#number five

[little-forest-goblin]

Lol i cant do this today im crying laughing 😂

all the Deli Fives: *trying to figure out how to fix the timeline and stop the apocalypse*

Brisket Five in the kitchen:

[oi-52]

[laurrelise]

s4 writers: five literally said it himself. how can you change him when he specifically said he doesn’t change. no fair

[hansodax]

Something poetic about owning 5 Fives. S1-S4

[4raykage]

I love Klaus so much 4️⃣🩵

[meowiemari]

AWWWWWWWW

First ~ A Five Hargreeves/Female Reader Insert request

Nov. 16 Anonymous asked:

Hellooooo please can you write a soft dom five smut where it's the readers first time? (Female reader if that's okay :))

(4914 word one-shot, Rated Mature for explicit sexual content)

Notes/Tags/Warnings: neither are minors, Virginity, Smut, Dominance-Control, Surrender, Acceptance.

First

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It had finally happened. You met that special someone that made you feel complete, like without them by your side, a part of you would be missing. All it took was Five giving you one of his adorable smiles, or him saying a witty comment to get you to laugh, and your heart skipped a beat.

He had been spooning you, nuzzling his face against your neck, his long fingers delicately drawing lines up and down the underside of your arm, and you were in heaven. Then your movie ended.

Untangling his legs from yours, Five pushed his feet to the end of your couch, stretching. The arm he had draped around you slipped away as he lazily folded it behind his head with his other. “It’s late,” he pointed out, followed by a drawn-out yawn.

Clicking the TV off, you twisted your body around to face him. “So what if it’s late,” you challenged, wrapping your hand around his slacked tie, towing him closer.

Five’s soft lips hesitantly grazed yours. When he pulled back, eyes closed, you tried to follow him with your lips, blindly searching.

Charmed by your innocence but doing his best to squash his more lustful desires, Five reached out, his fingertips brushing against your cheek before he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

You opened your eyes, looking back at him in disappointment.

“I should go,” he whispered.

Thanks to Five and his warm body burrowed around yours, you’d been held in a suspended state of arousal for the last two hours. Frustration mounting, your thighs clenched around the pooling heat smearing your panties. “Five Hargreeves, you are driving me crazy!” you playfully growled at him. 

Gathering all your courage, using a move you’d learned from his play book, you leaned in, seductively sucking his lower lip into your mouth.

Five let out a moan that sounded as pained as if you’d just sucker punched him. His mouth hungrily molded to yours, the warm bulge of fabric between his legs nudging against your hip.

From the feel of things, you could tell that didn’t want to go home, but after only a moment more of indulging himself, he backed away. “I mean it. I should go,” he breathlessly insisted.

Releasing the grip you had on his necktie; you slowly walked your fingers down the front of his dress shirt. His breath hitched, his lean muscles anxiously tensing the further south you explored. Stopping just short of his waistband, he made no move to retaliate, and worse, he said nothing to guide you along like he normally did.

Suddenly, you weren’t so sure of yourself.

Dark strands of hair dangled over his penetrating gaze.

The wheels in his head were turning and you knew his worries were getting the best of him again. You also knew that despite the awful things Five had been put through to get to this point, he was still the kindest, most loving person you’d ever met. He was also the hardest on himself. 

Determined to turn his frown upside down, you cupped your hand, slowly moving your palm over his crotch. 

“Fuck.” 

The sound of his strