyes. “Not really. I’m usually the one calling the shots.”
You swallowed hard, and looked nervously around. You didn’t want him to see you acting like a fool just from some little throw away comment that you were making a big deal about in your head. 
“Well, I was on my way to get a drink.” When he didn’t say anything in return, you continued. “I plan on going out on the dance floor, though.” You paused. “You should join us out there.”
Five laughed sharply. “Oh, fuck no.”
Thinking maybe you insulted him somehow, you looked away again. “Oh, well…ok. I’ll see you around I guess?”
His hand came to rest on your shoulder. “I might not dance,” he said, brushing his cheek against yours as he talked close to your ear again. “But watching you out there would be more than enough entertainment for my night.”
Once again, you were thrown by his comment. It could be taken as flirty, but then again, why would he be flirting with you? He must have been teasing you; insinuating that you would look silly dancing. Suddenly your face was burning again.
“Yeah…ok,” you said quietly, unable to hide your embarrassment. “Bye, Five.”
As you walked away, you felt him staring after you. You didn’t dare turn around, but you could picture the intensity of his gaze on your back. He had rattled you, and because you didn’t know what to make of his comments, you couldn’t decide if you should be annoyed or not. After getting your drink and heading to the dance floor to join your friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You had lost track of him in the crowd after your exchange, but you knew he was still there because his brother was still holding court over at the bar. So, the fact that maybe he was watching you made your body tingle with excitement. If he was, then you decided to put on a decent show for him.
For the next hour, you never left the dance floor. The music continued on an endless loop of pounding basslines, while strobe lights flashed over the crowd, dulling your senses and lulling you into a trance. Swaying your body with the beat, hands in the air, while you worked your hips and ass in enticing circles, you lost all of your usual inhibitions. You weren’t sure where your group of friends had gone, but you didn’t care. As you looked out into the sea of strangers surrounding you, one familiar face stood out. 
It was Five, and he was indeed watching you. The strobe lights created an eerie effect of showing him clearly one second, and then gone the next. Each time he reappeared into your view, he was closer. Making his way through the throng of dancers, he slowly neared you, never taking his eyes off you. When he finally reached you, you stopped dancing. It was much too loud and overstimulating on the dance floor to try and talk, so you both stood staring at one another with half-smiles on your faces. After a moment, you started moving with the beat again. Five continued to stand still, his drink in hand. Laughing, you turned around so that you were faced away from him, and continued your sensual dance moves.
You knew you looked good in your tight dress, and even though you still weren't sure of his intentions, you wanted Five to notice. Another minute passed before you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You were pulled flush with their body as they moved in rhythm with you. Warm breath fanned across your shoulder and neck, and you smiled to yourself. Pushing back against them, you let your head fall back onto their shoulder while your hands came to rest on top of theirs.
“Five…” you started to say as you turned your face towards him.
The face that greeted you, however, was not the one you were expecting. This was a stranger; some man you had never seen before and he was running his hands all over your body while his erection poked into your ass.
You shrieked and tried to pull away. “Get off of me!”
The club was loud and the lights were disorienting as you struggled against the man, but he just held you tighter. You could see the predatory smile on his face, making your skin crawl. Clawing at his arms that were wrapped around you, you tried to throw your body backwards to loosen his grip. That only seemed to make things worse by pushing your ass harder into his groin. You heard him moan next to your ear and you started to panic.
“Let go, you stupid fucker!” you screamed next to his face while trying to kick and pry his arms off of you. You scanned everyone around you, trying to catch the eye of someone that may be able to help. Everyone was lost in their own worlds, and no one was paying any attention to the sexual assault that was occurring just a few feet away.
Something you did must have worked because suddenly his arms were ripped away from you and you were free. There was a loud cry of surprise from the crowd around you, and when you spun around, you saw the offending man lying in a heap on the floor. A circle of people had formed around him while he writhed on the ground holding his bleeding face.
That’s when you saw Five again. He was standing over the man, glaring down at him with a sneer, while his hands remained balled into fists at his sides. As his chest rose and fell with angry breaths, his eyes met yours.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, although no one could hear you. “Five.”
Taking a few stalking steps towards you, he grabbed onto your arm, pulling you to him with a worried look. You couldn’t hear him, but you could read his lips. “Are you ok?” 
You nodded with wide eyes, still trying to fully understand the situation. Before anything else could be said or done, a large bouncer made his way through the crowd. Seeing that there was an injured man on the ground and that Five was clearly the cause of it, he immediately grasped onto Five’s upper arm and pulled him away from you.
“Come on, asshole. Out you go,” he snarled while pushing Five in the direction of the door.
“No wait!” you tried to yell out, but your voice was lost in the deafening music again.
The man Five had clocked had struggled to his feet and was stumbling away, still holding his badly broken nose. The rest of the crowd went back to their previous dancing and the circle filled in again. You were left looking at the back of the bouncer’s head as he forced Five out of the club.
Looking around for your friends, but not seeing them, you pushed your way through the dense dance floor and out into the bar area. It was still crowded, but less so, and the strobe lights weren’t affecting your vision anymore. You saw the door to the club open and close again, with the bouncer walking back towards you, alone, and you hurried towards the exit.
Outside, your ears were ringing as you took in a deep breath of the cool night air. When you saw him sitting on the curb, you let out a sigh of relief.
“Five!” you cried, before hurrying over. He looked up at you through his fringe of hair before sweeping it off his forehead with a smile. “Holy shit.” You sat down next to him, keeping your legs straight out in front of you so that your short dress wouldn’t ride all the way up. “Are you ok?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I’m ok. Are you?”
You nodded. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “I saw some creep trying to molest you, and since it didn’t look like you were appreciating it very much, I thought I’d intervene.”
“Wow,” you breathed out, shaking your head. “I had no idea you were the knight in shining armor type.”
“I don’t think my armor is very shiny, it’s pretty tarnished most days,” he said with a chuckle.
“Well, anyway…thank you.”
He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read, but his facial features had softened. “You’re welcome.”
You glanced down at his right hand. “Oh shit…your hand. It’s all bruised.”
Five flexed his fingers and shook out his hand. “This is nothing. I’ll be fine.”
When you ran a thumb lightly across his reddened knuckles, you thought you heard a hitch in his breathing. But when you looked back at his face, you found it unreadable again.
“Thank you again, Five. Really.”
He nodded and then looked back at the club. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be welcome back there again, not that I’m complaining. But you go back in. Go have fun with your friends.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Sit here until my brother decides he’s had enough of being a slut so I can go home.”
You pulled your mouth to the side in thought and then bumped his shoulder with your own. “You know, that club isn’t all that great. The fresh air feels good, actually.”
Five didn’t say anything, but you did see a slight smile cross his lips before it was gone again. He looked over at you, his face more serious than you’d seen it before, with his eyebrows pulled together in a way that made you want to attack his mouth with your own.
“I used to be special, you know,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I was born with special abilities. The power to time travel and teleport. I had them most of my life. Then they were violently ripped away from me and I haven’t been the same since.”
You stared back at him, not knowing what to make of this. He was clearly joking, but you couldn’t figure out what the joke was. His face was dead serious and his tone of voice conveyed an air of sadness.
“I don’t understand,” you answered hesitantly.
He shook his head with a short laugh and raked a hand through his hair again. “I know, I sound like a lunatic. I don’t expect you to believe me, but it’s true.” He looked off into the distance and sighed, pulling his legs up and resting his arms on his knees. “I spent most of my long life cursing the powers I had because they only ever seemed to bring me more misery. But now that I am finally rid of them…I can’t explain it, but it’s…” His voice trailed off as he searched for the word he wanted. “Painful.”
The way he said ‘painful�� cut right to your heart and you lightly rested your fingers on his arm. “What is painful, Five?”
He continued to look out at the dark sky. “You know, back there, when I punched that fucker in the face? That felt so much better than it should have. It was a rush I hadn’t felt in a long time. And yet…it still wasn’t the same. With my powers, I could have really wasted him. Probably would have had some smart-ass comment for him, too. And I sure as shit wouldn’t have been caught by some lumbering, asshole bouncer, no matter how much bigger he was than me.” He sighed again before turning to face you. “I know this makes no sense and you probably think I’m fucking insane, and I’m sorry. I just…fuck…some days I wish I weren’t so goddamn ordinary.”
“Five, you are the least ordinary person I know. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
His eyes searched your face and suddenly you realized how close you were to one another.
“But you don’t believe me, do you?” he softly.
You paused, taking in the sadness that was evident in his eyes. He somehow appeared years older, with the weariness of an older man. What he said made no sense. But you didn't think he was crazy.
“I believe you, Five.”
His eyebrows furrowed even more. “You do?”
“I think so. But I’d love for you to tell me more about it. I’d like to hear about your life.”
“I’d like to tell you,” he said with a slight nod.
A cool breeze passed over you and you shivered. Five shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders. You resisted the urge to bury your nose into the fabric to inhale the scent of him. Instead, you just smiled. 
“Again, very chivalrous of you,” you teased.
He smiled. “Don’t get used to it.”
After another glance back at the bar behind you, you turned back to Five. “Well, it doesn’t look like the people we came here with are going to be joining us anytime soon. So, how about you tell me everything now.”
“Here?”
“Why not? You’ve got me curious now.”
Five paused. “Yeah, alright. Why not? But just so you know, I won’t blame you if you suddenly want to run back inside or down the street to get away from me.”
You laughed. “I can’t imagine doing that.”
“Well, just wait.”
Over the next hour, you and Five sat on the curb, ignoring the drunken groups of people that would come stumbling past you on their way in or out of the club. You were fully invested in his story. The longer he talked, the more enchanted you became, until it felt like you and he were the only people in the world. He told you all about past timelines, his power to manipulate time and space, and his ultimate downfall that led to a lifetime of loneliness and suffering. He explained about his family and all of their suffering, as well. How he just wanted to save the world and all of them with it. And about how a few years ago, it was all stripped away from him.
“So, being that I had no identity and I looked like a fucking child, I didn’t have a lot of prospects. My family took me in for a while until I figured things out, which I am grateful for but was no picnic. Eventually, I was able to secure a few fake documents in order to get a job and weasel my way into an upstanding position.” He flashed you a devious smile. “That PhD I have hanging in my office? Not exactly legit.”
You laughed, astonished. “You mean you don’t have a doctorate?”
Five shook his head. “Worse. I don’t even have a high school diploma.”
Your mouth hung open for a minute before you let out a loud, long laugh. “Holy shit! You really are a genius!”
Five laughed along with you until you both quieted down and a comfortable calm settled over you both. When he looked at you, he appeared lighter. Like he wasn’t so world-weary anymore.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“Listening. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone to talk to about this.” He looked away again. “And I don’t expect you to believe any of it, but the fact that you didn’t run away screaming means a lot.”
“I already told you. I believe you. And thank you, too.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me. Not too many people confide in me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m usually so quiet, or because I’m small and look younger than I am. But no one seems to take me seriously most of the time. So, thank you for seeing something else in me.”
“I see a lot of things in you,” Five said. 
Just as you were about to convince yourself that maybe there was something going on between the two of you after all, the bar door opened behind you, the sound of thumping music and loud laughter spilling out into the night. When you turned, you saw your group of friends come stumbling out, giggling and falling over one another.
“There you are!” one of them laughed, pointing in your direction.
“Ooh, she’s not alone, either.”
As your face burned bright red, another one of your friends made a loud shushing noise. “Shut up, you guys…she’s trying to seal the deal. Damn, girl, go for it! He’s smoking hot!”
“Ok, then…” you said over the loud laughter, barely risking a glance in Five’s direction. You slipped his jacket off and handed it back to him. “I am so sorry. They’re usually not this obnoxious, I swear.”
Five chuckled. “I’m very familiar with being surrounded by obnoxious people.”
You stood up and Five followed. Your friends started to flag down a cab as you awkwardly smiled down at the ground.
“Thanks again for punching that guy.”
“My pleasure.” He paused. “By the way,” Five started with a grin. “I wasn’t initially sure you needed help. It looked like you were enjoying it for a second there.”
When you looked at him, he tilted his head to the side with a cocky smirk, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. Your face burned hotter.
“Um…yeah. I guess I thought it was someone else at first,” you answered truthfully.
“Hmmm…” Five mused. “Interesting.”
Just then, you heard your friends call you over as a cab pulled up. With a wave, you left Five on the curb and got in the car. But the rest of your night was consumed with thoughts of him, and the amazing story he had told you.
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A week passed and you had been working late. The campus was quiet on the way to your car, but on a whim, you decided to cut through the building where Five kept his office. As luck would have it, you saw the light on behind the frosted glass of the door. You thought briefly of passing right by, but then you gathered enough courage to rap lightly against the frame. After a few seconds, he opened the door.
Looking amazingly fuckable, Five had shed the jacket and vest of his usual three-piece suit, and was left in his white dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was messier than normal, and when your gaze drifted behind him, you saw an opened bottle of whiskey on his desk.
“H-hi,” you stuttered out. “Am I interrupting you?”
Five paused for a second, looking you up and down, before shaking his head slowly. “No.”
He didn’t elaborate and you thought maybe you’d made a mistake coming there, but he suddenly seemed to snap out of whatever haze he had been in. He opened the door wider and gestured inside. “Please, come on in.”
You nodded, stepping inside, and he shut the door behind you with a loud click that made you jump. He was still eyeing you up as he walked to his desk and picked up the bottle of liquor.
“Can I pour you a drink?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
After another moment of silence, with just the slosh of liquid and clink of the bottle against the desk to fill the quiet, Five handed you the glass. You took it from him and his fingers brushed against yours in the process.
You cleared your throat before taking a small sip. The whiskey burned on the way down, but it was delicious. “What are you doing here so late?”
Five shrugged. “Just don’t feel like going home.”
He wasn’t exactly being short with you, but you could tell he was holding something back. After your deep conversation that night outside the club, you felt that you had made a real connection with one another. This, however, seemed like you had taken a step backwards.
“Oh.” You looked around, noticing the somewhat messy mahogany desk that acted as his work station. Behind it rose a wall of bookshelves that were filled with what you imagined to be very advanced physics texts. There didn’t appear to be any real personal items anywhere. No photos of family. No trinkets or tchotchkes on display. Not even any awards or plaques, although you were sure he’d earned some.
“So,” you started nervously. “I’ve figured out my thesis.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. The theory of time travel and its hypothetical consequences on multiple timelines.”
He paused before snorting out a laugh and taking a drink out of his own glass. “Sure you are.”
“I’m serious. You opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to learn more about it. I thought…you know…I thought you could help me with my research. Since you have first hand experience.”
His eyebrows drew together as he peered at you over his glass. “Why would you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Throw your entire life’s work down the drain for some stupid ass theory that no one is going to believe. They’ll laugh at you.”
You were hurt, but tried to hide it behind a small smile. “People will believe, Five. I believe you. And we have the scientific facts to back it up. Or, at least, you do. But you can teach me. You can explain all of the physics required to work your powers.”
“I don’t have any powers,” he said dryly.
You sighed loudly. “You know what I mean. Come on, I thought you would be excited by this.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I can help with whatever you need.”
There was another awkward pause while you regarded one another, but since he didn’t say anything else, you assumed that was the end of the conversation.
“Thank you. This is really going to change our field, Five, you have no idea.” You set your glass down on the desk. “Well, it’s late, so I’ll leave you be. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
As you moved towards the door, you heard him slam his glass down next to yours. “That’s it?”
When you spun around, you had never seen him looking at you the way that he was right then. You obviously had made him mad in some way, but you weren’t sure what it could have been. His darkened eyes narrowed as they scanned your face and then your body, the muscles in his jaw working in quiet concentration. It unnerved you, but it also made your heart flip in your chest.
“I don’t understand.”
“What more do you want from me?” he asked, voice low and measured.
You swallowed hard, voice trembling as you answered him meekly. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me.”
“I…I do notice you. Of course I do. We have a whole thing…I thought we were friends…I…,” you stammered before he cut you off with a shake of his head and a step towards you that had you backing up.
“That’s not what I mean and you fucking know it,” he stated plainly, right before he took another step and then another, all the while corralling you away from the door and back into the room.
You sucked in a loud breath as your butt hit the desk behind you, trapping you. “Five…I really don’t–”
“Stop,” he hissed. “You’re the smartest person I know, so cut the shit. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Stop pretending that you don’t.”
At that, you felt a fire light inside of you. It was a combination of the months-long hunger you’ve felt for him and the urge to defend yourself against his asshole remarks.
“Whatever the fuck you’re talking about Five, I’m not playing your little guessing game. If you’re accusing me of something, just say it.”
His lips curled into a sinister smile as he crowded into your personal space. “Fine, I can be blunt. I have done everything I can think of these past few months. We had good conversations, we connected; I tried flirting, although I admit I’m not very good at it. I knocked some shit head to the ground for you.” He stopped and swallowed hard, his voice becoming quieter. “I told you everything.”
“But you’re still not telling me what you want,” you argued, trying to stay strong as your eyes drifted to his lips.
“You,” he rasped. “I want you. And I think you fucking know that.”
You shook your head almost imperceptibly. “No, I didn’t know that.”
“Liar,” he said with a smirk before closing the few inches between you, making you lean back with your hands supporting you on the desktop behind you. You drew in a sharp breath as his hand trailed gently over your cheek, spreading what felt like fire across your skin as he placed his palm against the side of your neck. “Tell me the truth.”
With a hard, audible swallow, you raised your hand to clasp it around his wrist. His skin was warm against yours and you could feel his thrumming pulse under your fingers. “I want you, too. I just didn’t think–”
Cut off from finishing your thought, Five’s mouth was on yours in a heartbeat. Your lack of resistance was immediate as you gave into him; kissing him urgently as you clenched harder onto his wrist. The quiet whimper that you gave made him smile as he used his teeth to gently nip at your bottom lip.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” Five said when he pulled away.
“What have you been thinking about, exactly?” you said with a flutter of your eyelashes. You weren’t sure where this new assertiveness was coming from, but you let your free hand slide down the side of his chest and stomach before hooking a finger into the belt loop of his pants. 
A feral look crossed Five’s face as he pressed into you. With an easy twist of his wrist, he forced your hand off of him until he was the one grasping yours. Taking your soft gasp as a positive reaction, he did the same with your other hand. He leaned his head in close, his eyes closing as he brushed his lips against yours for just a second.
“Fucking you,” he replied plainly, as if that were obvious, his voice even and low. He pushed his thigh between your legs. “Right here.” His mouth trailed along your jaw; the scruff of his chin scraping against your neck. “Making you come on my cock while you’re moaning my name.”
As if he put some sort of spell on you, you automatically whined out, “Five…,” as your eyes fell shut and you pressed your groin against his leg.
“Just like that,” he praised with a smirk, holding your wrists just a little tighter. “Only louder.” When your hazel  eyes opened again, they were met with his emerald ones staring steelily down on you. “We could play this game a little more, but I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
You blinked up at him, your lips parted, and you gave him a small nod of assent.
He dove onto your mouth again, his tongue slipping inside, as he squeezed your wrists. When he moaned quietly, his body flush with yours again, you tried to free your hands so that you could feel more of him, but he held tight. When he moved away from your mouth, he slid his soft lips over your cheek and down your neck, nuzzling into you with his nose and chin.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re the only one that understands me,” he whispered before finally letting go of your wrists and boosting you up onto the desk. Your skirt rode up your thighs as you spread your legs just enough to let him stand in between. 
Letting your hands roam over the soft material of his dress shirt, following the curve of his firm, trim waist, and around to his back, you answered him softly. “I do understand you, Five. You’re amazing.”
He didn’t say anything to that, only continued kissing down your neck and over your collarbone. His fingers came to rest at the hem of your sweater, lifting it just slightly above your waistline before stopping. Drawing his head back, he looked deeply into your eyes. That untamed intensity was still there and you held your breath in anticipation of what was going to come next.
“Do you know how to be a good girl?” he asked in that tone that made your mouth water.
His brazenness took you off guard, but only for a second. Fuck, you wanted to be his good girl more than anything. “Yes,” you breathed out a little too eagerly; the panties under your skirt already soaked.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes searching your face and then your chest. “Because I’m going to need you to be very, very good for me.”
You had never been so hot for someone in your life, and you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t feel more of his body on you. He pushed his hips in closer, his hard cock dragging across your pelvis, and enticing you even more.
“Five…” you whimpered.
“Shhh,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you. The feel of his lips against yours and the heat of his skin was too much and you bucked your hips sharply against him, your butt sliding forward on the desk. He drew back from your mouth, breathing hard. “Stay quiet for me, ok, sweetheart? Can you do that?”
With another pathetic nod of your head, you let him completely take command. He pulled your body roughly towards him, moaning quietly as his fervent kisses deepened and you gave yourself over to whatever power he had over you. He could have told you almost anything, and you would have followed his orders. He was all you needed; all you cared about at that moment. And, fuck, if he didn’t feel amazing with his sizeable dick straining in his pants and pressing against you.
Five was back to pulling at the bottom of your shirt, but this time he didn’t stop. You helped him by raising your hands over your head while he yanked it off. Taking a moment to look you over, his hands made their way around to your back, already working at your bra clasp. You didn’t protest, and soon you were topless while his eyes roamed hungrily over your naked chest.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he moaned before attacking your mouth again.
You made soft moaning noises as his fingers grazed over your breasts and down your stomach. You had spent so much time imagining what this would feel like and now it was really happening. He had pulled away again, breathing hard as he watched his own hands as they sensually massaged your tits, before moving down and around again. As he squeezed your ass roughly, you captured his mouth with yours, not willing to wait for him to come to you. He didn’t resist or back off, even as he continued exploring your body. Sucking at his lips, biting voraciously because you couldn’t get enough, you devoured as much of him as you could get. 
Your breath was ragged and harsh as you breathed through your nose, unable to tear yourself away from his delicious taste. With a sudden flinch, Five drew back from you, leaving you panting for air. Raising his hand to his mouth, he pulled his fingers away, showing a small amount of blood on them. Five smiled evilly and licked at his lower lip.
“Biting?”
With a slow smile, you blinked up at him. “I’m sorry. You just taste so damn good.”
He made a humming noise low in his throat as he regarded you thoughtfully. With no warning, he pulled you off of the desktop, and spun you around, ignoring your sharp cry of surprise. With the edge of the desk digging into your lower stomach, you felt Five’s hands on either side of you, his strong fingers grasping at your hips. The unmistakable feeling of his hard cock pushing against your ass was next, and you supported yourself with your hands as you pushed back in response.
One of Five’s arms snaked around to hold you tighter across the front of your waist as he leaned over, covering your back with his body and nuzzling his face against the side of your neck.
“Good girls don’t bite,” he warned, his voice thick with lust. “You lied again.”
You shook your head, your hair hanging down and covering your face. “No, I can be good.”
“Hmmm,” he murmured into your neck. “Let’s see about that.”
Five moved his body so that he had you fully at his mercy. Trapped between him and the desk, you could barely move, and he was strong enough to keep you there as long as he wanted. But you had no desire to leave. Feeling him hard, with his chest heaving against your back, and his harsh breath covering your shoulders, you couldn’t think of any place else you’d rather be. 
His hands were on your tits again, squeezing and pushing them together, all while he sucked painful bruises down your neck. You would be marked with his love bites tomorrow, that much was clear, and there would be no way to fully cover them. You had a feeling that was exactly what he wanted, though. Just the thought of everyone seeing what he had done to you was enough to send another surge of wetness between your legs.
Five’s hands slowly made their way down your sides and then your thighs, before coming to the hem of your skirt. This time, unlike with your sweater, he did not hesitate to pull it up. Bunching it around your waist, you were fully exposed to him, aside from the very small pair of thong underwear you were wearing.
“Oh, fuck,” Five moaned as he caressed your ass cheek, and then gave it a light slap. “God, this ass is perfect.”
He enveloped your entire body again, leaning over you so that your upper half was forced down onto the desk. You let out a whimper and bit at your lower lip in an effort to control yourself. You wanted him so badly it hurt, but you also wanted to be good for him, just like he asked. So instead of crying out and begging for him to fuck you, you stayed quiet. The only signs that you were desperate for him were the harsh sounds of your breathing and the way your ass rhythmically rocked against his crotch as if it had a mind of its own.
His fingers wound into your hair as he gave it a tug, forcing your head back as he whispered softly against your neck; his lips tracing feather-light patterns over your skin, but never kissing you.
“Tell me you want me.”
Your answer caught in your throat as you closed your eyes. “I want you.”
Five moved his mouth down to your shoulder, the vibration of his dark voice sending a blissful chill down your spine.
“Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want your cock,” you whined, not even a little ashamed of your submission or arousal.
When Five’s fingers slid their way around your front and into the side of your panties, you gulped in a loud breath and exhaled with a sigh. He knew what he was doing, that much was clear, and he began quickly working you into a frenzy while you shamelessly rolled your hips with each stroke of his hand. Slowly massaging your throbbing clit with his thumb, he entered you with his middle finger. You were so wet for him that you were dripping down his hand and onto his wrist. That just seemed to urge him on, and he continued to slide in and out of your hole with ease, hitting every nerve on the way, until you were moaning and panting with desire.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded. He sucked another bruise onto your shoulder and pressed his thumb harder against you, making you cry out.
“Yes! Please…I want you to fuck me!”
“Say it again.”
“Five!” you whined pitifully. “I want you to fuck me! I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for so long. Just…please!”
With a quiet laugh, Five removed his fingers from between your legs. In another second, he was pulling your panties down your hips and thighs, until they fell onto the floor. Left in nothing but your bunched up skirt, you waited for his next move.
For a minute, you only heard the rustling of clothing mixed with his harsh breathing. When you looked to the side, you saw his shirt being discarded onto the floor. You instinctually made to turn around, but he immediately placed a hand on your back, keeping you in place. His palm was warm and firm against your bare skin as you submitted to his wordless request. The sound that followed was the clinking of metal on metal as he began to undo his belt with his one free hand.
You involuntarily pushed your ass back, but received nothing in return except for a low chuckle. The agonizingly slow pace with which he was unzipping his fly was killing you. A thin river of your arousal slipped down the inside of your thigh, but you could do nothing but wait.
When finally you felt his warm, thick cock slide against your backside, you let out a shaky groan.
“What do you think, sweet girl?” he teased, rubbing the swollen head between your legs, spreading your wetness over you both. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes…fuck yes…” you gasped. You could barely make out any words; your focus was entirely on his dick and how badly you wanted him inside of you.
You widened your stance when he used his foot to gently nudge your feet apart and allow him better access. His hands grasped at your hips as he pulled you back, and you let your head hang down. 
Five eased his cock into your waiting pussy, pausing a few times as he stretched you open. You forgot to breathe as he pushed slowly into you until you were fully penetrated and you heard him make a low growling noise as his pelvis became flush with your ass.
“Five,” you whispered under your breath as you remembered to take in oxygen again.
“What is it, darling?” he asked, the restraint evident in the tightness of his voice.
You arched your back in desperation and made a sad, crying noise that might have sounded painful if you didn’t answer him loudly. “More! Five, please!”
Hugging you tightly to his chest, his dick still fully buried inside of you, he moaned against your shoulder. “Fuck…you are my good girl, aren’t you?”
After one grunting slap of his hips against your ass, you braced yourself with your hands in preparation. Any restraint that Five had been holding onto before that moment was lost, and he began fucking you hard and rough; pounding his thick cock into you over and over again while you whined and moaned beneath him. He told you how beautiful you were, and how long he had been waiting for this moment, all while driving himself deeper inside of you. His dick was hitting just the right spot and you had never felt this amount of intensity from someone else before. You wanted more. It didn’t matter that he was giving you everything he had, his firm body covering your back and his warm mouth brushing down your neck. You still wanted more.
When his fingers found their way to your clit again, that’s when you started to really lose it. You sounded like you were sobbing as you cried out his name, but it was all from pleasure and you reached down to press his hand harder against you.
“Yes…oh god…fff–oh yeah…oh my god…Fi-ive…aaAHH!”
Right as you were about to tip over the edge, Five pressed his forehead against your shoulder. “Let me come inside you. Please.”
You nodded eagerly and squeaked out a weak “Yes” before fully giving yourself over to the building warmth in your groin. The orgasm that washed over you was the most intense you had ever experienced. Your entire body was trembling as your fingers dug into the desktop and your ass pushed back against him in sporadic thrusts. Five delivered one last punishing drive before his hips stilled and he emptied himself inside of you. Your moans were mixing together, combining with the humid air from your collective panting. The scent of sex and arousal filled the room as hot waves of pleasure pulsed over you both. Five’s last rasping growl faded out as you tried to catch your breath. He held you close to him, his hair tickling your neck as his damp chest heaved against your back.
When he slipped out of you, he placed a soft kiss next to your ear before letting you go and backing away. You turned around, facing him for the first time since he had bent you over the desk. His hair was disheveled, with strands of it sticking to his forehead. His eyes that were once dark and piercing were back to their soft green as he gave you a shy smile and pushed his hair back. You took in his hard body, all sculpted abs and lean muscle. Your mouth watered at just the sight and even though you were still in the process of coming down from the strong orgasm he just gave you, you couldn’t help wanting him again.
“Well…” you said with a smile as you leaned back against the desk. “You may not have a real doctorate, but I can say with certainty that you have earned a very real Phd in fucking, Professor Hargreeves.”
Five’s eyebrows raised up his forehead before letting out a shocked laugh.
“What?” you said with a casual shrug. “I’m an introvert…not a prude.”
“Clearly,” Five noted with a smile before bending down to pull up his pants that were still around his ankles.
“No, no,” you said. “Don’t bother. Just take them off.”
With another pleasantly surprised smile, Five did just that and stepped out of his pants. While you pushed your skirt the rest of the way off, he neared you again, holding you close to his naked body and looking down on you with gentle eyes. His hand came to rest on the side of your face.
“I know I’m not special anymore, but you gave me something back. Something I had lost. Thank you.”
“Five, you are special. You’re special to me.” He leaned down to kiss you sensually, and your body responded immediately, already trying to pull him in for more. “Besides,” you smiled as you perched yourself up on the desk again, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I think you just proved you have all the power you need.”
Five’s arrogant grin grew as he pressed his already hardening cock between your legs. “That I do, sweetheart. But, I think we may need to prove this a few more times.” He kissed you roughly on the mouth. “For science.”
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anaargent · 6 months ago
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ANOTHER FIVE?
FIVE HARGREEVESxREADER
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*After watching season 4, we became orphans and widows. But the idea of a coffee shop with a bunch of fives is not bad at all.* (this is my first attempt)
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-Stay here with Allison, I'll be back soon - Five said with a soft look as he lightly squeezed her hand, before letting go and turning around. You watched apprehensively as he walked to Lila and they disappeared together in a space jump.
-Well, maybe we should go after Klaus then - you said, looking at Allison, with no idea of ​​when Five would return and give some satisfaction.
It shouldn't bother you so much anymore, the sudden disappearances, the lack of explanations, it had been six years, maybe you should expect more than a sincere relationship with Five. But you still waited, you still clung to any minimal show of affection you managed to get from him, even if it was a simple handshake.
You didn't know Five before his chaotic return in 2019, old hargreeves adopted you years after his early disappearance, for some reason you were younger than your 'brothers', but he never explained to you why. He called you 'the void', claiming that one day you would be very useful to the team, that day never came.
dinner at Diego and Lila's house
Something was different, you knew it the moment Five and Lila returned in the middle of Christmas dinner, faces closed and thoughtful. You didn't dare ask, but you could deduce from the looks the two shared. Then Diego noticed, then the whole family noticed. You were silent, what should you say? that she felt betrayed by the revelation that Five could show affection so freely after 7 hours with Lila, and not with you despite everything they had together?
It's over anyway, you let out a bitter laugh, finally gaining Five's attention, the attention you had been chasing so hard to gain - I guess we're settled then.
You really wanted to come out on top of all this shit, with grace and maturity after being dumped. But then Diego attacked Five, the same Diego who took care of you after your entire family dissolved and you had no one, the same Diego who took you to live in his not-so-safe apartment while he became a sort of vigilante at night.
-we're not done when we don't even have something solid- five says with his superior tone ,maybe it wasn't on purpose, maybe you had underestimated Five's talent and sensitivity for human relations up until that point.
Who could blame you, right? - You son of a bitch - when you realized, your hands were connected to Five's perfectly aligned hair, pulling with all your strength. Then everything became a mass of people, Klaus and Allison in the distance shouting "pull harder S/N!", Diego and Luther grabbing me in an attempt to get me off Five, who was trying not to lose all his hair, and Lila trying to pull Five back.
-What the hell is going on here? - A deep voice rang out above all the noise, everyone froze and looked towards the door, where a Five, looking more adult and rumpled than the Five I was attacking, stood in the doorway.
Everyone shared a lost look, watching the new five jump especially in the middle of the crowd and separate you and your five - I looked for you in so many timelines, darling - the adult five smiled sweetly, caressing your cheek, it would be a lie to say that this didn't shock you. - And you - he turned to the disheveled five - we need to talk
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kaybreezy3000 · 1 month ago
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It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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~ Number Five X Female Reader Insert ~
A life with Five Hargreeves is always full of fun surprises but bring on the holidays and watch out.
~Tags and Warnings: explicit sexual content, fluff, flirting, humor, family, You x Five, Daddy Five, co-written with @badkitty3000
Chapter One: Your Sharp Dressed Man
As you stumbled in the back door, your snow-covered heels started slipping out from under you the second you hit the hardwood floor. “Ohhh-sssshhhh! Help, Five!” you cried, teetering backwards.
Only just now realizing you were home, Five immediately dropped the cheese he was grating, blinking himself across the kitchen to catch you before you fell. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you pull in,” he apologized, while trying to unburden you of all the boxes and bags you were holding. “What is all this stuff?” 
“Quiet!” you shushed, worried your son in the other room would overhear. “It’s stuff for Christmas,” you explained. “Hide those somewhere before he comes out here.” You gestured to two of the larger boxes in Five’s arms as three other bags slipped from your grasp, landing at your feet. 
Blinking again, only a few seconds later, Five reappeared, free of all the presents. He smiled, marveling at your inability to get yourself out of the mess you had somehow managed to get yourself into.
Still trying to untangle yourself, your car keys and travel mug dangling off two fingers and your purse weighing heavily at your neck, you glared at him. “A little more help please.”
Unfazed by your visual daggers, kindly coming to your aid again, Five eased four more bags off your arms, eyeing them skeptically. “Did we really need to do more shopping? I thought we were done.” 
“We…didn’t do any shopping,” you corrected as you rubbed the blood back into your arms, then set your hands at your hips. “If I recall our trip to the mall, you disappeared right away and found yourself a cozy bookshop to hide in while I wandered around all by myself trying to pick out nice things for your enormous family.  So, thanks for nothing, you big jerk.”  
“Hey…” Five scrunched his eyes, trying to look insulted, but really, that wasn’t that far from the truth. “Who says I didn’t shop?”
Tripping over the bags on the floor, you brushed your lips against Five’s over exaggerated pout. “I do, because I know you. You hate shopping, and when you came strolling up to me in that huge toy store, I could smell the coffee and old books all over you.” 
“Fine, you caught me,” he conceded, his smirk growing as he prepared to substantiate your belief that he hadn’t done any shopping, not even for you. “But isn’t me smelling like coffee and musty old books better than me smelling like strippers and bad booze?” 
“Marginally better,” you said, then smiled, because you knew Five had no interest in ogling naked women unless that naked woman was you. 
As you planted another tiny smooch on his waiting lips, Five quickly fastened his hands on your butt, so he could prolong the kiss. Pulling you off balance, one of your stilettos lifted off the floor, coming down a second later, loudly popping a hole in a shipping bag, startling you both. 
With his advance foiled, Five looked down at your feet. “What is all this crap? It looks like you brought home three of the exact same, hideous looking shirts.”
You grinned diabolically but Five didn’t see it because he was angrily kicking your purchases away from your feet.
“Hmmm,” you hummed, your fingers slowly moving up the firm expanse of his chest, stopping to toy with the collar of his dress shirt where he had it unbuttoned just enough to show some skin. “It smells so good in here.” You leaned in, applying a few gentle kisses to the sexy protrusion of his Adam’s apple. “You smell good too,” you seductively added. “Looks like someone’s trying to get lucky tonight by looking all hot while making me my favorite dinner.”
Five rolled his eyes as he dropped his head back so you could get at more of him. “I’m insulted you think I would stoop that low just to get some ass. Especially when we both know you’ll give it up for me, dinner or no dinner.”
“DAD!” your son shouted from the living room. “When is the food going to be ready? I’m hungry!”
Automatically pulling away from him, Five let out a high-pitched sound of distress, sounding so much like his discontent son.  “Kids,” you tiredly huffed, looking back at your husband’s overdone look of disappointment.
“We could ignore him,” Five hopefully suggested.
“Awww,” you soothed, your hand playing at the back of his neck, fingers threading through his neatly combed hair. “Don’t worry. There will be plenty of time later to find out just how willing I am to give it up, and for you to fill me in on your day, but right now, we better feed the monster in there before he blinks himself out to get Taco Bell.”
Knowing all too well that thanks to him, your seven-year-old son could easily do something like that, but also thinking about how he could get what he wanted, Five’s lips pulled to the side. “If I move fast, I could fill you in right now…”
In case you weren’t already aware of what kind of filling he was referring to, Five rolled his hips against yours while giving your ass a hard slap.
“Oh, really,” you giggled, jolting against him. “I do love it when you fill me in, but first thing’s first.” Smirking, you gave him a condescending pat on one of his nice taut butt cheeks. “Be a good boy and go serve us up some of that mouth watering food, and I'll let my other sweet guy know it’s ready.”
“Fine,” Five grumbled as he turned back to the stove top, sullenly whisking his bubbling concoction of creamy cheeses. 
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“This was just what I needed tonight,” you said, stretching your legs under the table as you savored your last sip of wine. “Thank you for making such a wonderful dinner for us, Mr. Hargreeves. You are unable to do anything half ass and I love it”
Taking your plate back to the sink, Five smiled to himself. He couldn’t be happier. He was living his dream retirement. He finally had a real home, and getting to play Mr. Mom while being your trophy husband was more than he could have ever wished for.
Making nice meals when you got home was one of his absolute joys. Of course, your compliments flaming his insatiable ego didn’t hurt. That, and how you’d be repaying him later for his efforts.
Speaking of which…
Just as Five finished loading the dishwasher, before he could get his hands on you and blink you upstairs, you bent down, picking up your discarded packages.
“Really, what are those ugly things?” he asked, his eyes on the red and white striped pile of clothes in your lap.
Your face lit up. “They are our matching outfits for this year’s Christmas card photo.”
Five’s smile instantly evaporated. “No.”
Your grin got bigger. “Yes,” you excitedly chirped. Further appalling him, you stood up, letting him see the true extent of your horrendous plan.
Unfolding in front of your body was what appeared to be an adult sized pair of footie pajamas. If that wasn’t bad enough, they were striped like candy canes, with the added addition of smiling cat faces mixed into the ridiculous print that extended from head to toe.
“You’re delusional if you think I’m wearing that,” Five said, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter, lifting his glass full of Scotch to his mouth.
“Awwww, come on!” You twirled it around, showing him the back of the ensemble, as if seeing that you’d bought butt-flap pajamas was going to somehow help change his mind.
However, thinking of all the fun he could have with you while wearing those, biting the inside of his cheek, Five couldn’t fully contain the twitch of his mouth or how his dimple deepened.
“No,” he said again, as sternly as possible.
Frowning, you dropped the outfit, stomping over. Knowing how to get your way with your husband, you pressed your body against his, your hands sneaking into the front pockets of his fitted slacks. 
Pretending not to care that you were feeling him up, Five took another drink of his Scotch, uncouthly choking on it when you started caressing his dick.
“Please, Fiiivvve,” you begged, your slightest touch already getting him hard. “I’ve always wanted one of those funny family Christmas photo-cards like everyone else sends out.”
Clearing his throat, Five set his empty glass down on the counter. Taking your hand from his pocket, encasing it in his, he forced you to grip him even tighter, moving your hand up and down his shaft. 
He glanced down the hall towards the living room, then cocked his chin at you. “I love to hear you beg, darling, but nothing you say or do is going to change my mind. I wouldn’t be caught dead in those stupid pajamas.”
“Really?” you challenged, moving your hand a little faster.
He laughed. “Yes, really, and if the Lego king wasn’t out there, probably about to come back in here and tell us he’s already hungry again, I’d have you on your knees, shutting you up with my dick in your mouth.”
“Maybe I want your dick in my mouth,” you breathed, really getting into it, your palm moving over the entire length of his cock before coming back to fondle the protruding fabric covering the girthy heat of his deliciously swollen tip.  
“Oh, Fuck, you are relentless…” Five groaned. “I never said we couldn’t do a family picture for your card, I am just not wearing that.” 
“Please,” you pushed.
Five looked over at the pile of clothes laid out on the table. He took in a long, unsteady breath, his hips jutting into your hand as he leveled you with one of his menacingly sexy looks. “I am a suit man, and only a suit man. Always was and always will be, and you trying to make me cum in my pants isn’t going to change that.”
You lowered your hand, gripping his balls. “And you look so hot in these suits of yours, sweetheart. But what if you try something else, just once? I promise it will be fun. You’d look handsome in anything you put on. Pretty please, do it for me?” 
“SHHHeee-It!” Five loudly groaned as you tightened your grip. 
With your teeth sinking into your lower lip, and that dreamy look in your eyes, and your hand back on his cock, massaging… He was so fucked.
“NO!” he gruffly barked, determined not to back down. He gripped the counter behind him to keep from thrusting into your hand. “You knew damn well before you brought that junk in this house that I wouldn’t wear it.” His eyes droopily fluttered closed as his lips parted on tiny hitched breaths.
Not giving him a moment to regather himself, you kept at it, increasing the friction of your hand over the expensive wool covering his erection. 
Five sucked in a sharp breath as he grabbed the back of your neck, his power crackling violently as he spontaneously blinked you both upstairs. As soon as his polished Oxfords hit the floor, he chucked you on the bed. 
“I hate when you do that,” you dizzily whined, your body still mid-bounce off the mattress.
“Sorry,” Five laughed, not sorry at all. “Time is of the essence; I promised our son I would finish reading him The Christmas Carol before he went to bed, but that’s not happening until we settle this first.” 
Climbing over you, Five pushed your legs apart with his knees, his hands racing to undo his dress pants, but only enough to free his cock. Shoving your panties aside, he took aim, rubbing his tip over your slit, getting himself slicked.
“Please, Five,” you moaned, not sure what you were begging for anymore when he started prodding your clit with his glistening shaft. 
Weren’t you just talking about cat pajamas? Or was it his dick in your mouth? 
“Oh-fff!” you cried out, when he bottomed out inside you with no warning.
Wincing with pleasure, Five hissed his own song of curses but he didn’t let himself enjoy the ecstasy long. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out half way. Pants bunched around his knees, his fingers digging into the backside of your thighs, he started pistoning his strong hips, working the ring of his engorged cock head back and forth across your g-spot.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you helplessly chanted with each shallow thrust.
Sitting up a little, flipping his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, Five smirked. “That’s it. Take daddy’s cock like a good girl. I’m the one that wears the pants around here, not some stupid fucking adult onesie and you better not forget it.”
Pumping you harder and harder, he ruthlessly worked his fingers over your clit. Head thrown back as you moaned his name, you quickly fell over the edge, trying to muffle your moans with your pillows so your son didn’t hear you from the living room below. 
Your orgasm still ripping through you, a few seconds later, Five spilled his seed as deep inside you as he could, losing all his momentum as he nearly collapsed on top of you in a dizzying wonderment of pleasurable shudders. 
Catching himself at the last second, elbows buried in the blankets next to yours, Five gave you a sloppy kiss, then pulled away with a happy smile. “Why don’t you take a nice relaxing bath, my love? When I’m done with my other daddy duties, I promise I will be back to really rock your world.”
You tried to form a reply, but your mind and body were so fucked already, you couldn’t; making Five feel even more certain that he had made his point. He wasn’t going to wear Christmas pajamas. He was the daddy there, after all, with decades of seniority over you to back up that claim. 
~~~
“Good,” you said, quickly checking the locks on the tripod, before you set the camera settings to allow you to use the small remote in your hand. “Stay just like that. It’s perfect except for that look on your face, Five. If you don’t smile on your own, I am going to make you,” you warned.
Your son looked up from where he was sitting on his bean bag, taking in Five’s sulky expression. His identical green eyes narrowing, your little boy’s brows knitted together, mimicking his dad’s look perfectly. 
Stuck in a standoff he knew he couldn’t win, Five begrudgingly twisted his features into something much less sour looking, but it still wasn’t great.
“Just smile dad,” your son exasperatedly sighed. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world. It’s just a picture. Just do what mom says like you always do, and we can be done faster.” 
After being put in his place by a grade schooler, Five took a long drink from the crystal tumbler he was holding, letting the amber liquid burn as he formed his reply. 
He cleared his throat. “Apparently you two aren’t seeing my vision for this one.”
“And what’s that?” you asked.
“I’m going with the classic, man of the house look. Which, I would like to remind both of you, I still am, last time I checked.” 
Like a hawk tracking its prey, as he had been doing most of the morning, Five was eyeing up the small amount of cleavage you were unable to cover due to the low neckline of your outfit. His wandering eye only made your chest heave up and down even more with giggles.
“I don’t need to smile. Stoic and amazing has always been my look,” he calmly continued, before tipping back his drink again. 
Despite the speech and his stupid reasoning, he knew all too well that you were going to win this one; just like you’d won and got him in the stupid cat pajamas he was wearing.
Well… You’d mostly won. 
Getting dressed while smirking at his reflection in the mirror, Five had pulled up his footie pajamas, putting them on backwards so the buttoned-up ass flap with the giant cat face on it was covering his crotch instead of his butt. Seeing that he at least had it on, you let him keep it that way.
With everything finally at the ready, your husband’s handsome grin in place, you sprinted over to your family, positioning yourself behind Five’s chair, with one hand resting on his shoulder. 
 “We are doing several shots guys,” you said as your fingernails dug in, “so keep smiling, damn it.” 
Trying to sound scary as you purposely clawed your husband, he smiled.
The room filled with the bright flash of the camera. You hit the switch several more times before sprinting back to check the digital image to see if you got one that would work for your Christmas card.
“Five! I am going to-!” 
Instead of going off on your husband, or further tainting your son’s innocent ears since the headboard banging against the wall the night before had been bad enough, you held your tongue. Marching over, you plunked yourself down on Five’s lap, making you all into one big mishmash of red white and white striped cat pajama Hargreeves madness. 
“Ready, kiddo? I’m going to make your grumpy old dad smile if it’s the last thing I do.”
Five tensed just as you started sneakily tickling him between the legs with one hand while the other hit the rapid fire button on your remote.
With that well timed move, you got your perfect picture.
~~~
A few hours later, while you and the rest of your guests were out in the kitchen getting more hors d'oeuvres and drinks, Diego and Five sat in opposite armchairs, in front of the crackling fire.
“You look like an asshole. You know that right?”
Five looked over at his brother, contemplating blinking behind him so he could flip his chair backwards. The itch to smear Diego on the floor was getting harder and harder to ignore because this was about the twentieth time he’d pointed out his ridiculous Christmas onesie.
Seeing that it was the holidays, and not wanting to hear a lecture from his loving wife, Five refrained from throttling his brother. You had invited his family over to have a small get-together before the larger one that Luther and Sloane would be hosting the next day. He promised to behave, and it was very important that he kept his promises, lest he risk facing the repercussions of your kittenish wrath.
That was the reasoning Five was using to keep his ire in check, but when Diego kept staring at him, like he expected him to answer, he finally snapped. “I am very aware of what I look like,” he testily informed him. “This is my damn house and if I want to look like an asshole, then that’s my business, so shut your trap about it already.” 
Hearing his brother defending his silly choice of party attire so vehemently, Diego smiled. Seeing Five like this was something that he never thought he’d witness in a million years. You and his son were the best things that could have happened to the Hargreeves family’s slightly unhinged time traveler, and they all loved you.
As your voices in the kitchen drew nearer, fresh drink in hand, Klaus sauntered in wearing his own hideous Christmas sweater, paired with a very nice, flowy red skirt. “What are we chatting about?” he asked, sprawling out on top of the bean bag that was sitting in front of the Christmas tree.
Diego laughed. “Oh, you know, just how Five became the world’s biggest push over.”
“I wore this by choice,” Five dryly retorted.
“Sure you did,” Diego chuckled back, downing the rest of his cocktail as he looked over at you and Lila coming back to join the party. “Just in time, babe.”
Reaching out, he took the refilled glass Lila was handing him. Taking a sip, he immediately sprayed a fine mist of his beverage all over himself.
“Damn woman! Are you trying to get in my pants later or kill me?” he questioned, his mouth puckering from the 100 proof liquor she just served him.
She eyed him with her usual look of enamored disdain. “If I wanted to get in your pants, Diego, I wouldn’t waste my time getting you plastered first. I’d just tell you to drop your pants, and you’d happily comply like you always do. As for killing you…well, you’ll just have to risk it.” She clinked her glass with his. “Cheers, babe.”
Nodding like he thought her logic was reasonable, Diego took another drink, this time, not making as much of a disgusted face about it. “Very true,” he agreed while pointing to Five. “See. I’m just fucking with you. It’s totally fine to be pussy-whipped. Even if that means you look like a big man baby who doesn’t know how to dress himself.”
Five glared at his brother. “I know how to dress myself, you idiot.”
“No. No you don’t, dude. Your dorky outfit is on backwards, and even more interesting is that you cut the feet off the bottoms. What’d you do? Have another growth spurt?”
Grinning over their exchange of brotherly wisdom and slights, you approached Five. The sparkle of mischief in his eyes had you instantly worried. 
“You mean the hatch doesn’t go in front?” he asked you, his dark eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “How else is a guy supposed to get to his junk in these things?”
Covering up little Gracie where she’d fallen asleep on the couch, Lila let out a loud snort, and before Diego could say anything else helpful, Five had his arms around your waist, pulling you down over his lap. 
His hand smacked across your ass with a throbbing thwack, thwack, thwack, as he shamelessly spanked you in front of everyone.
“See, darling?” Five taunted. “This is what you get for making me wear this dumb shit!”
Hearing the commotion from where he had been squeezed in next to Grace, playing with the action figures Uncle Klaus brought him, your son looked over. Way too familiar with you both being embarrassing weirdos, he grabbed his headset and his tablet off the coffee table, going right back to ignoring all the adults.
With you squirming and laughing hysterically, taking you with him, Five vanished, leaving an intense burst of static in his wake. Thinking about how much he didn’t want to make you sick, but not thoroughly thinking through the new addition of his evil plan, Five landed his jump inside the front hall coat closet, only a few yards away, within earshot of your guests.
Stumbling into him in the dark, having been one second bent bottoms up over his lap, and now being turned upright on your feet, your hand flew to your mouth. “Oh, lord. I think I might throw up.”
“Sorry, my love,” Five lied. “Agreeing to wear this adult sized infant wear comes with a price and railing you in this closet is part of your punishment.”
“You already spanked me!”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “and the huge boner I am sporting because of that is a large part of why we are in here now rather than me waiting until later to attack you.”
“Five?” you shrilly whispered, but he quickly covered your mouth, muffling anything else you could say. His other hand came around to your front, holding you with your back against his chest as you got your bearings in the dim light creeping in from the crack under the door. “We can’t do it in here!” you frantically mumbled against his fingers.
Pressing you up against the coats, his whisper came out hot against your ear. “Yes, we can. I’m going to fuck you right here and now to teach you a lesson about picking out my clothes. While I’m at it, I might as well make use of these stupid butt hatches.”
“I knew you liked your jammies,” you accused as you shoved your rear end back into him, forcing him to let go so you could spin around and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 
Diving right in, Five replied while feverishly kissing your neck as his hands glided around your waist.
“These are like wearing body condoms,” he complained as he frantically searched between your legs for a way in but couldn’t find one. Growling, he pressed his face against your neck, the sharp points of his teeth grazing your skin as he said, “Looks like you're getting it the old-school way.”
Before you could comprehend what that meant, Five started rubbing his erection against you at a jarring pace, humping you like the heartbreakingly lonely and sexually frustrated teen he had been while stuck in the apocalypse with nothing but Dolores and his hand to keep him busy. 
“Oh-mmm-my-gah-god, Fff-ive,” you stammered.
Greedily squeezing your butt, your hilariously horny husband finally remembered your pajama hatch was on your backside. Before you could tell him not to, he tore the flap open, the buttons tinkering somewhere in the dark, the goofy cat face that had been decorating your ass now presumably hanging limply at your knees. 
Freely exploring the curves of your bare ass since you’d skipped underpants to avoid panty lines, Five’s brain took even more of a vacation. Doubling down, he spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. Dark objects clunked against the walls and rained down on your heads, the hangers screeching along the rail as your coats tumbled to the floor.
“I’m all for a good dry hump,” Five teased, now that he had you pinned how he wanted, “but it would be such a shame not to use this handy-dandy back door you’ve got here. Hence why I have mine positioned backwards.”
“They are going to hear us,” you warned, getting confirmation that he’d put his clothes on backwards on purpose. 
“I don’t care,” he breathed, kissing the back of your neck, all the while knowing that the only one he cared about hearing him fuck you was wearing headphones.
“That feels so gah-good,” you whimpered as he groped your chest and suckled your ear lobe.
Fumbling with his own buttons, Five anxiously pulled his dick out, then wrapped his other arm around your midsection, fingering you from the front while he rutted himself between your warm butt cheeks.
“Bend over a little,” he ordered, impatiently trying to stick himself inside you, but finding he couldn’t quite get the right angle.
More things fell to the floor as you tried to curl in on yourself, the wall hitting your forehead as heavy wooden hangers clattered to the floor.
There was no way someone didn’t hear that, but wantonly ramming your butt against Five dick made it clear that you didn’t care either.
Just as Five managed to find the right position to slip himself into your heavenly tight sleeve, the latch on the old door he had been leaning on gave in. Not expecting the door to burst open like it was, Five came crashing out with you falling backwards on top of him. At the sound of your yelp of undignified terror, everyone’s heads spun your way.
Rolling to the side with him still in the big spoon position, you saw that Five’s chocolatey dark hair was standing up in every direction, and no matter how fast he got his flap back up, there was no fooling the crowd. You tried to help save the situation by backing your ass up against Five’s big boner, but based on Lila’s amused expression, it was a lost cause. 
You were already laughing so hard you were crying, but your tears got worse when Five’s nostrils flared, a whistling sound of desperation coming out of him that made him sound like a dying animal.
Trying to fix the situation, Five attempted to blink away with you again, but you saw it coming in his frantic clenching of his hands and the telltale clench of his jaw. Not wanting to go for another ride, you broke away from him, quickly getting your feet under you before taking off into the living room on slippery, cotton covered heels.
Forced to blink without you, crazed at this point, Five reappeared in the middle of the room, over-rotating out of his portal. He grabbed for you, but with no grip on his feet, he was unable to stop his forward momentum. Tripping over your son’s bean bag, you both went flying, falling into the Christmas tree, knocking it down with an impressive explosion of airborne pine needles and breathlessly panted profanities.
A rainbow of glass bulbs skittered across the room as you lay there in a tangled mess. To make it all the merrier for your guests and your frazzled husband, there was sparkling tinsel from the tree flung everywhere.
Springing forward from his spot on the couch, Klaus burst out laughing. “Holy shit! You two are amazing. Five, I fucking love you, you crazy bastard! You guys sure know how to throw one hell of a Christmas party!”
Seeing that his parents were being dumb as usual, kicking his short legs out into the space his uncle just vacated, Five’s tiny-look-alike son slowly rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then went right back to his video game. Next to him, Grace stretched her little body out and yawned, sleepily looking around. “Mommy… Is Uncle Five being a tosser again?”
From her new position in Five’s abandoned recliner, Lila nodded. “Yes, he is, sweetie. Now go back to sleep.”
Picking up one of the dozens of ornaments that were littering the living room floor, Lila flicked the shiny ball, bouncing it off Five’s head. Adding insult to injury, he could do nothing to stop it from hitting him because his hands were still occupied trying to cover up his and your private parts.
Still lazily toasting his feet by the fireplace, Diego looked to Lila. “Next time I say we do Christmas at our house, just go with it.”
“Why?” she laughed. “I’m with Klaus. Best Christmas ever.”
“Fuck,” Five huffed, trying to blow a glittery piece of tinsel out of his face. Giving up, he flopped backwards, trying to hide himself in the pile of presents. “Sorry,” he groaned so pitifully that it only made everyone laugh even harder.
Klaus raised his glass. “Cheers to another blockbuster Hargreeves Christmas!  It’s never a dull moment with you two sexy perverts around.”
Faking a gag, Lila tipped her drink to that while Diego continued to shake his head. “Can we just take a moment to ponder the fact that this asshole here is supposed to be the genius in the family?”
“Shut up, Diego,” Five mumbled.
“No, seriously. If you…the dumbass in the backwards cat pajamas that tried to bone his wife in the coat closet…is the smartest of us…that might explain a lot of things.”
Rolling his head to the side, the boxes under him crunching, Five looked his way. “What things?”
Diego shrugged. “I don’t know. Off the top of my head, I’d say things like your failed time traveling, getting your family stuck in the 1960’s, mistakenly dialing back your age by quite a few years. Although, that one probably worked in your favor, seeing as how your wife probably wouldn’t be interested in banging your wrinkly old ass.”
Raising your arm, you gave a thumbs up of agreement to that, Five tackling your single digit of approval back down in a feisty game of thumb war.
“That’s it! Say your prayers, asshole!” he growled to his brother, after you let him beat you. Jumping up to beat the shit out of Diego, your reenergized husband forgot that his front dick flap was still undone. 
Accidentally exposing himself to his entire family again, suddenly a bright flash of light filled the room, blinding everyone.
As soon as you could see through all the little black and white stars floating in front of your face, you looked next to you, thinking Five would be gone, but he was still standing there, hands covering his crotch, gaping like a fish. 
Grinning, Klaus held up the camera remote.  
“Merry Christmas, my dearest sister-in-law. There’s your card for next year!” he yelled as he dashed away, trying to escape the murderous clutches of his red-faced brother.
Chapter Two: When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In
It was December 30th and Five was sitting in his living room, enjoying the quiet of the house after all of the craziness of Christmas. Glad that this time of year was finally coming to an end, he tipped his head back against his chair and let out a long, tired sigh.
It wasn’t that Five hated Christmas, or the holidays, or spending time with his family. But if someone were to come to him right now and tell him that all holidays that required family gatherings were now canceled, he definitely wouldn’t argue with them.
All he wanted to do now was stay home with his wife and son and not have to interact with others or leave the house. After all, he was in his seventies now, despite the fact that he didn’t look a day over twenty-five.
Shouldn’t that mean he was entitled to indulge in some old man activities? 
A few days of sitting by the fire in his robe and slippers, doing sudoku puzzles, and watching The Weather Channel were sounding pretty good. 
“Yeah, ok…meet here tomorrow around noon?” your voice echoed from the hall. “I have plenty of food and drinks for the kids and us. We can go sledding and then you can stay for dinner and drinks until midnight. See you then!”
You came walking in as you hung up the phone. Sitting down on the couch, you gave Five one of your excited smiles that slowly evaporated when you saw his face.
“What?” you innocently questioned.
Five did not look impressed. “Even though I know what you’re going to say, darling, who were you talking to?”
“Lila. I asked her, Diego and Grace to come over tomorrow for New Year’s Eve. We can take the kids sledding and ice skating.” 
Five ran a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What? Sledding is fun!”
“No,” Five deadpanned. “No, it is not. It’s the furthest thing from fun, actually.”
You frowned at him. “It’s the holidays, and you’re supposed to spend time with family and do fun winter activities.”
Five threw his hands in the air. “We did spend the holidays with family! A week ago, for Christmas, remember? I assumed that meant I did my required time and now I can be left alone to do what I want to do. Which involves a lot less dragging sleds up freezing cold hills and a lot more mid-day naps in this chair.”
“Five, really…get over yourself,” you said, laughing at him. “It’s not going to kill you to spend a day with your brother and his family, and take your son sledding.”
“It might. You don’t know that,” he replied, still looking entirely serious.
As you huffily stood up, placing your hands on your hips, Five saw the signs that he was about to lose the argument.
“We are going sledding, and we are going to spend New Year’s Eve with Diego and Lila. Because you know why?”
Five assumed that was a rhetorical question, but when you kept standing there, waiting for an answer he narrowed his eyes. “I bet you’re going to tell me,” he grumbled.
“Because for the past month I have busted my ass to do everything around here, making sure we all have a magical holiday, while all you have done is eat all the cookies, complain, and try to fuck me in a closet and ruin our Christmas tree! So, I think the least you can do is suck it up for one more day.”
Five went to open his mouth but he was cut off. “I swear to god, unless what you’re about to say is along the lines of ‘yes, dear,’ then I advise you to shut up,” you snapped.
Five closed his mouth again, looking both pissed off and also resigned to the fact that his wife had won yet again. He sat back in the chair with his jaw clenched tight, looking adorably baffled.
Seeing that, you smiled, relaxing a little. “Look, I know this isn’t your idea of fun. But if you can just make it through without trying to murder anyone, I promise I will make it worth your while in the end.”
Watching you walk away, Five had his doubts that anything would be good enough to make sledding worth it in the end, but that didn’t mean the gears in his head weren’t spinning.
Thinking of his New Year’s resolutions list, he grinned.
---
The next day, you and Five were standing at the top of a sledding hill, ankle deep in fresh snow, as your son waited patiently for Five to push him down the hill in his new sled. Even though Five loved watching his son having fun, he was still not thrilled about the chosen activity for the day.
He turned to you with a grumbly expression. “You know, I walked around hauling Dolores and all my shitty things with me for 45 years, so wrap your head around that when trying to understand why I am not interested in doing this kind of shit for fun.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop complaining. I bet at least your feet aren’t freezing right now.” You looked down at your boots. “I should have listened to you about that second pair of socks.”
Five jut his chin haughtily. “You should have listened to me about staying home, but yes darling… Rule number one of winter survival: you can never have on enough socks.”
“Well, since you’re Mr. Prepared For The End Of The World, can’t you give me one of your extra pairs before my toes fall off?”
He shook his head. “As much as I normally love hearing you ask me to take my clothing off, this time it’s a big fat no. You didn’t want to listen to me before, so now you have to face the consequences, so you learn your lesson.”
“You and your lessons,” you grumbled. Smirking, you glanced down to where Five had the sled tied to his pants. He clearly did it so he could better pull the weight of your son and keep his hands free if his boots slipped out from under him, which right then they did. Arms flailing, with you laughing, Five found his balance again followed by a loud curse.
“Five…” you giggled. “Your survival skills truly are impressive, and I love you for that, even when you look like a dork. You’re so sexy, sweetie.”
Five shot you a wicked grin that was all white teeth and bite. “Oh… If you love me so much, then why don’t you let this sexy dork sneak you off into those pine trees over there so I can warm up those cold feet of yours.” He playfully quirked a brow, then added, “Skin on skin contact brings on the heat, all survivalists know that. Add some friction and your blood will really get moving again.”
Finally trudging back up to the hill with her daughter on the sled she was tugging along behind her, Lila overheard that and said, “Yeah, you would know, Captain Hands In Your Pants.”
Just as Five was opening his mouth to retaliate, your son toppled off the back of the sled, sliding down the icy slope on his back. “Help!” he shouted, slipping halfway back down the hill on the hard ice.  
Five looked over at you, your arms whirling because you’d just lost your footing too.
“God damn it,” Five huffed, reaching a hand out to steady you.
“You got him, daddy?” you breathed, hands still out, your body clumsily poised and ready in case the icy surface got the better of you again.
“Yes,” Five grated out while turning around to go save his son.
As soon as he started down the hill, Five slipped on his ass and proceeded to slide the rest of the way down, like an angry man-sized starfish. Helplessly gliding down the slippery slope, he made a show of loudly threading together as many expletives as possible.
Once he was able to right himself again, and he set his son back on the sled, Five started lugging him up the hill, still cursing to himself. 
Like a light bulb turning on in his head he was suddenly hit with an epiphany.
“Wait a damn minute…” he muttered as he stopped. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus, I’m an idiot.”
He looked down at his snow-covered gloves, the faintest blue glow emanating from them.
“Why not? Screw it”
In a whirling flash of blue, Five snatched up his little boy, just as he was about to fall off the sled again.
Landing at the top of the hill, looking down at the rest of the gang that still hadn’t finished getting to the top, Five crossed his arms over his chest, while giving you all a cocky grin.
Standing only halfway up the hill, having witnessed the whole thing, you threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “What the hell? That’s not fair!”
Five shrugged, his smirk growing. “Sorry, darling, all is fair in love and war. Or in this case, horrible winter activities.”
Landing next to him in a flash of blue light, Lila stuck her landing much more smoothly than Five had, beaming at him with her own self-satisfied smile.
“I didn’t give you consent to steal my abilities,” said, glaring at her. “That’s a violation of my body and privacy.”
Lila laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself, you little kinder-shit. I wouldn’t violate that body of yours with a ten-foot pole.”
Five sneered. “We’ve all heard your whole ‘anything you can do, I can do better line,’ but you and I both know that’s bullshit and that you will never be better than me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe it is.”
While they were squaring off, the rest of your group finished making it up the hill, out of breath and mildly annoyed.
“Would it have killed you two to maybe bring your spouses along for the ride? Just saying, it would have been nice,” Diego huffed as he pulled his daughter up next to him on her sled.
Lila glanced over at Diego, waving a dismissive hand. “You know you’d get motion sick if I jump with you, so quit whining.” 
She opened her mouth to go at Five again, but before she could, you piped up. “I may not like getting thrown through the blender of time and space that much either, but it would be better than-”
Cutting you off, Five made a snapping mouth hand motion at you with his mitten, which did not go over well with you, but before you got a chance to express your displeasure, Five was back at it, barking at Lila.
“I bet my son and I can make it to the bottom of the hill before you and Grace are even half-way down. What do you say? Up for a race?”
“That’s not fair,” Lila complained. “You have more weight on your team. I may not be a self declared genius like you, but that’s just simple physics and an unfair advantage, you cheater.”
Five smirked. “Fine, I’ll give you a head start.”
Lila’s own grin became even more devious looking. “So, what do I get when we win?” she questioned, as if she and your husband were talking about something much more serious than a sled race.
“The winner will be declared the official King of this Mountain and the loser has to buy the next round of hot chocolate,” Five smoothly retorted before adding, “And using any powers is an automatic disqualification. So, just keep that in mind when WE win.”
“You’re on, old man.”
Oblivious of their parents' kindergarten level pissing match, the kids had wandered off to go make snow angels, leaving them to set up the sleds for their epic race alone.
After dragging them back over and plopping them down in front of them on their slick pieces of red plastic, the two ex-assassins eyed each other up.
“Get ready to lose,” Lila declared, tightening her hold on Grace as she stuck her tongue out at Five.
“Real mature,” he scoffed, his lips twisting up to one side despite his best effort not to smile.
As promised, Five gave Lila a very brief head start before he pushed off after her, kicking off with his heels as he leaned forward with all his weight so he could catch up to her.
As he was concentrating on gaining speed and overtaking her lead, Five didn’t notice that he was headed straight for a small child that had fallen off their sled and was lying in the snow in the middle of the hill. At the very last second, he saw them, but with no time and barely any control over his sled, Five had no choice but to blink himself and your screaming son out of the way to avoid a crash.
Since spatial jumps when already moving at an accelerated rate were tricky at best, Five ended up making an ass of himself anyway. 
Falling out of his portal in a crackling burst of frosty air, he and your son landed at the bottom of the hill, narrowly missing a group of teenagers, before sliding further, then smashing into a snow covered evergreen.
Covered in heaps of snow, with his giggling son lying on top of him, Five groaned like an old man who’d fallen and couldn’t get back up.
While still trying to get his boy up on his little rubber boots, Lila came triumphantly sliding by on her sled, smiling and laughing obnoxiously loud.
Ungracefully rolling out of the shrubbery, looking like the abominable snowman, Five glanced around, searching for a weapon to take down his opponent. Finding nothing but the twigs and dried leaves sticking out of his knitted hat, he was forced to concede.
“Alright, alright, stop gloating,” he muttered while Lila danced around him gleefully, swinging Gracie in the air as she giggled.
“I can’t help it” she sang back as they twirled. “Any time I see you make a fool of yourself it’s glorious!”
“Uncle Five is funny,” Grace pointed out, to which Five gave her a silly look he knew would get her laughing again.
Sharing in her daughter's joy, Lila said, “Now, don’t forget, Uncle Five. I like extra whipped cream on my hot chocolate.”
“Me two, Uncle Fivey!” Grace happily yelled as she ran off. 
Seeing that his son was abandoning him to go play with his cousin, Five glowered at Lila for a moment longer because it just felt right, then he blinked away to the top of the hill. As soon as he appeared, you covered your mouth so he couldn’t see you laughing at him.
“What’s so funny?” he asked with a devilish smirk as he took a few strides towards you, like a lion about to pounce.
Backing up, you shook your head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Oh, yeah?” he challenged as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into him with an arm around your waist. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
Still trying to suppress your laughter you reached up, picking a small piece of tree out of his hair. “I am on your side,” you assured.
Lowering his chin, his mouth an inch away from yours, he whispered, “The thing is, my love, I’d rather have you on your back.”
Before you could react to that in any way, you were being tackled backwards, feet flying out from under you before your backside landed on the sled. Landing on top, like he’d planned, Five had you trapped.
Your screech of surprise quickly turned to uncontrolled gasps of laughter when you unexpectedly started flying headfirst down the hill, the combined weight of your bodies sending your sled skittering off much further than everyone else’s at the bottom of the hill.
Bouncing on the icy surface, you ripped past the legions of teens and other young kids, slamming into a snowbank where you then toppled over like total assholes.
As you were trying to contain yourself and catch your breath, Five climbed back on top of you, pinning you down as he kissed your frozen cheeks and lips until you were wildly giggling again.
“Stop!” you yelled half-heartedly.
“No,” he simply stated, before crashing his lip into yours, hard and passionately, with enough need behind it to get you to let out a little moan of surrender.
“Five!” you gasped when he finally let you up for air. “We can’t make out in the snow like this in front of all these kids.”
“We most certainly can. And I’m going to do much more with you than make out.”
He went in for another kiss, while you tried wriggling out from under him, your argument turning into laughed exclamations of shock. “Oh my god, Five! That better not be what I think it is that you are rubbing against my leg.”
Nudging your scarf down with his nose, kissing the side of your neck, his words vibrated your skin as his lips spread in a smile. “What do you think it is?”
“Good lord, what is wrong with you? We’re out here doing family stuff and you think it’s a great time to get your fuck on?”
“They can’t tell what we’re doing, we’re wearing too much padding. It’ll just look like we’re wrestling. So, just shut up and let me hump you in this stupid fucking snowbank!”
“Why in the world would we be wrestling? That makes no sense,” you breathlessly argued.
Five let out an aggravated groan. “I don’t know…Can’t you just go along with it?”
“Five, you know I love you and I would normally let you do whatever you want to me and be perfectly happy with it. However, I’m not going to lie here in the snow while you hump me like a dog.”
Strategically digging your cold gloves under the back side of his coat, Five hissed a few fucks, while letting you escape, but as soon as you removed your frozen hands, he retaliated. Grabbing the back of your hood, playfully tugging you back, he said, “Oh come on, honey. This will only take two minutes. Three, tops.”
Sitting down on top of him, Five assumed he was going to get lucky, so he tried to go in for another kiss, but you quickly pushed his shoulders back down in the snow, smiling as you scolded him. “You have some serious problems, Mister. Now go back up there and try to be a normal person who’s out here having a normal day with their family.” He opened his mouth but you slapped a hand over it. “And try not to hump anything on your way there, either.”
“Okay,” he mumbled against the waterproof fabric.
Lying there rejected, Five watched you trudging away. Even in a million layers of insulation, you still managed to look sexy, and now his balls were a little blue and he was even more irritated with all of this.
If he was being forced into this “fun” family outing, the least you could do was indulge him in a little ass. While ruminating on that flawed logic, Five had the urge to call after you and tell you that at least his first wife actually liked being humped in the snow. Deciding that would be a bad move, however, he kept that fond little memory to himself.
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A little while later, after everyone was worn out from sledding, your son asked Five to build a snow fort for him, and his eyes lit up with renewed purpose. 
Now this he could do!
It had been a while, but Five was fairly confident he could still build a structurally sound snow fort that would be habitable for at least a week in the right conditions. Excited to show off his engineering skills, he got to work, piling up mounds of snow and ice.
“Now, if you want a real igloo, you need a parabolic cross section,” Five rambled while on his knees in the snow, digging and making blocks out of ice while his kid pretended to help by kicking piles of snow around. “Which, obviously as you know, is the locus of points on that plane that are equidistant from the directrix and the focus…”
By the time he was done constructing the massive snow fort, putting all of the other dads in the area to shame, Five realized that he’d been abandoned yet again. He looked around, seeing you and your son in the distance, doing god knows what.
Immediately annoyed, he muttered under his breath, “God fucking dammit.”
After going over to retrieve you both, Five proudly gestured to the snow fort. “Not bad, right?”
His son, visibly impressed, crawled in right away, complimenting him. “This is so cool!”
Looping your arm through Five’s, you kissed his cheek. “Good job, Daddy.”
Five smiled as he dismissively raised a shoulder. “See? Not all my survival skills have gone to waste. Not that I want to spend several days in one, but at least I can amuse my kid.”
Just as he said that, your son emerged from the fort. “Let’s go ice skating!”
Five’s mouth dropped open, his smile melting away just like that. “Ice skating? I just spent half a damn day building this thing for you!”
His excited little clone looked back at the fort and then back at you both. “I know, but there’s not much you can do in there.”
Five’s shoulders slumped forward in defeat. You turned to your son. “Don’t be ungrateful. At least thank your father for building that for you.”
He ran up, giving Five a big hug, his small arms not even wrapping halfway around his dad’s waist with all of the winter layers they were wearing. “Thanks, Dad, I love it.”
Five patted him on the back. With a small smile, he softly said, “You’re welcome, buddy.”
Just like that, your little boy was running off to catch up with the others who were already on their way to the ice skating rink.
“Sorry,” you said, leaning your head against Five’s shoulder. “Kids are really fun to make but then after that…not always so much.”
Five laughed at that, then kissed the top of your head. “So true.”
“Well, I need to check out this marvel of engineering for myself,” you said as you started to crawl through the opening of the fort.
Watching your snow-pant-clad ass disappear into his fort, Five naturally assumed that this was an invitation to follow you, so on hands and knees, he made his way in, squeezing in next to you.
“It’s pretty nice in here,” you stated, laying on your back, staring up at the dome over your head. “It’s not going to fall and trap us in here, is it?”
Five turned his head your way. “What do you take me for? An amateur?”
You smiled. “This really is impressive.”
Five smiled back, only his was predatory. Rolling over so he was on his forearms and one of his legs was thrown over yours, he said,  “I can show you something else that’s impressive.” He tried to wriggle his brows. 
“You’re not giving up on this, are you?” 
He shook his head, his lips brushing against yours with the softest touch. “All you have to do is lie here, I’ll do all the work. You can be my snow angel,” he whispered.
Laughing, you rolled your eyes over that corny line. “Five, come on, cut it out.”
“Look, I built this damn thing, I might as well get some use out of it. Besides, what are the down sides?”
As he lightly kissed, then nipped the tip of your cold nose, you giggled. “For one, I don’t want snow up my ass crack.”
Sliding himself over you, Five’s mouth pushed against your, his hips pressing firmly against you. “That’s an easy fix. You get on top,” he purred, moving his mouth along your jaw, his warm breath rushing down your neck.
Even though you were turned on by all this, you resisted. “If it were just you and me, I’d let you make me your snow angel. But there are kids all around so that’s not happening. Can’t you control yourself for a few more hours until we get home?”
Five lifted his face from where he had it nuzzling against your throat, staring back at you in horror. “A few hours? We’re going to be here for a few more hours?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe. Once we go ice skating and get the kids that hot chocolate…it might be a while.”
Five groaned, collapsing on top of you and pressing his face into your chest as he gyrated his hips but with little strength to it this time. “Please. I cannot take much more of this holiday togetherness, and my guy down here misses you,” he whimpered. 
Your suppressed laugh came out as a very unlady-like snort that only made it harder not to laugh about all this. Feeling bad, you pat the back of Five’s neck with your gloved fingers, unable to sooth him like you normally would by playing with the ends of his hair. “Just hang in there, honey. You’re going to make it.”
Like a child who just came down from a hysterical tantrum, Five lethargically shook his head against your coat, his voice muffled. “No. Go on without me. I am done for. Save yourself.”
“I think you’ve survived worse,” you laughed.
“Nope. This is the worst, trust me.”
After giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, you shimmied out from under him, making your way out of the fort. Once outside, you poked your head back in to see Five still lying there, looking miserable.
“I’m going to the ice rink. Once you’re done with your pity party, please join us.”
After you left, Five slowly got up, sitting himself in the entrance to his fort, a sour pout making him look even younger again. 
Stewing, he concluded you were wrong. Just because he was miserable and wanted to go home did not mean he was having a pity party. 
Absentmindedly rolling a snowball in his gloves, he imagined all sorts of things he’d like to be doing instead of this. Like sitting in his warm house, maybe eating some nice hot soup, and then banging his wife up against a random wall before going to bed at a reasonable hour. 
Was that really too much to ask?
“I’m too old for this shit,” Five heatedly mumbled, his breath forming a white cloud in the cold air in front of his little man cave.
Just then, he was hit dead square in the head with a giant snowball. 
Snow melting and dripping off his face, Five saw Diego at an impossible distance away from him, pretending to tie his shoelace. 
Rather than kill him, Five decided to stay there a little while longer, sitting there like a sad, puffy marshmallow.
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Hours later, with his ego bruised as much as his sore ass was from showing off just how not good he was at ice-skating, Five finally got to go home. By then, he figured the only way to redeem himself, and the last few weeks, was to end the evening with a bang.
As everyone else was downstairs, shedding their winter wear and pouring drinks, Five was upstairs, preparing for war.
Within a brilliant man, a brilliant plan has formed.
Peering at his reflection in the dressing mirror, Five tightened the knot on his silk tie. He was the embodiment of sexy perfection in his favorite three piece suit.
His cool green eyes dropped to the side table, to the very important list he’d made shortly after he smashed the Christmas tree. 
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With his best black dress shoes stealthily descending the staircase, Five moved with all the confidence of a deadly man on a mission, because he was.
Instead of kissing at midnight, he was going to bone you at midnight, in the foyer coat closet, while the rest of the Hargreeves crew were out in the living room not far away, watching the ball drop on Times Square.
Part of his grand idea originated simply from the sheer excitement of doing something so ridiculously depraved again. But it was also because Five couldn’t stand failing, and failing his wife was the worst of all. 
You were right, he didn’t do much to help you make the holiday memorable, other than multiple stupid things. Dressed to kill as he entered the living room, Five was determined to right his wrongs and show his family he still had it.
The moment you saw him, your jaw dropped. Strolling up to you, he played it cool, pretending not to see your eyes running up and down his body, taking him all in. 
“Five?” you questioned, sounding so flustered already that he couldn’t help it when his lips hitched up just a little. 
Smoothly taking the drink you were offering him, he deliberately let his full smile assault you. “Yes, my love?” he calmly replied, looking down where you’d positioned yourself on the couch. In your short little holiday cat sweater dress and matching knee high stockings, somehow you’d managed to make a ridiculously hideous outfit look hot. But there was no way he was going to let on that you were getting to him, like always.
“When you said you were changing into something more comfortable, I’d thought you meant something else…” 
Even with your son sitting right next to you, bonking you over and over as he jabbered with Grace, both of them with headphones on, and talking extra loud to each other as they played a video game, you only had eyes for him.
His plan was working, but before Five could further fluster you with his reply, Lila got in the way. “Looking like an uptight jerk is Five’s comfort zone. It nicely complements the permanent stick-up-his-ass look.”
“I tink Uncle Fivey looks nice,” Grace corrected her, to which Five offered his niece a charming wink that made Lila, probably for the first time ever, speechless.
“Five is a lady killer, nothing more to say,” Diego chuckled as he tipped back his glass, looking at the TV, clearly not moved by his brother’s suave transformation. 
“You do look nice,” you agreed, a little breathlessly, lifting your own glass to meet Five’s in the offer of a little toast of recognition.
After bringing his mouth to his glass for a little taste, Five leaned next to your ear, his free hand softly brushing a stray strand of your hair back as he whispered, “You look ravishing, my love. You always do.”
While you were still drooling over him, all wide eyed and flushing, Five pulled away, striding over to the fireplace. Placing his elbow on the mantle, he pushed his hand in his pocket and casually glanced back at you, a flirty smile pulling his cheek to the side.
“These dipshits out there on the street look like they are about as ready for them to drop that big stupid ball as I am,” Diego huffed at the TV, then repositioned himself on the loveseat next to Lila so his feet were thrown up on her lap. “We don’t have long now, babe, but I am tired as shit. You better do something to liven this party up or you’re going to be carrying me and Grace out to the car.”
Lila gave him the glare of death.
Mostly ignoring them, Five swirled his glass, watching the bubbles in his champagne rise to the surface. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you still looking at him and how you were anxiously biting at your lower lip, taking that as a sign that things were going according to plan.
He looked up again, his eyes meeting yours. He refused to do more than give you the smallest of smiles; but it was one that was about as soft and tender as it could get.
Draining your drink, you crossed your legs tightly, bouncing a socked foot with noticeable agitation.
Making note of that, Five lazily brushed his dark hair out of his eyes, then set his glass down on the mantel. Letting the firelight illuminate the sharp angles of his face, he mouthed for you to get over there.
Unable to take it a second longer, you hopped up off the sofa, heading his way. 
“What are you doing over here all by yourself?” you questioned as you poured a little more bubbly into your husband’s half empty glass.  
“Thinking.”
“Oh? About what?”
Five’s soft pink lips parted, the words he wanted to say left dangling in silence as he twirled a lock of your hair between his fingers. 
“Five…? What are you up to this time?” you pushed.
With a quick intake of air, he smirked and then said, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
As he expected, you didn’t look thrilled by his reply or that he was acting uninterested in the fact that you were pressing your hips up against his, but Five was very much enjoying playing hard to get. It was a nice change from being the pursuer, and making you work for it was most definitely turning him on as much, if not more, than him doing all the hard work.
As if he held some magical, sex God power over you, the next thing he knew, your fingers were curling around his belt loops, pulling him in tighter. “I am not sure if you recall, but I promised you that if you went along with things today, I’d make it worth your while,” you quietly said, just loud enough for him to hear, your eyes pleading with him for attention.
“I remember,” Five simply replied. Then he looked past you, addressing the rest of the living room. “Who needs a refill? I’m going to go get another bottle of champagne.”
As he removed your hands from his pants, Five relished in the shocked look on your face. With a smug grin, he passed behind you, making sure to slide his crotch across your backside, one finger tickling briefly up the channel of your spine before he left you standing there in a dither.
Returning with the champagne a few minutes later, Five continued to pretend he wasn’t aware he was getting to you while he topped off Diego and Lila’s glasses. When he got to you, eyes locked on yours, he took your glass from your hand, his long fingers brushing against yours as he poured.
Heat rushed to your face, your cheeks turning a rosy pink that he loved. When he deliberately fingered the antique ring he’d given you for Christmas, spinning the filigree pattern around your finger, your breath hitched.
“Are you ok, darling? You look a little warm. Should I put out the fire?” he said in a low voice that made you instantly wet.
“I- I…” 
He had you.
Raising a brow as he smirked, Five stepped in closer, taking up all your personal space, his semi hard cock pressing up against the heat between her legs. “You what? You want something, darling?” he breathed, his lips moving over the shell of your ear.
With a bright flash of blue filling the space you both had been standing, your drinks hit the floor, the glass shattering on the hearth. Like deja vu, your backside was rammed up against the mass of coats hanging in the dark coat closet.
Exhaling a moan of pure lust against your lips, Five forcefully flipped your skirt up, one hand painfully grabbing ahold of your ass cheek, the other going right between your legs, his index finger slipping under your underwear, going inside you, hooking as he pumped it hard and fast.
“You did this all on purpose didn’t you?” you accused between heaving breaths, your hands quickly working their way up under his vest. “God, you are so fucking hot in this suit and it’s not fair.”
“What’s the matter, love? You don’t like being teased like you’ve been doing to me all day?” he taunted with lips brushed lightly over your cheek.
“Teasing you? How was I… You know what, I don't care. Let’s do this.”
“I am going to ruin you,” he whispered before his mouth crashed into yours, followed by hangers slipping off the bar and a series of loud clunks and bangs.
“Oh bloody hell!” Lila yelled, intentionally loud enough that both of you could hear it from inside the vacuum-like space of the small closet.
“Five! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!” Diego bellowed.
As you frantically unbuckled Five’s belt, he let go of your ass just long enough to free himself faster and shove your panties down, your mutual struggle causing his foot to thud backwards into the door.
“Five! What the hell! The kids, man!” Diego shouted.
“We’re moving my office furniture!” Five yelled back.
Kissing along the length of Five’s smoothly shaven neck you tugged his hair, your fingernails tracing lines across his scalp. “You are such a liar,” you mumbled. 
“What?” he laughed, his fingers wetly moving faster inside you. “They don’t know we aren’t upstairs…”
“Yes, they do,” you corrected, just before biting his neck
Letting out a moan, he went at it harder, his fingers inside you squelching, the other possessively digging into your hips, commanding your body to let go for him. 
Your body still spasming, guiding his tip between your shaking legs, Five’s cock slowly filled you, the guttural sounding groan he let out growing in intensity with each inch he took of you. 
Before he could answer with anything but a weakly whimpered, fuck, Five widened his stance. Lifting one of your legs up to his waist, pushing himself inside you, he violently jut his hips forward. Lifting you off the floor, your body swayed back into the pile of coats again as your stockinged feet slipped out from under you.
Bottoming out, Five hissed a curse of joy, then pulled back and did it again, that time making sure to hold you tighter so you didn’t go careening into the door like he had the last time.
Almost immediately Five’s quick thrusts had you breathlessly moaning little sounds of poorly formed words.
“Ffff- Aaah-ah- Fu-ck-fffivvvvv-” 
Loving the sound of you saying his name like that, but also not wanting to let the kids hear too much, Five quickly clasped a hand over your mouth. 
“Shhhh,” he directed, his thighs burning as he pumped his cock inside you, the fast cadence of his fucking not slowing. 
Your muffled cries cut sharp against his fingers as you started to fall apart all over again. He started to slow, and you thought he was about to cum but instead, he swiftly pulled out, then twisted you around so fast you staggered into him, getting totally disoriented in the darkness.
With no warning, Five pulled your hips backwards, his dick impaling you from behind. Bracing yourself against the wall, he slammed his cock into your quivering hole at the same time his hand clapped over your mouth again. 
This time, when you bit into him, Five bit back, his teeth sinking into the side of your neck to the sound of skin on skin smacking, his cock pumping in and out of you at a blistering pace.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good. I am so lucky you love me,” he breathed, with near suffocating heat building across his mostly clothed body.
He was close. With pressure building in his stomach, his abs working hard to deliver the best fuck he could, he moved his newly freed hand up your dress, cupping your breasts as your round ass absorbed the beating his hips were giving it. 
“As much as I love to defile your tits, baby, I love it more when you come on my cock.”
With those dirty words coming from Five and his hand abruptly coming down between your legs, his long fingers rubbing circles around your overstimulated clit, your second release hit you hard and fast, the pulsing waves of your orgasm mimicking the rhythm of Five’s steady thrusts. 
“Five!” you gasped as you pawed at the mess of fabric pushed between you and the wall.
In the dark, she couldn’t see it to confirm it but you didn't need to. Five was just as ruined as you were. His mouth was agape, his eyes closed as he waited for the mindless bliss he knew was coming.
With his wet fingers gliding across your hip, Five latched hold of you, pumping hard, his dick sliding in and out a few more times before he broke. 
Before he pulled out, throbbing hot spurts rushed out of him, filling you, the evidence of his love for you seeping down your thighs. As his climax subsided, he was reminded this was his favorite place to be. Not the closet, but with you, where he was always loved and never felt the need to second guess himself about anything. 
“I love you so much,” he breathed through his full body shudders.
“I love you, Five.” You dropped your head back against him.
He kissed your temple. Taking his pocket square, he carefully and gently wiped between your legs, then righted your clothing, then his.
Though Five could have held you captive forever and his blood deprived brain wasn’t quite yet working at full capacity, he knew this part of the evening needed to end for the rest to commence. 
Spinning you around, giving you a quick kiss, and filling the closet with light, he disappeared.
Stumbling out of the coat closet, slightly disoriented, with your eyes still adjusting to the light, you sheepishly wobbled into the living room thinking Five would be out there already, probably smugly sitting there, acting like you were the one making all that noise by yourself.
Looking at the clock, you saw that it was a few seconds before midnight, and even though the ball was dropping in Times Square, everyone in the living room was looking at you instead of the TV. 
Running a hand through your hair, trying to come up with some lame excuse for your appearance, the widows facing the street light up like it was a sunny summer day.
The kids sprang from the couch, racing towards the large living room window just as a loud explosion sizzled through the sky, lighting everything up again.
“It’s fireworks!” your son excitedly yelled as he looked out at your street, the loud, thunder-like noise echoing through the dark winter neighborhood, mimicking the pounding of your heart.
Still dazed, you moved toward the front door, your family, minus Five, not far behind.
Out on the porch, standing there in his sexy suit, looking like a fuck god of amazingness, your husband turned and smiled at you. In one hand, he was holding the lighter you had used to start the fire earlier, while in the street were what looked like over a dozen boxes of fireworks; the illegal kind that put on a show to rival many of the more professional pyrotechnic displays.
In awe, looking at the sky, you padded your way over to Five. Just as moved by seeing you as you were by all this, he quickly pulled you into his arms. A second later his little boy was by his side, his chin turned up at the flashing lights, his face a picture of childlike wonder that matched his fathers perfectly.
“I love you, dad,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Five’s waist.
“I love you both, too. Happy New Year,” Five whispered as he kissed your hand and pulled you both closer. 
A few feet away, Diego was holding his little three-year-old in his arms, while Lila silently watched the sparkles of fire dancing across the sky. 
The moment was perfect. Everything this family deserved, you’d thought, your eyes misting over with emotion you couldn’t begin to hold back. 
Five was your everything, your dream come true that never stopped delivering, giving you things like this, and your beautiful son.
But if he really had been so insistent on staying home and doing none of this, then how the hell did he…
“When did you go get-” 
Five quickly shushed you, placing a finger over your mouth; the same one that he was fingering you with. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve, darling. I might have a stick up my ass sometimes, as everyone likes to point out, but I still know how to have fun every now and then.”
Diego looked your way, the glow of the bright lights overhead illuminating your faces. Your hair was still in a fucked out mess of snarls, your silly cat dress was all wrinkled, and one of your knee high socks was bunched around one ankle, about to fall off. He laughed. “Looks like your old man still has enough stamina to pull off two vigorous explosions in one night.”
“Three explosions, right, honey?” Five said, beaming at you proudly. 
“Three,” you confirmed, blushing with embarrassment as he bent down to hike up your sock for you.
As a cop car came rolling down your street, Five’s smug expression disappeared in an instant, but the resounding evidence of his last box of fireworks couldn’t be erased so easily. 
He looked over at Lila, who was already laughing at him getting busted.
In the blink of an eye, both of them had opened portals, wrapping the energy fields around all of you, bringing you all back inside the house.
Right before the cops passed your house, Five sprung forward, shutting the curtains, while Lila dimmed the lights. You and Diego were worthless, giggling your dizzy asses off while you flopped down on the couch with the dim light of the TV showing images of the revelers downtown, all of them gazing up at the famous glowing orb. With your spouses coming to your side, you all remained still as the law’s flashing red and blue lights, mixed with the last of the fireworks, faded away.
Having avoided getting arrested over her brother-in-law’s big dick display of lights, Lila sat down next to Diego and picked up her wine glass. “Sometimes I’m not so sure about this little twat,” she looked at Five, “but I’m willing to conceded that you’re one potent adversary I’m happy to have on my side. Cheers,” Lila snarked, clinking her glass with Five’s.
With a contented sigh, he kicked up his heels on the coffee table, then pulled out his checklist, marking it off.
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Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading. ❤️
Note: These two chapters were originally written to be a part of Kitty's @badkitty3000 'Halo' series. That series had a very lovely OC that Five shared his life with but for this Tumblr posting/request, we decided to rewrite it as a reader insert to hopefully make it more enjoyable to the masses who want to envision living this fun filled life with our favorite guy.
Cheers, Lovelies
~Link to 'Halo'
~Links to KayBreezy's Master List or all Tumblr posts option or Direct to A03
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dicejpg · 1 year ago
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You should have left a note - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}
Synopsis: Five is ordered to kill his ex-commission partner. He doesn't want to.
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Note: I made this really late at night. I would really appreciate requests for Five :)
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WORD COUNT: 1K
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Five peers down at the paper that bears your name, hands shaky. He was ordered by the Handler--just this morning--to terminate you for immediate extraction.
It’s been a year since you left Five since you left the Commission. He'd been rightfully frustrated since your abrupt departure. He didn't get a note, nor a goodbye. Sure, you two weren’t all that close as partners, but he at least deserved a warning, he thought.
He doesn't know how to feel about the idea of blowing your brains out with his M1935.
You’ve been gone for approximately a year, leaving no trace or hints as to where you may be. But, the Commission finally tracked you down to a small town in New Jersey, 1978.
When he arrives in front of your supposed living quarters, he is taken aback by the rundown apartment complex in front of him. A real shithole. Its bricks are chipped and sun-bleached, presumably from old age. Police sirens and gunshots are audible from a neighborhood away, giving away the unsafeness of the area.
It’s twelve o’ clock at night. Five quietly blinks up to your numbered room. If he remembers correctly from the paper, it's room 395. Third floor, second door to the left.
Your apartment is dark, gloomy. Five does not turn on the lights, not wanting to give away his existence. But, he assumes you’re not home anyways. Your job as a bartender at a rundown restaurant downtown would have you occupied for at least another hour.
He wonders through the confined living space, taking note of a few books scattered on the coffee table, and an unmade bed. There's a small pile of dishes in the sink, a pot and two bowls. There are no picture frames, or wall decor. The room is barren with no personality at all.
Five would not even know that you lived here from the looks of the place.
It smells like you though, he unwillingly notices. He finds it oddly comforting nostalgic.
He’s in the middle of examining some scattered papers on the ground when he hears the jingling of keys outside the door. Along with your whistling.
Five blinks behind a window curtain in no time at all, blood pumping fast. You must have gotten off early.
Your humming becomes more prominent as you enter your living space. The sound of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter makes Five jolt, but he still goes unnoticed.
You make no move to turn on the lights, so Five risks a glance at you.
Your head is blocked by the freezer door, but he notices your disheveled work attire. Some black slacks and an untucked white button down shirt. Your apron hangs on a hook by the door.
When the freezer door is closed, he notices your face. It's the same as when he last saw you, but with sadder eyes and dark eye-bags. His heart sinks, he starts feeling uncharacteristically torn.
He watches you crack open a frozen dinner meal and place it in the microwave. You roll your sleeves up to your elbows while you wait for the food to heat up. Five always thought you had nice, toned forearms. He stares at them, at you.
His eyes are intense, observing as you lean against the counter, stretching and running your fingers through your hair. He feels his stomach knot.
Five was definitely the wrong person for this job. He readys his gun quietly.
You freeze at the almost imperceptible sound of a gun clicking, slowly turning your head in Five's direction. He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow because he's fully behind the curtain again.
The microwave beeps quietly, but you make no move to retrieve your dinner.
The sound of footsteps approaching Five's hiding spot makes sweat bead on his forehead. He debates letting himself be caught, but decides against it. Five blinks behind you, aiming his gun.
But you've already kicked the thing out of his hands, fully expecting his maneuver. You tackle him to the ground, gripping his wrists and pinning his legs with yours. Not before kicking the gun far away, under the couch.
"God, of course they sent you, Five." You breathe, glaring down at him in dismay. "The Handler's such a sadistic- I mean, sending my own partner to kill me? Is she kidding?" You ramble is distress, cursing your ex-employer.
Five gazes up at you, swallowing thickly. He fights thoughtlessly against your grasp, but tries nothing else to get loose. He does not want to kill you.
"Let go of me." He warns, feeling fuzzy and not knowing what else to say. His eyes never leave yours.
"Why don't you just blink away? You're fully capable of getting out of this." You accuse, getting close to his face. Your breath tickles his nose. It's minty.
Five hesitates, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he fails to regain his train of thought.
He remains quiet.
"You don't really want to kill me." Your grip on his wrists falters slightly when he doesn't object.
He softly pulls his wrists free, and you let him sit up. But you keep his legs pinned just in case. There is a strangely comfortable silence as you wait for Five to find the words.
"You should have just told me you were going to leave." Five whispers finally. His tone is unreadable. "Or at least left a note."
You look at him with a pained expression. "You're right. I should have." It's something you regretted for months after abandoning him. There is an intake of breath right before you add: "I missed uh- I miss you." You redden, not looking at him.
He exhales with a hidden smile. "Me too."
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merthosus · 5 months ago
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Hii, could I please get a Five x young solo/single mum!reader please (I’m 20 haha) :) it can be platonic or romantic I’ll let you decide; Basically Five just helps her out, letting her rest and letting her know she’s doing a good job :) Thank you in advanced and don’t worry if this isn’t your thing!!
Single Mom Problems
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Summary: You are being sightly overworked, having a job and a baby at once was hard, especially being a single mom. It has become a habit, that Five sometimes showed up to help you, but what he does is way more than helping.
Thank you for your request, I never wrote something like this so I hope you are happy with it :)
“You’re doing an incredible job.”
You were at your wit’s end, balancing a baby on your hip while trying to make something resembling dinner out of the sparse ingredients in your kitchen. The day had been long, and you hadn’t had more than a few minutes to yourself. Being a young single mom was no joke, and while you loved your child more than anything, there were moments when you felt like you were drowning.
A knock on your door startled you, and you sighed, knowing it could only be one person. “Come in,” you called, too tired to even move. The door creaked open, and Five stepped inside, his expression softening when he saw you.
“Rough day?” he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone so typically gruff. He took in the sight of you—frazzled, exhausted, and still trying to do everything on your own.
“You could say that,” you replied with a weary smile. The baby in your arms began to fuss, and you shifted your weight, trying to soothe them with soft shushing noises. Five stepped closer, reaching out his arms.
“Here, let me,” he offered. You hesitated for a moment, but the exhaustion won out, and you handed the baby over to him. Five took the child with a surprising amount of care, settling them against his chest. Almost instantly, your baby calmed down, their tiny fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt.
“You’ve got the magic touch,” you said, half-joking, but there was genuine appreciation in your voice. Five shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve had some experience,” he replied, though you couldn’t imagine where or how. Still, you weren’t about to question it, especially not when it gave you a moment to breathe.
“Why don’t you sit down?” Five suggested, nodding towards the worn-out couch in the corner of your living room. “I’ll handle this.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, but the idea of sitting down, even for a moment, was too tempting to resist.
“Absolutely,” he said firmly. “You need a break.”
You didn’t argue any further, sinking into the couch with a heavy sigh. Five moved around the small kitchen with a surprising amount of ease, rocking your baby gently as he checked on the pot on the stove. The smell of something burning filled the air, and he quickly turned off the heat, scraping the bottom of the pan.
“It’s… salvageable,” he said after a moment, glancing over at you with a wry grin.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You hadn’t meant to say it, but now that it was out there, you couldn’t take it back. You felt your chest tighten, the weight of everything pressing down on you.
Five turned to face you, his expression serious. “Don’t say that,” he told you, his voice steady. “You’re doing an incredible job.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you looked away, embarrassed. “It doesn’t feel like it,” you admitted. “I’m just… so tired.”
Five walked over to you, still holding your now-sleeping baby in his arms. He crouched down in front of you, his gaze unwavering. “You’re allowed to be tired,” he said softly. “You’re doing this on your own, and that’s not easy. But you’re here. You’re showing up every day, taking care of your child, doing the best you can. That’s more than enough.”
His words hit you harder than you expected, and you blinked back tears. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice shaky.
Five reached out, gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re stronger than you think,” he said, his tone almost reverent. “But you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here. We’ll figure it out together.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to lean on someone else. Five stayed by your side, helping you with the baby, making sure you had time to rest. And as the days went by, you started to believe him—you were doing a good job, and you didn’t have to do it alone.
Maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.
Thank you for reading love :)
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moonydustx · 10 months ago
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Hi!! Your writing is so good. I love it so much!!! Can i request a Five x female reader? Where the reader is smug and direct about her feelings? Thank you!! 🫶🫶🫶
Hi Hi! First, thank you for appreciating my work ❤️❤️
I tried my best to deliver and I apologize in advance if anything deviated from the proposal. I used Five from last season because his personality in these last few episodes is my favorite. Again, thanks for the request and i hope u like!
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What do you feel?
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x F!Reader
Warnings: fluffff, some things are a little out of canon, F!Reader is also someone with powers. She can feel others' feelings and make others feel hers through touch.
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You still remembered the first time Five crossed your eyes at Temps Comisson. The neat jacket, the formal shorts and the almost arrogant posture for just a kid. At first, you hated him.
"A new friend for you." the manager introduced you to him and the two of you barely bothered to shake hands.
"Great, a newbie." Five replied, without much patience.
"I already have my suitcase, I don't need this new one." the cynicism in your tone was clear to both of them. When you saw the manager looking at you impatiently, you turned to him. "Let's follow the rules: don't get in my way, don't meddle in my choices and please don't expect me to save you if you're standing in the grave."
"I could say the same." Five replied, extending his hand to you. "Deal."
And a few years later, here you were. Cooped up in the family of what you could call your best friend, attending a wedding taking place under the lights of the end of the world.
"What do you think, huh? Apocalyptic weddings." Five whispered as the bride and groom entered.
"First I need to find someone who can handle it." your answer came out almost automatically and you just watched Five deny it, with a smile on his lips.
The ceremony was quick, totally the opposite of dinner. The two of you chose to sit at a table alone, taking in your surroundings. The happy couples, Ali and Viktor fighting, Ben being disturbed by Klaus.
"Can you feel what they think from here?" Five asked, filling his glass.
"Sex, sex." you pointed to Luther and Diego with their respective spouses. "Guilt and grudge." you pointed at Viktor and then Allison. "And suicide." Finally, you pointed at Ben. "Look, I don't even need to go there and touch them."
"Sometimes I forget." He pointed to your hands covered in gloves. "And you, how do you feel about the world ending?"
"Relief, I guess." You lied, seeing him nod.
You both watched Klaus approach, in silence. Brother Hargreeves tried to convince them to listen to Sir Reginald, but it was in vain. You understood his hope, in trying to somehow rescue his father's good image and no matter how much he denied it, you could feel that Five wanted to be able to have that kind of hope too.
"I still don't believe him." Five said in a low tone, despite having alcohol in his blood, he still needed to remain alert.
"Me either." you imitated him, moving closer to him. The two of your heads were practically glued together as the two of you talked. "It's a shame to see Klaus so… wait a minute."
Sir Reginald's presence was present there, frightening everyone. It wasn't the spiteful version that you heard Five talk about over the years, but there was something that didn't fit there, you could feel it.
The man gave a brief speech, with a huge poem and it was clear from the looks of those around that the situation was stranger than you could imagine. Perhaps with the intention of breaking the ice hovering in the air, as soon as Hargreeves left the microphone, the dance floor was filled with music and colored lights.
"The old man is actually good at it." Five pondered, taking your attention.
"I don't know, something is wrong. He's always alert, he won't let me touch him." you responded immediately, watching him think for a few seconds.
"Any ideas what we can do?"
"I don't know if you got the memo, but we're about to die. " you turned away from Five to grab your glass. In a cynical gesture, you took your glass towards his glass, improvising a toast. "Here's to the old man's minutes of sanity."
"How can you be so frank?" He seemed indignant, drawing a laugh from your lips. "You're worse than me."
"Ah, dear Five. Try to feel what everyone else feels for a day. All the anger, all the fear. Your own feelings become a burden to you." your words silenced him, leaving space for him to just nod and for you to return to contemplating the speeches.
"I'm glad the world is ending." he stood up, extending his hand to you while his other hand held the bottle of champagne you shared. "Screw other people's feelings."
"Yeah, screw it." You accepted and stood up.
Five led you to the dance floor and even though the music was more upbeat and the dance floor was full of his brothers, he still spun you around a few times, in a kind of disconcerted waltz.
Five soon let go of you and climbed up to where the DJ table was, taking the microphone from the strange man. Without speech or prior notice, Five began to sing. The lyrics weren't the happiest of all, much less the melody, but they were familiar to you. You remembered singing it a few times in Five's presence and saying how much it reminded you of your father, who had been away from you for years.
"Would you accompany me?" your eyes moved away from Five's to Klaus, who proposed a dance. You could notice his suspicious look as he led you away.
"You like him, don't you?" Klaus asked and you just nodded, there was no point in hiding it anymore. "Well, you still have some time until the world ends."
"And if it doesn't end, what do I do next?"
"What do you mean it doesn't end?" Klaus asked, stopping turning you around. "Will you accept Dad's plan?"
"No, no, that's not it. I've seen Five end apocalypses before, I think something inside me hopes he can fix this one too. Maybe it's just the grief speaking inside me."
"Yeah, maybe."
Klaus turned you around once again and let you go, leaving you alone for just a few seconds.
"Let's get out of here?" Five's voice materialized behind you. "I need fresh air."
Before you could respond, he held your hand and led you away. It only took a few minutes for the two of you to be alone, watching the orange sky from the building's terrace.
"Can I ask you something?" You sat next to him, keeping little distance. Before you could ask, he held out the bottle of champagne he hadn't put down yet.
"Technically you already asked."
"Stop being an idiot." your shoulders collided with his. "That's it, right? I think we finally don't have the solution."
"I can almost believe you're scared." this time, you didn't deny it, you just looked away. "You know you don't need to talk, right?"
"I know, but it's frustrating. Running after saving the world all this time and not being able to. I'd rather die, I don't know, run over by a car, with an anvil falling on my head. But an apocalypse?" you laughed and watched Five do what you had done many times when you couldn't use your voice to talk. He took one of your hands and took off the glove, allowing himself to touch your skin.
"I can feel you." he replied, in a low tone. "You are afraid."
Five preferred to omit everything else he felt when he touched your skin. Fear, anguish, anxiety, love. The last one weighed on his mind, but he knew you and knew you would come out as soon as he felt comfortable. In a way, he knew that when he touched you, you would also be aware of his feelings.
"The only people who aren't scared are those who aren't paying attention."
"I think we need to drink more, to forget about this." even after just a few minutes of sitting, Five pulled you to your feet. "And this dress suits you, it's a waste to stay here while the party is going on downstairs."
Again, he dragged you downstairs, where the celebration was taking place. Whiskey, vodka, beer, everything that still contains a quantity of alcohol became part of your menu and at the end of the party, you found yourself sitting at the counter, Five standing a few meters away, tasting two different drinks. Maybe that would be the last time the two of you would party.
"Five?" you interrupted him, making him place the two bottles on the floor. "I don't want to die with regrets."
"Elucidate me on that."
"Even though The Handler always made it clear that I was too much for you, I like you." A sob caused by alcohol interrupted your train of thought. "I like it and I know that maybe I'm a little too much for your arrogance. You're also a little too much for me." You laughed, seeing him approach. "I think after these years, it's only fair for me to say that I love you."
"You think?" he laughed, fitting himself between your legs dangling from the metal counter. "You drank too much."
"You too." you responded immediately, starting to take off your gloves. "And alcohol doesn't affect my opinion. Feelings don't lie, do you want to feel?" Before the first glove could leave your hand, Five stopped you.
"I believe in you and I feel the same." he replied and in an unexpected gesture, he hugged you, putting his face in your mouth. "I've loved you for a while, it's a shame it took us so many years to realize."
"We can live that at least now." You gave space for his face to be in front of yours. "Damn, now I wish I could end this apocalypse."
His lips took yours and instead of his hands attaching themselves to your body, Five disheveledly took off your gloves and pulled your hands until they tangled around the back of his neck.
"I love you so much." he murmured between your lips, feeling almost overwhelmed by all the feeling that emanated from your hands. "Tonight, I'm yours and you're mine, fuck this apocalypse."
"Until the world ends?" you asked breathlessly.
"Until the world ends."
Your mouth tasted like alcohol, sweets and fear for the small future, but Five didn't see the problem, after all you could love each other until the world ended.
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supernaturalwolf · 5 months ago
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Y’all not dramatic enough post five x reader and use the song burn from the Hamilton soundtrack.
I need to see reader get ANGRY
I need them in their revenge era
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n1ght0wl-0 · 5 months ago
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Five x female!reader
Relationships: Five x female!reader
Summary: Five and y/n landed pretty harshly, and now bickering ensues.
Notes: I hate season four.
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"Oh fuck," Five groans, trying to right himself. His back is hurting, and his head is throbbing. Time traveling is a tricky thing, especially the damn landings.
Next to him, y/n huffs but makes no movement to stand up. She's just lying like a heap on the floor. Her skirt is rumpled, and her shirt is even worse.
"You alive?" Five asks dryly, stumbling to his feet. Reaching out, he straightens his lapels and adjusts his tie. His uniform is a little wrinkled, but it doesn't look too bad.
"Uh-huh," y/n hums, not moving a finger. Her face is pinched, looking as if she's deeply suffering. "You should work on your landings, darling."
Five kicks her absently. Not hard—he's not aiming to hurt her, after all.
"You should work on your clothes; you look like a witch."
Y/n gasps, staring up at Five. She smooths out her clothes. Yes, she's dressed darkly and maybe a little too young for her mental age, but she finally has the body for it again.
"I look *adorable*, thank you very much," she huffs, taking all her strength to sit up. Then she stares into nothing. "My whole body aches."
Five rolls his eyes, but he *does* reach out a hand to her. He feels her slim fingers in his grasp and gently pulls her up.
"That's your bad. At least your body isn't old anymore," he says with a grin, receiving a weak slap against his arm.
"How long have we known each other now? Probably way too long..." y/n scoffs. "And you're still such an asshole."
"42 years now, honey. And I'm still as charming as ever, you know it."
Y/n grins, then she pulls away from him. He watches as she moves over to the suitcase that's lying uselessly on the ground.
"Don't—" She kicks it. "touch it..."
The suitcase falls over, still smoking weakly.
"I think we can forget that old thing," she says, stating the obvious. She runs a hand through her hair before turning back to him.
Five looks at her for a moment, silent. He walks over to her and stares at the suitcase, sighing into the silence.
"That was pretty obvious. I always told them to make them bulletproof," Five grumbles.
"Mhm. I remember. Eric was really pissed after a few weeks," she snorts. "Didn't he retire some time after?"
"You still remember his name? He was pretty useless," he muses, throwing a last glance toward the suitcase before turning around and walking down the room. "Do you know where we are?"
"No clue." Another small kick to the suitcase.
"Stop it. You're being irritating," he huffs. "I think it's still 2019. Oh yes, I think I'm seeing Diego down there."
"The spandex guy?"
Five snorts, then he huffs out a laugh.
"It's leather," he says exaggeratedly, mimicking his brother. Y/n bumps their shoulders gently and rolls her eyes.
"Let him be. He thinks he's cool," she says, looking at him. "I still remember how cool you felt when you wore your first real suit."
"But I looked good in my suit."
"You were the most handsome man ever," y/n says, placing a hand on his back. Then she grins. "But the school uniform is also very cute."
Five huffs, looking at her.
"Shut it. At least I don't look like I'm going through my emo phase."
"My emo phase is hot," y/n argues easily. "But your shorts—"
Five reaches out and slaps the back of her head. Then he leans over and kisses her temple.
He can almost hear y/n's loud groan from down there.
"Let's just go," he says, turning around and teleporting out of the building.
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briefkittenearthquake · 4 months ago
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when your types a nerd
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merowkittie · 6 months ago
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the umbrella academy season 4 is out this is not a drill 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 i’ve been up all night just to watch it as soon as it drops. please be prepared for all the lila, five, and viktor fics im about to write :3
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badkitty3000 · 7 months ago
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there wouldnt be any way u wld write a slightly sub five fic like you did with him and vivi? .... :)))
Ask and you shall receive! In this one, you and Five are working as trained assassins and you're not exactly happy with him. Enjoy! 😽
Coercion
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Five x Reader One-shot, 5,202 words
Warnings: Smut, light bondage (very light), light dom/sub, oral sex
If Five noticed your silent treatment on the drive over to the crappy motel, he hadn’t let on. You waited with increasing irritation as he took his sweet time getting the room key out and opening the door. If you weren’t set on not talking to him, you would have not-so-gently reminded him that he didn’t need a damn key in the first place, but you let him struggle instead. Once he opened the door for you, you pushed past him and threw your bag and rifle case on the one sad and saggy double bed in the room. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking around with a scowl.
“This place is a dump.”
Five shrugged, setting his own bags down on the floor and shrugging his suit jacket off before placing it on the back of the one chair provided.
“It’s not great, I’ll admit, but could be worse.”
His casual tone told you he had not, indeed, picked up on your anger. As you stood there, glaring daggers in his direction, he finally looked up and had the nerve to act surprised.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
You put your hands on your hips. “You want to tell me what the hell that was back there?”
Five balked, the innocent look on his face aggravating you even more. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
With a loud huff, you turned to start unpacking your bag. “Of course you don’t.”
There was a pause and then Five sighed. “Well, are you going to tell me what you’re mad about, or do I have to start guessing?”
“You seriously don’t know?” you asked, spinning to face him.
He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets in that way that told you he was starting to get fed up with your passive-aggressiveness. “No, I seriously don’t know.”
You gestured in the vague direction of the door, indicating the outside world you’d just come in from. “Out there. When you literally pushed me out of the way and took my shot.”
Five rolled his eyes and sighed. “That? You’re mad about that?”
“You knocked me on the ground!”
“I helped you back up,” he said with a smirk.
You made a frustrated growling noise and clenched your fists together. “That’s not the point! You’re supposed to be my partner! You’re supposed to support me! I had the fucking shot!”
Five hung his head and then looked back up with a grin that you immediately wanted to smack off his face. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, cocking his head to the side in a condescending way.
“As your long-suffering partner, of course I support you 100%. But I’m not going to sit there and watch you make an error that could get you or both of us killed.”
You scowled up at him and shook yourself free from his grasp. “That’s a bunch of horse shit and you know it! I had that shot set up perfectly. Just because you can’t handle a little competition does not mean you get to just shove me out of the way like that.”
He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes again. “You did not have it set up perfectly. You would have missed.”
“I would not have,” you spat back between clenched teeth.
“With the way you were aiming and the fact that you hadn’t accounted for wind trajectory and velocity, you absolutely would have missed.”
You threw your hands in the air. “Of course, I factored in the wind trajectory! What do you think I am, a moron?”
“Of course I don’t. Stop being so dramatic.”
“That’s it,” you snapped, turning back to your bag on the bed. “I’ve had enough. I’m asking for a new partner when we get back.”
“Oh, is that right? You’re just going to waltz in there and ask for a new partner?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Because whoever else they can pair me up with has to be better than someone that can’t possibly admit when they’re wrong.”
“Uh-huh,” Five nodded. “You going to ask for a new husband, too, while you’re at it?”
“Maybe I will!”
“I don’t think that’s how that works, darling.”
A few seconds passed and you felt his arms wrap around your middle from behind. He rubbed his face into your hair and kissed your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said, not in the least bit convincingly, and you could feel the smile on his face.
“I don’t think you are.”
He moved your hair away from your neck and kissed the side. “I’m so very, very sorry. And if you come join me in the shower, I can show you how sorry I am.”
You closed your eyes and held your breath for a few seconds before letting it out in a loud exhale. He always knew how to get to you. And how to make you weak for him. But this time you were not going to give in. You were still too pissed.
“No, thank you,” you responded brusquely.
You felt that smirk against your neck again, before he moved down to your collarbone, using his teeth to very gently scrape across it over your shirt. Your mouth pressed together in a straight line as you tried not to give in.
“Please, sweetheart. You know you can’t stay mad at me,” Five mumbled against your neck. “Especially when I saved your life.”
“RAHHH!” You yelled, turning around so quickly that Five stumbled backward in surprise. “You did not save my life or anyone else’s! I had the shot!”
Five ran a hand down his face. “Ok, honey, you had the shot. I clearly don’t know what I’m talking about. Can we move on?”
As you stared at him with rage, you had to remind yourself that you really did love him. He was your husband after all, and it’s not like this is the first time his arrogance had created a rift between you two. And he was right when he said you couldn’t stay mad at him. You knew damn well it was just a matter of hours (probably less) before you’d give in and he’d have you on your back, moaning and crying for him, after accepting his half-ass apology and letting him make it up to you. Because, fuck, he really did know how to make you forget why you were mad at him in the first place.
Even though you were not ready to forgive him quite yet, you couldn’t help looking over his body, and the way that tailored suit fit him just right. Other married couples you knew had lost that lust for each other over the years. But not you two. It was usually part of your work routine to come back to your shithole motel after a day of hard-earned assassinations, and not be able to get one another’s clothes off fast enough. There was something about a loud and rough post-kill fuck that neither of you could get enough of.
You saw that flicker of amusement behind his eyes and a tiny bit of a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and you decided you really were still mad at him. But that anger was turning into something else. Something you could possibly use to your advantage.
Taking a few steps forward, you grabbed his tie in your fist and pulled him roughly into you. “We can absolutely move on. But here’s the thing. I’m still not buying your apology, so you can drop that little act. I do, however, have a way you can make it up to me.”
Five smiled. “And what’s that, love?”
“Get on the bed and I’ll show you.” You tugged harder on his tie. “Now.”
Five raised an eyebrow. He was not used to being ordered around in the bedroom, or anywhere else, for that matter. He did the ordering. You waited to see his reaction.
You could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to play along or counter with his own demands. And truth be told, you’d probably give in immediately if he took charge like usual.
He gave a small nod of assent and you let go of the tie. He sat on the side of the bed and waited for you to direct him.
“Lie down,” you instructed.
Five did as he was told, lying down on the bed, stretched out on his back. That small, smart-ass smile was creeping back again and it was only fueling your desire to dominate him.
You shoved the bag and your gear off the bed and climbed on. You were still dressed in your own matching suit, although yours was fitted and tailored for a woman. Your shoes were kicked off and you threw your blazer to the side and ripped off your tie. Then you straddled Five’s thighs and looked down on him with an overly sweet smile.
“You are all mine, now. Isn’t that right, darling?” you said, using his usual pet name for you.
Five paused but nodded slowly again. “Yes.”
“And you’re going to let me use you however I want to, right?”
His eyebrows creased together and his mouth opened partially. You figured this would be where he would protest. To your surprise, he didn’t. “Yes,” he agreed.
“Such a good boy,” you praised, cocking your head to the side. “But, you know…I just don’t trust you. I think I need a little more assurance that you’re going to stay put.” You dropped the fake smile. “Hands over your head.”
Five hesitated only for a second before he stretched his arms over his head so that his hands were close to the headboard. You scooted your body up a little and grabbed his tie, unknotting it and pulling it out from the collar of his shirt. Wrapping the tie around his wrists and securing it to the headboard, you made sure to make the knot extra tight. You knew, of course, that Five had the same training you did and could easily get out of his restraint. Not to mention his handy superpowers that meant he was nearly impossible to imprison.
He pulled against the tie, but it was secure. He shook his head. “You do have amazing knot-tying skills, my love, but you do know I can just blink out of this, right?”
Of course you knew that, but you just looked down on him with an amused smile. “I don’t think you’ll be doing that.”
“And why not?”
“Because if you do, then you’re not going to be getting anywhere near this pussy tonight. And I know that’s what you’re dying for.”
You gave a little push against his groin while you were straddling him and he groaned quietly.
“So, here’s how this is going to go. You’re going to do everything I say. I get to decide when you’re going to eat me and if or when I’m going to use that big cock of yours. And I don’t really care how you get off, but you better make sure I come first. Understand?”
“Yes,” Five said softly, licking his lips.
With your thighs still hugging either side of his waist, you started to unbutton your shirt, exposing your tits that were spilling over the white lace bra you were wearing. You knew Five loved this bra. He had picked it out for you. And he liked you in white because he liked knowing his assassin wife was dressed like an angel underneath her blood-stained clothes. You were a ruthless killer, just like him, but he knew the real you. Inside you were pure and you loved him unconditionally.
You were still going to torture the hell out of him, though.
Throwing your shirt off to the side, you let him have a good look at you while you ran your hands up your sides and onto your breasts. You squeezed them together and rubbed the tips of your fingers over your hardened nipples. You looked him directly in the eyes and traced your bottom lip with your tongue. Five groaned and you felt his dick come to life under you. When you ground down onto him, he let out another gravelly noise and pushed his hips up; his cock becoming fully hard.
You leaned down and kissed his mouth, pausing to bite at his bottom lip with your teeth before pulling away. His breath began to quicken as you unbuttoned his white dress shirt, tugging the bottom out of his pants and opening it to reveal his chiseled torso. You made a soft whimpering sound and slid the palms of your hands down his chest, over his stomach, and down to his waist. Your hair brushed over his skin as you leaned down to place a line of teasing kisses down his body, starting at his neck and traveling down to his navel. You could taste the salt from his skin and smell his familiar scent that you couldn’t get enough of.
“Oh, Five…do you know how hot you are? The things I want to do to you?”
“Do anything you want. I’m all yours, sweetheart,” he breathed out.
You gave a small shake of your head, like you couldn’t believe he was already acting up for you, and then placed a light slap onto his cheek. “No talking unless I say so. Just lay there and look pretty for me, ok honey?”
Five gave a short laugh, but he shut up and didn’t say anything else. He shifted his body under you and you gave him a squeeze with your thighs. He was all laid out there for you, shirt open and his hands tied behind his head. Usually, you would be the one pinned underneath him, writhing in anticipation. Now things were totally in your control.
After one more aggressive roll of your hips into his, you climbed off the bed to undress yourself the rest of the way. Five watched each movement you made and when you were down to just your white, sheer panties that matched your bra, you smiled when he pulled at the tie again in frustration.
You liked to tease him, but you also had a few other plans in mind, and for that, you needed to be fully nude. Making sure he was watching closely, you shimmied out of your panties and stripped your bra off. Once you were naked, with Five practically salivating at the sight of you, you climbed back on top of him.
You rubbed yourself against his hard cock, trapped beneath the fine material of his dress pants. The firm bulge slid between your legs, adding a delicious amount of friction as you rocked your hips against him a few times. Five closed his eyes and let out a low groan.
“So hard for me already.” You pushed yourself down and he grunted. “I like that.” You tilted your head to the side as you continued to work him over, letting him watch as you humped his clothed cock; grinding down until you were sure it was a mixture of pleasure and pain for him. He hissed through gritted teeth and closed his eyes.
Taking a little bit of pity on the poor old man, and also not wanting to risk the chance that he may just come in his pants, you stopped gyrating on top of him. You moved down a little so that you could have access to the fly of his pants. You slowly unzipped his fly before shoving your hand in, cupping his balls through his boxers, and rubbing your palm over his erection. He was clearly trying to restrain himself, but you could see the way he desperately wanted more. His hips pushed up into your hand as he swallowed hard and sucked in a loud breath.
Five’s head fell back as you pulled his pants and underwear off, leaving them in a pile on the floor with the rest of your clothes. He was left in just his open dress shirt and nothing else, his arms stretched over his head and his hands bound to the headboard. It was the sexiest fucking sight you’d ever seen.
You were on top of him again, this time avoiding the urge to rub yourself on his dick, even though it was tempting as hell. But you wanted him to squirm a little bit more. Instead, you leaned down and kissed him roughly on the mouth, tangling your hand in his hair and pulling hard. Your tongue slipped inside and you sucked at his lips, devouring him. When you gave a severe bite to his lower lip, he winced and jerked against his restraints. You dragged your tongue across, licking up the few drops of blood that had seeped out. Your breath was ragged and loud as you sat back again.
“Sorry, baby,” you breathed out. “I got a little carried away because you’re just so fucking gorgeous. You ok?”
Five looked up at you, breathing hard as one side of his mouth turned up, accentuating the dimple on the side of his cheek. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, licking at the blood, and nodded.  
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good. Because I have plans for that beautiful mouth of yours.”
With that as your warning, you crept up his body until his face was between your legs. On your knees, you grabbed onto the top of the headboard. He couldn’t hold onto you, or adjust his body too much underneath you, but you lowered yourself until you could feel his hot mouth against your wet and aching sex.
Five knew what you liked and how you liked it. He knew how to work you over with his lips and tongue. He moaned into you as he dragged his warm tongue up through your slit, tasting all of you. You whined loudly as you tipped your head back, closing your eyes. Everything felt so damn good; his tongue flicking at your clit, the warm wetness of his mouth as it completely engulfed you, and the stubble from his five o’clock shadow scratching your inner thighs. It was hard to hold back. You wanted to push down harder and start riding his face. As you grasped onto the headboard, you let out a high-pitched noise of frustrated restraint, allowing yourself to thrust onto him a few times before letting up again. After all, you didn’t want to suffocate the poor man. But fuck, it was incredible, and he was slowly driving you insane.
Five hummed, the noise muffled by the constant grinding of your dripping cunt against his mouth.
“Five…oh my god…” you groaned out. “You’re doing so good for me, baby…so fucking good.”
If you had a little bit more clarity about you, you may have noticed him laughing briefly before sucking and licking at you again. He wasn’t missing the irony of you using his usual comments of praise on him.
As you were lost in your own little paradise, you could feel him pushing his hips up, desperate for some sort of contact. You had hardly paid much attention to his cock yet, and he was starting to become a little desperate. You smiled down at him, still rolling your hips against his face.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Keep going just a little longer, ok? Then I’ll give you what you want.”
You almost laughed at yourself. You really could not believe he was letting you get away with this. You expected him to blink out of his restraints at any second, appearing behind you before fucking you ferociously, all while reminding you who was really in charge. Instead, he continued letting you call the shots. And he sure as hell didn’t seem to be minding it.
Reaching behind you, you gave him one slow stroke up his hard shaft, making him momentarily lose concentration.
“Oh, fuuuck…” he groaned out. The words vibrated against you and you followed it with your own moan.
Which gave you an idea. You climbed off of Five’s face, letting him get in a couple of good gulps of air, while you repositioned yourself over him again; this time facing the opposite direction. You leaned forward, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a teasing lick around the head. When he made another desperate noise, you could feel the exhale of his breath against your wet pussy as you hovered over him.
“Do you want me to suck your dick, baby? Would that feel good?” you asked sweetly, giving it another lick up the side.
You felt another hiss of air against your skin. “God, yes,” he breathed out.
“Alright, I can do that for you. But you better keep eating me out, because if you stop, I stop. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, got it,” he whined and you smirked at his obvious need.
When your lips wrapped around his girth and slid down the shaft, slowly and deliberately, his hips thrust up into your face, making you swallow the entire thing, the head driving down your throat. As you began to gag and pull back, he relaxed back onto the bed. You removed your mouth and glanced back over your shoulder.
“If you do that again, you’re not going to get anything at all. So hold. Still,” you warned, squeezing his dick slightly just to remind him who was calling the shots.
There was a quiet huff of frustration, but he didn’t argue. When your mouth was back on him, he kept still, just like you instructed. You felt his tongue flick inside of your dripping hole as he lapped into you and you pushed your backside into him again. As long as he continued to mouth fuck you how you wanted, you continued to suck his dick. It was hard to concentrate and every time he moaned, you did it back in response because it made it that much hotter. The longer you worked his cock over, and the longer he ate you out, the more you wanted to feel him inside you.
Taking your mouth off of him, you moved again, turning around so you were facing him, kneeling between his legs. Five’s mouth was red and swollen, glistening and wet. His chest was heaving with the effort of trying to catch his breath after you were sitting on his face and from the amazing blow job you had just been giving him. You were panting, too, and you ran your hands down his torso as you started to straddle his waist. When you leaned down to kiss him, you grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled his head back.
“God, I love you, Five,” you snarled, before you were back to kissing him roughly again, sliding your tongue inside.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he groaned against your lips.
“I want to fuck you so badly right now. Do you want that? Want to sink your rock-hard cock into my tight hole that’s only for you?”
Five nodded, looking into your eyes with the desperation of a man who was on the edge. “Shit, yes, baby…I want you to fuck me.”
You pulled your mouth to the side and shook your head. You lined yourself up with his dick, rubbing your wet slit up and down, making him suck in a loud breath and close his eyes.
“Before I let that delicious dick inside, I need one more little thing from you, ok?”
He nodded slowly again, trying to thrust up into you, but you held tight. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Just…god damn it…what is it?”
You leaned in close to his face, your mouth less than an inch from his, and you grinned wickedly. “Admit I had the shot.”
Five was silent as he took that in, but his eyebrows furrowed together. “Excuse me?”
You tugged at his hair again and slid your slick folds over his shaft. Five grunted. “You heard me. All you have to do is admit I had the shot and that you just wanted it for yourself. Then I promise that I’ll ride you like a fucking bronco until you're filling me up with your cum. It’s so easy,” you cooed with fluttering eyelashes and a sweet smile.
The only sounds in the room were those of your collective, ragged breaths as you both waited each other out. It was a standoff. But you were pretty sure you had the upper hand. There’s no way he was going to be able to hold out.
He breathed out a long, loud exhale. “Fine. You had the shot.”
You smiled. “And?”
“And I just wanted it for myself,” he said quietly and clearly unhappily.
“So, you admit that I know what I am doing and you, Five Hargreeves, are not the only one out there that has a brain?”
Five growled, his teeth clenched together and his body jerking beneath you. “Yes! Fuck! I admit it…I told you! You were right, I was wrong. Now please…just fuck me!” His voice cracked with his begging.
You brought your hand down, tracing the lines of his jaw. “Thank you, my love. That’s all I wanted.” You gave him another patronizing smack on the cheek, this one just a little harder than you had before, which you only just realized a second too late. His head turned to the side with the force of it and a light pink mark was left in its wake.
His eyes flashed with that steeliness you had seen from him many times in the past. That darkness that would come over him when he would look at you like the prey he was about to consume. A small smile formed on his face, his dimple peeking through and creating a contrast of severity and innocence as he looked you dead in the eyes. Your pulse quickened at the sight and suddenly you weren’t feeling so in control anymore.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said slowly in that dangerous voice of his. “I think we’re done with this game.”
You swallowed loudly. You didn’t think you could have gotten any wetter than you already were, but you were proven wrong when you felt a rush between your legs as your breath hitched in your throat.
There was one more second of eye contact before you were collapsing onto the bed on all fours, a flash of blue surrounding you, and Five’s body no longer beneath yours. There was no time to register what was happening before you felt strong hands on either side of your hips, pulling your ass back while you cried out in surprise. There was also no time before Five’s hard cock was slamming inside of you in one thrust. His hand gripped your hair as he started fucking you.
“Five!” you exclaimed, inhaling a stuttering breath as he continued to rail into you. “That’s too…oh, fuck…keep going.”
You heard a quiet laugh from behind you, right before your body was tugged upward by your hair, and Five’s mouth was on your neck, his harsh breath warming your already hot skin. His other hand snaked around to finger your throbbing clit and you tipped your head back with a pleading whine.
“Oh god…yes, Five…please…”
“Fuck, I love to hear you beg for me. Keep going...beg me to let you come on my dick. Beg for my cum inside you."
"Ahh...please, Five..." you could hardly think of words or any coherent thoughts as he kept driving himself inside you. "...please...come inside me!"
"That's what I needed...you're always so good for me," he said tenderly next to your ear before pressing harder into you with his fingers and rubbing circles against you.
Damn it, he always knew how to get to you. It had been a fun game while it lasted, but you both knew this was what you really wanted. To be dominated and praised by him. To be owned by him.
You came for him, just like he wanted, crying out his name and trembling against his body as he held you to him with all of his strength. He followed soon after, groaning into your neck and shoulder; his face pressed into you as he emptied himself inside you with long, pumping shudders of his hips against your ass.
When you were both left panting for air, skin damp and bodies weak, he moved from behind you and you laid down on your side. Five fell onto his back, his chest still working for air as he looked over at you with a smile that you returned. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss.
“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me,” he smirked.
You scoffed. “I had you begging for me and you confessed to being a big liar!”
Five shrugged. “Confessions given under coercion are considered false and inadmissible in court. I think you know that. Therefore, I admit nothing.”
Your mouth hung open for a second and your eyes narrowed. “I swear to god, Five, I really am going to get a new part—”
He cut you off with a kiss and a gentle hand on the side of your face. When you pulled away his smile had evolved from arrogant to sweet and loving. He stroked your cheek and lips with his thumb.
“You know I love you more than anything in the world and I would never do anything to get in your way or to try and make you look bad. You are my amazing, sexy, smart, bad-ass wife who can do everything I can do and more. So, I swear to you when I say—”
“I know,” you said quietly with a nod. “I was going to miss, wasn’t I?”
He kissed you again. “Maybe. Maybe not. But when it comes to you, I’m not taking any chances.”
You nodded again. “I know that. And I couldn’t ask for a better partner or husband than you.” Then you grinned. “But if you knock me in the dirt again, you’re going to pay with more than just your hands tied over your head and a little slap to the face. Understand?”
Five laughed. “Fair enough. But you never know…I might like it.”
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anaargent · 6 months ago
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ANOTHER FIVE PT 2
FIVE HARGREEVESXREADER
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parte 1 aqui -> https://www.tumblr.com/anaargent/758436879965274112/the-heaven-is-here?source=share
-Ookay - you say after a long pause, your hands tightly clasped with the new five, who after ending the confusion stated that everything was wrong in this timeline - so shouldn't I be in this line?
-Almost that - he says, still sitting on the couch next to you - you shouldn't be on that five's timeline - with a tone of disdain on his tongue, he points to his five, who was now in commission mode activated, keeping a safe distance from his clone - by the way, you don't look anything like me, I must say my dear.
Five glares at the other, the gears in his head turning, perhaps debating between hitting the clone or listening to him
-so where is she supposed to be, genius? - Diego asks confused, with a defensive tone. Everyone seemed to exist with all the information.
-Max - the new five says unperturbed, his personality was almost as unfriendly as the five from the first Apocalypse - She's part of my timeline, where no disappearance happened.
-So how the hell are you here and she is too "Max"?- Five approaches cautiously - how are we going to trust you?
- As much as I would love to, we don't have time to strengthen relationships here, little brother - Max says smiling as he gets up, pulling me with him - apparently you're not smarter than my family either, so I advise you to hurry up and look for Viktor and Ben, you're coming with me, dear - his tone became softer as he turned to me.
Klaus and Diego stand up together, ready to protest. -Whoa, wait a moment - you say, planting your feet on the ground - where am I going? How will I know you're telling me the truth.
Max keeps a calm look - You'll need to trust me, just like you trusted him - he points to Five. After a few minutes of discussion and a farewell too brief to calm his mind, everyone was ready to try to save the world once again. - Stay sober and take care of yourself - you sniff as you pull away from Klaus' hug, who murmurs a sad "I promise but I don't know if I'll keep my word" - and you too, brother - you jump into Diego's open arms, who was trying his best not to be shaken by the sudden separation.
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-So this is the plan? I'm just going to swallow that shiny thing into the void and that's it? - You mumble in confusion, already sitting in the strange subway with Max - Does it all end?
He turns around smiling, a hint of nostalgia filling his beautiful eyes (focus s/n! This has happened before) - Everything ends, the timelines will be separated, everyone in their places, and you with me.
You let out a nervous laugh and look away from the intense look he gave you to the extremely interesting subway window - It doesn't make sense - You turn back to him - How did I end up on the wrong line?
-Believe me, I've been looking for this answer for years, but you're here now- he answers in a melancholic tone, there was more behind those words, but for now you decide not to press this new five, who seemed more fractured by time than the five you know, as if he had already seen too much of this world, and maybe he had .
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You were standing in front of what looked like a huge slimy ball, with a deformed face and long fingers. Scared wouldn't be an accurate word for what you were feeling right now. Closing your eyes, you put your hands on the ground, where the roots of the giant slide spread everywhere, feeling them move over your fingers. "Come on, girl," you murmured nervously. "It's all or nothing."
Then you felt an intense pain take over your body, tearing your skin to rise to the surface, opening the great void and swallowing everything in that damned mall. Everything was a blurry memory, the void sucking the Durango completely, draining all your strength. When you opened your eyes, you gathered the courage to smile tiredly. It was over, your family was saved. Exhaustion finally set in, taking what was left. You prepared to hit the ground and surrender to the void. But you felt soft hands hold your body, lifting you from the cold floor, pulling you out of unconsciousness.
-You got it my lovely little wife, now let's go home - Max smiled proudly as he wrapped the girl in front of him with his arms devotedly. watching you smile lightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.
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kaybreezy3000 · 3 months ago
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Inside of You ~A Five Hargreeves / Female reader insert request
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(5714 words) Rated Mature for sexually explicit content.
While joining Five for family night at his brother's house, he gives you an unexpected treat to add to the fun, ending the night by leaving you feeling more loved than you ever thought was possible.
Warnings and more summary: Five and Reader are adults, Smutty smut, Cock warming, Dom Five, cocky Five and sweet vulnerable Five, s4 setting-assuming that all that sort of went down only with a twist in brief mention that Five in the end saved the day (because he's the man of course and I can't do it any other way), also Lila and Five never got stuck in the subway-so no worries on triggers for that-pretending that didn't happen, this one's all about you and Five 😉
2 days ago, Anonymous asked:
Hi! Thank you, that other fic was amazing! Can I request maybe a dom five smut where he's really cocky at how quickly he can make the reader cum, maybe with overstimulation and cock warming? Thank you!
Answer: Sure, here you go. 😊😉 TY for the kind words.
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Inside of You
“Mommy!!! Daddy! we can’t sleep!”
“Me either!” Grace yelled.
“Bloody hell.” Looking tired, Lila glared at Diego. After finally agreeing on a movie to watch, it had only been quiet for about thirty minutes into the film, and this was the third time a little voice had called out, needing something.
“I’ll take Grace this time, if you take the twins,” Diego grumbled, already getting up. Stomping down the hall towards the kid’s bedrooms like a dad sized Godzilla, he turned back, looking at Five as he said, “I know you two kids are getting serious, or you never would have subjected her to one of our family nights, so I’m going to give you a little piece of advice. Unless you want to be interrupted every five minutes for the rest of your life, put a rubber on it.”
Casually swirling his drink between his legs as he sat there across from you on their couch, Five’s usual mask indifference was the only reply Diego got, but as soon as they were gone, he turned his attention to you, a playful smirk making him look so handsome but also so characteristically smug and dick-ish.
He knew that he didn’t need to wear a rubber with you, but he’d also made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t opposed to somewhere down the road performing the act of breeding with you with the intent of starting a family, not just to get you screaming his name.
All night long, Five had been looking at you like he was up to something, and knowing he was probably up to no good, you decided to stay in your chair on the other side of the room.
He quirked a dark brow at you, and his dimple deepened. Leaning back, his thighs spreading wide, undeterred, Five padded his lap. “Join me?”
A rush of wetness leaked between your legs from just looking at him over there, dressed in his slim-fitted dress shirt with his long silk tie dangling down between his legs.
You knew about the Hargreeves family and their powers and how they’d saved the world multiple times. Everyone knew about them after they averted The Cleanse, but even so, you swore Five’s real power was not in his ability to blink, or time travel, or in how he and a deli full of other versions of him had figured out how to destroy new elemental forces that were set to bring on the end of the world. His gift wasn’t even in his ability to have a cocky answer to everything.
No. All that was true, but Five’s real power was in how easily he could take away your ability to think of anything other than pleasing him, all with nothing but one of his mischievous smiles.
As if drawn to him by a magical force, you stood up, coming his way as you anxiously ran your hands down the front of your skirt to press out the invisible wrinkles.
As soon as you were within arm’s reach, Five reeled you in fast, knocking you off balance, making you land on top of his thighs, straddling him, face to face. The second you were touching him, he nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling deeply.
“I love when you wear these girly little skirts, and the way you smell,” he whispered as you delighted in the sensation of his lips pressing against your skin, and your bare thighs resting against the softness of his wool dress pants.
Springs, squeaking from two very naughty twins jumping on their beds down the hall, accompanied by the sound of glass smashing, and Diego and Lila simultaneously swearing, your head swung that way.
“Sounds like they might be busy awhile,” Five chuckled as he continued placing slow kisses in a carefully charted line along your throat.
Unable to help yourself, you tilted your head to the side, giving him more skin to work with as your hands ran up his arms, your fingers digging into his shoulders, shaking him a little. Your mouth dropped open. “We really shouldn’t- “
“Shooooosh.” Five laughed, cutting you off as his hand slid up your thigh, moving under your skirt. When his mouth reached your collar bone, he started sucking, making the blood rise to the surface of your skin.
Forgetting any argument you had about why this wasn’t a good idea, a soft moan fell from your lips. The feel of Five’s semi hard cock under you had you craving more friction between your legs, so you began to rock your body against him. The movement got Five growling so cutely in response, but it was the painful points of his teeth biting into you where your neck met your shoulder that made your entire body go completely still.
His firm hand moved further up your leg, blazing a predatory trail of warning along the creamy span of your flesh. Then one of his fingers glided along your underwear, playing along the slightly damped slit splitting the mounds of your arousal.
“So wet for me already, sweetheart. You are too easy,” he mocked, his lips spreading in a wicked smile against your neck.
With that shit, you no longer cared that Five’s brother’s family, all seven of them when you included Lila’s parents, were on the other side of the house. All you could think about was that unbelievably sexy jerk who was laughing at you for wanting to jump his bones.
Five wasn’t wrong. You never could get enough of him. You’d been dating for months, but almost as soon as you’d taken your flirtations past antagonizing each other daily while in passing, and into the more physical joys of getting to know each other, as soon as his hands were on you, a desperation like you’d never experienced before felt like it was going to consume you if you didn’t have him.
“Please, Five,” you moaned.
Giving in, Five’s fingers shifted the thin swath of material covering you to the side, so he could slide his finger up and down your soaking folds. Your breaths soon turned to pants as his thumb found your clit, circling the spot over and over.
Your forehead limply fell to Five’s shoulder. His erection was so hard underneath you, and as pathetic as it was, you were about to beg for him to take you, right there, hard and fast, on someone else’s couch, when you could be walked in on at any second.
To your relief, he seemed to be thinking what you were thinking because his thumb moved away, and just as fast, he was gripping your embarrassingly wet underwear.
“These need to go,” he gently whispered in your ear, just as he tore the small piece of lace from your body.
Your startled yelp was quickly followed by the sound of Five unzipping his trousers and your shocked state was made no better when his cock sprang free.
Knowing Five could blink you both out of there if you couldn’t finish fast enough, you eagerly attempted to rise to mount him, but he stopped you, gripping your hips, so he could forcefully turn you, so you were sitting on his lap, facing away from him. Your sudden change in position momentarily threw you off balance, but as soon as his hands gripped the outside of your thighs and his lips found your neck again, it grounded you to him.
The tips of Five’s fingers dug into your backside, his palms against your thighs as he urged your hips to move. He’d purposefully wedged his cock between your legs from underneath, and the sight of it being long enough to protrude out from between your thighs, making a little tent in the fan of your skirt, had you cursing under your breath.
Reaching around, Five flipped his hand under the frill of your skirt, and started in again, pleasuring you, only this time by pressing the warm tip of his cock against your clit.
From there, you fell into a smooth rhythm, of you doing the moving, and him letting you use him to get off.
You knew this couldn’t go on. You could hear your hosts tell their kids that this was it; we aren’t coming back in here even if Godzilla comes out of your closet!
You were dying to get Five as excited as you, to suck his dick, to have him fuck you properly, anything to have him inside you, but to your dismay, he didn’t seem to want that.
With what he’d been through with being trapped and alone, and being used and abused, over and over, normally all it took was the go ahead from you, and that chocolate haired menace would be slamming his dick inside you, grinning ear to ear, looking every bit the horny young man he was, while also proving he was the old deprived soul he claimed to be.
Five was always a paradox of extremes, but when he was with you in bed, he was like a man possessed, hell bent on making up for lost time. That was what you were used to. Not this…this poorly timed patience.
As soon as you started shifting your body up and down with any real spunk, Five’s hands flew to your hips, forcing you to slow your grinding.
“And they say I’m the one who has no impulse control,” he breathed in your ear, which earned him a frustrated groan. His chuckled laugh rumbled along your back, but again, he gave in, seemingly listening to your silent plea.
Removing his hand between your legs, Five readjusted your position, leaning back into the couch. He gripped your hips and lifted you, so you were hovering over him. After lining you up to his length, he slowly guided your body down.
He let out the sexiest sounding hiss of satisfaction as his slicked length impaled you.
You mewed and thrashed as the thick head of his cock came to a stop when your ass pressed back down in his lap. You couldn’t stay still. “Holy ff-ah-ck, Five!” you quietly stuttered as you moved up a little, only to fall back down when your legs went weak, causing the fullness of his cock to overwhelm you all over again.
Adjusting himself so the angle of his dick wasn’t quite as jarring had you both panting breaths of relief, but your quiet exclamations were still coming out much more panicked sounding than his. 
Again, when you tried to move, Five wouldn’t let you, going so far as to wrap his arms around your waist, causing you to have to lean back against him, fully flush.
“Don’t move,” he warned.
You felt helpless, like you were nothing more than an object put there for Five to use as he pleased, and as messed up as that was, that idea and reality of it happening was making you so aroused it hurt.
At the new sounds of Diego and Lila talking in the kitchen, only a room away, and the popping of popcorn, you were so wound up, just waiting for Five to take you over the edge, and end this, that your body started to tremble. You started rolling your hips, but Five’s hands gripped you tighter, insistently keeping you still.
“We tired the little beasts out this time! We’ll be right out,” Diego’s annoyed voice floated from the kitchen.
To that, you tried to get up, but Five held you tight with one arm, the other reaching for the throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch, covering you both like he planned on staying right there, and he confirmed as much when he said, “I think it’s time I give you a lesson in delayed gratification.”
When he shifted to better kiss your cheek, his cock buried snugly, ended up shifting too, and that didn’t help delay anything you were feeling. You let out a little whine from that reminder of how good it felt having Five moving inside you.
Five adjusted your thighs, spreading you wide, and getting even more aggravated, and knowing he wasn’t going to let up on this, you rapidly started bouncing up and down, your breathy moans of exertion bitten back by your teeth studding into your lower lip.
Behind you, Five’s body tensed each time you tried to fuck yourself down on his cock. Thinking you could get him to see the light, you reached back, running your fingers through his hair in way that usually made him turn into a mindless puddle of goo, but to that, he only started in again, peppering kisses to the nap of your neck, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Letting you do all the work, only not very successfully with the way he had you detained, he moved his hold to your breasts, groping them through your shirt.
“What are you doing!” you huffed at him as you wriggled. He was still refusing to thrust himself up into you, even though you were wildly kicking your heels into his shins like he was a racehorse you were trying to get moving for the win at the finish line.
“I’m enjoying you to the fullest, but I promise I’ll make it worth it if you’re a good girl and you warm my cock until I say you can please me differently,” he calmly explained while dragging the tip of his nose along your hairline.
The feeling of his fingers skimming under your skirt left you burning up in confusion as your skin tickled with the prickle of goosebumps. You could feel the coil inside of you tightening with every second that this denial went on.
Five always felt so fucking amazing, and the things he did to you were, just wow…but holy hell! All he needed to do was… 
“Fuck me, Five! Please!” you begged, but he didn’t move, and not being allowed to do more than torment yourself, you defeatedly stopped fighting and flopped back against him.
Of course, that was when he started rocking his hips needily, pounding up into you, doing it hard enough to make the legs of the couch cry out in protest.
Your body strained as waves of arousal washed through you, making it feel like the temperature in the room had just increased by a zillion degrees. Your muscles squeezed around his shaft, trying to make him cum, so you could at least get the satisfaction of milking him dry before they came back.
Not having it, stopping completely, Five said your name in a very strained voice, followed by a hot puff of air blowing past your ear. “I told you to behave, and be my pretty little cockwarmer, and now look what you made me do, you willful little brat.” Five grunted so annoyingly adorably as he proceeded to rock shallow thrusts of his cock into you while you squirmed in his lap.
You were so turned on now as he attempted to punish you in your favorite way, your cries of pleasure rose with each tug and push of his dick. “Daddy, I am sorry. I need it! I need you,” you whimpered.
You gasped as the heels of Five’s shiny black shoes dug into the floor and his dick bottomed out, making it feel like he’d just stabbed you in the stomach.
Pushing his hands into your abdomen, feeling his own cock inside you, tearing you apart, Five’s hips stilled again, making you take it. You felt a pulse of excitement quiver up his length as aching pain filled you, and the breath you’d been holding came out in a flood of fucks.
Five opened his mouth, his warm breath hitting your ear as he started to say something, but he was interrupted by the loud beep of the microwave, and Lila talking about him. “That demented little pervert better not be trying to screw that poor girl on our couch.”
That snapped you out of your daze and both your backs stiffened. The smell of buttery popcorn wafted your way as Diego’s shadow began moving down the hall in your direction.
Your face felt like it was on fire as you moved to get off Five before they caught you, but to your horror, his fingers tightened on your rib cage, digging in so hard that you couldn’t help it when you started laughing uncontrollably.
“Stay put,” he ordered as he attacked you.
You whipped your head around, your eyes wild. “Are you crazy?”
“Yes,” he said, totally straight faced, then he gingerly kissed your shoulder, and removed his hands from under your clothes, just as Diego came around the corner with Lila right behind him.
It was impossible to ignore that Five’s length was still rock hard inside of you. You were frozen like a deer trapped in the headlights, but that asshole just sat there and nonchalantly plucked at the cuff of his shirt sleeve, glancing at his watch, like he was irritated they had taken so long.
You were torn between getting up and putting as much distance between you and him as possible, or proving that he wasn’t the only bat shit crazy one, by staying there to finish what he’d started and making it to where you both were never asked to come over for family night again.
“Sorry. Like I said, kids are-” Diego started, then he paused, eying the blanket wrapped around your laps. He raised his eyebrows to the ceiling. “Well, well, well… You guys look cozy.”
Smiling innocently, Five pulled the blanket around you a little, making it cover a little more of your legs, but it still wasn’t long enough to hide that you were basically sitting not just between his legs, but on his lap.
Giving Five the stink eye, Lila smiled just as fake as him, then sat down in her recliner. “Here,” she said, reaching back, offering you the larger afghan in her hand.
She was way too far away for you to reach it, and not at all thinking, you started to rise, but at the feel of Five’s cock slipping out of you, you quickly sat back down. Your eyes felt like they may have rolled back in your head, and your neck turned a million shades pinker from the feel of it. Also paying for that mistake, you heard and felt Five let out a sharp intake of breath.
“What’s the problem?” Lila asked, scowling at him.
“Just throw it over,” Five angrily grumbled at her, and your stomach quivered from the deep tenor of his voice, and your walls reactively clenched around him, trying to prolong the feeling.
Clearly aware something was up, coming over, taking the blanket, before either you, or Five, did something stupid, Diego kindly handed you the blanket and then Five the bowl of popcorn he’d bought for you to share.
“You think you two kids can be good and watch the rest of this movie?” Diego questioned, “Or do you want to call it a night?”
“We’re good. Start it back up,” Five cooly replied, and again, just the feel of his body inside yours as he spoke was making it hard for you to resist moving your hips. How he could act so relaxed was beyond you. You felt like you were going to burst at the seams, and when he leaned forward to set the bowl on the coffee table you almost came right then and there.
What the hell was he doing!!!!!!!
As the TV screen came to life, there was no way your mind could go back to the romantic comedy that was playing, not with Five moving himself, and you down, laying so your heads were resting on one of the end pillows. His warm, heavy cock slipped in and out from the motion, giving you the slightest friction from the adjustment, but just as fast, with one deliberate thrust, burying himself full deep again, he had you. “Oh! Shoooo.....ooot,” you accidentally cried out, quickly acting like you had your hair tangled under him in a way that hurt. 
Pretending like he was unaware of what he'd done, Five kicked his shoes off, and his feet joined yours at the other end of the couch.
“Isn’t this nice?” he whispered in your ear, and again, Lila glanced your way, but this time, you swore you saw her trying to hold in a smile.  
You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing. The joy in Five’s voice proved he was thrilled, and that he knew just what he was doing to you, which was driving you insane.
Laying there, mostly hidden under the blankets, Five moved his arm that was draped over your body, his fingers soothingly moving along your side, then your stomach, up and down, over and over.
It felt amazing. This was so sneaky and dirty, but still, you’d never felt anything even remotely like this. All you think about was him. All you could feel was him.
As Five slowly caressed your body, every so often your hips would reactively start moving. You pushed your butt against him, trying to increase the sensation, and just that tiniest movement would make you want to cry because it felt so good.
Planting his feet on the arm rest, doing you even more dirty, Five slowly began to work his hips, fucking his cock into you, so shallow and so agonizing slow. Letting go, you shut your eyes, your pinched breaths falling into cadence with his.
Creeping his hand between your legs, Five was greeted with the fresh wash of wetness of his making. “I could hold you like this forever,” he whispered with his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
His loving words and the feeling of what he was doing made it feel like you were being lit on fire. You were sure that you were glowing with Five’s ethereal aura of blue light, and he was about to blink you out of there, but that didn’t happen.
Instead, gripping your hips to prevent you from grinding back against him, he stopped rutting himself against you.
“Perfect little cockwarmer,” he breathed, so quietly, only you could hear it.
As he worked a single finger, back and forth across your clit, the only sign something was going on over on the couch was the soft, wet sound of movement, but it was too quiet for Diego or Lila to hear it. That was until Five hooked his finger, dragging it up and down even faster. Holding the blanket away from you, so they couldn’t see the quick thrusts of his wrist, the quietest whimper crept from your lips.
Diego looked your way for a second, but Five had already stopped moving his hand, so his brother looked away again, and turned up the volume on the TV. When Five pulled his hand back out from under the blankets, your shamefully slicked thighs helplessly clamped together in protest, then he brought his finger to your mouth, pulling at your bottom lip.
“Open,” he quietly demanded, peering down at you with a glint of fondness in his darkened eyes.
Not wanting him to draw more attention to the fact that you weren’t just sprawled out, spooning on their couch like you appeared to be, you did as he asked, and Five slid himself inside your mouth, the weight of his finger firmly pressing down on your tongue.
“Suck,” he breathed.
Obeying him again, your lips closed, and you were met with the taste of your own lust.
Debasing you as he discretely fucked your mouth with his pussy-soaked finger, Five’s cock twitched with excitement. He was so hard, that he was throbbing. You knew that he had to be out of his mind by then, but then just like that, he pulled his hand away from your mouth and he reached for the bowl of popcorn, instead.
You were going to die.
Yup. This was it. You were dead. Klaus was going to end up being your only company.
On purpose or not, you weren’t sure, bringing a handful back, Five dropped a piece of the puffed corn, and it fell on the couch cushion right next to your face. Going all in with Five in this madness, you shuffled our hand out from under the blankets and popped it in your mouth, chewing angrily.
“I hate you,” you murmured, and Five kissed your temple in reply, then he continued to crunch on his salty treat.
At this point, it had been over a half hour with his cock inside you, stretching your walls, but hardly moving. You were so beside yourself, and you weren’t sure which you wanted to do more, kiss him silly, or slap him sillier. Both seemed like viable options, and knowing Five, he’d enjoy it way too much one way or another.
By the time the movie ended, Five had been quiet for the last thirty minutes, and so had you. You could feel his breathing, deep and slow, as if he was sleeping. When you’d looked back at him, even before the credits had rolled, his eyes were closed, his thick lashes laying in stark contrast to his flawlessly pale cheeks.
He was so beautiful.
Wanting to be with him, even in sleep, you closed your eyes too.
“Should I wake him up so he can get her home?” Diego whispered a few minutes later.
Lila’s reply was just as quiet. “No. Let him have this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that evil little ghoul look so peaceful.”
The sounds of Diego and Lila turning the movie off, and the click of the lights going out, were followed by their feet, treading down the hall towards their bedroom.
You were sure that at some point during all that, you’d feel Five’s dick softening, but you hadn’t. You were also sure that he was out, sleeping just like they thought he was. Then, suddenly, the floor felt like it was dropping out from under you. You were floating through space, crashing through time and space, then thrown back into reality, met with the chill of cold blankets under your back.
Clinging to Five, even though his weight was holding you down, head spinning in a way that wasn't enough to make you sick, but was still plenty alarming, you shivered from head to toe.
Looking around, you realized you were back in Five’s apartment.
“Don’t worry, that feeling will go away in a minute,” he apologized. “You did so good, sweetheart. Now it’s time for your reward.” He pulled out of you, leaving your body bucking, and your cunt spasming from the loss of him filling your hole.
One second, illuminated by nothing other than the dim light filtering in through his bedroom blinds, Five was kneeling between your legs, tearing off his shirt, throwing his tie off in the darkness, and the next, you were blinded by a flash of light and he was back, totally naked, having ditched his pants and socks.
Bearing down on you with his dick bobbing against you, Five frantically worked your shirt up over your head. Once exposed, his lips came crashing down against yours.
“Five, please,” you whimpered as his tongue pushed inside your mouth. You couldn’t take it anymore.
Moving his kisses down your neck, then to your chest, giving your nipples each a few hot licks, Five braced himself on his forearms, then mounted your clit with his mouth, violently and relentlessly sucking you off.
The sloppy sound of him eating you out, and the heat of his breathy growls against your clit, sent jolts of electricity through you. Gripping his messy hair, you forced his face down harder, and Five took it like you knew he would, lapping at you, his tongue and teeth and his whole face fucking you delirious.
He was so fucking good at this, and you were so swollen from hours of him toying with you that all it took was less than a minute and your thighs were quivering around his youthfully smooth cheeks.
“Yes, Five, yeeeesssss!” you wailed as you came, seeing stars as your body writhed and twisted in his sheets and your walls tightened over and over, getting nothing but the empty ghost of him that had been there before. “Five…” you cried, tears streaming from your eyes as you looked down at the dark-haired boy who was giving you a misty-eyed look of his own that was so loving and broken it only made you want him more than you already did.
Barely a moment passed, and you were flipped over, blinked around in the other direction, and Five was entering you, fucking you with a messy pace, so hard and angrily as he slapped your ass, over and over, not hard, but hard enough. “That’s it, baby,” he growled in your ear as he draped himself over your back, using your arm to pull you up from the mattress. “You’re warming daddy’s cock so well.”
At that point, you could only repeat the words please and fuck like a broken record playing a background song of a porno. When Five finally let you drop back down to the mattress and his tightened balls started slapping into your body even harder from the momentum of him fucking you, your hands immediately balled into fists, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were clinging to the bedsheets.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he praised, “Daddy is going to fill you like the perfect little cock warmer you are.”
Again, you were thrown into space, your entire body feeling like it was being ripped apart, then slammed back together in a blast of blinding light that left tingles zipping up and down your spine and your eyes darting around, trying to understand what had happened.
Slamming you back down on his mattress as you both landed, falling from his portal, but with your body flipped the other way again, Five moved his hand under your thighs, pulling you to him. Once positioned, he gripped himself, giving his entire length a few long strokes.
“All I have ever wanted was this,” he whispered as he slid inside you, letting out a hissed, fuck as his jaw dropped open.
You could feel nothing but every slow thrust of him pushing deep inside you. You could hear nothing but the sound of your heart beating in your ears and the contented moans coming from his gently parted lips.
Rocking his hips harder and faster, Five jerked his head back, trying to whip his hair from his eyes. Looking utterly shattered, completely focused on you, his eyes narrowed with a darkness that you feared would always haunt him, but you weren’t scared of it, or him. 
Lifting you from the bed, thwacking his body into yours, he let the bulbous tip of his cock fuck into you just right, before he’d fuck you balls deep again, making you cry out his name even louder.
With the pattern he’d was laying into you, your second orgasm hit you fast and hard, turning your entire body into a warm pool of nothing, and Five followed you right after, his breathy groans and grunts sweet and innocent as he started to fill you.
You purred into his pillow as you felt the hot trickle of his fresh cum running out of you as he moved his hips, shifting back and forth, trying to coax more out of his orgasm and yours by not stopping even though he was spent.
This was your favorite part about sex with Five, him never giving in, of him falling down on you after you fucked, his breathy declarations of love softly caressing your senses as he kissed you sloppily, any where his lips could reach as he rut out his high.
Once the room was no longer filled with the sounds of you both blissfully losing yourself in the other, and the wet slow slap of skin-on-skin came to a stop. Five could no longer pump his softening cock inside you, but still, proudly knowing that he’d drawn out this moment he’d created to the absolute fullest, he finally pulled out, admiring his hot seed as it drizzled out of you until he reached for his shirt, carefully and gently whipping you down.
Reaching for him, Five was silent as he lay himself behind you with his sweat covered chest pressed to your back.
There was no need for words to say what doing this with you meant to him. You knew.
Five may seem all self-assured most of the time, but somewhere inside him there would always be that lost boy who desperately craved the warm feeling of human touch and the feeling of what it meant to be loved that he’d been denied for so long. Your heart felt so full. Out of everyone it could have been, he’d chosen you to finally have this with.
There was no one else like Five Hargreeves, and he was yours, and you were his, and you kissed the top of the hand that he had clinging to yours, for good measure, just in case he needed more proof of your devotion.
The quiet of the room remained, and you were lost in sleepy thoughts of happy things when suddenly your eyes popped open.
“Five? Where are my underwear?”
His adorable titter of boyish laughter shook you, then the cool feeling of his comforter fell over your bodies, and he threw a leg over yours, ensuring you couldn’t get away.
“Nothing says I am the dirty old pervert Lila said I was than the sight of your torn up panties laying on their couch in the morning. I just thought while I was taking full ownership of your heart, and your sweet pussy with my magical dick, I’d own up to that title too.”
“Five!”
Still chuckling, he snuggled himself into you, his smile plastered to the back of your neck as he breathed you in.
Within minutes of you stroking your hand along his arm that was still holding you tight, Five’s body relaxed into your touch. 
He did own your heart and he knew it.
With your eyes drooping, and a soft sigh, you both slipped away-together, warm, and safe and loved.
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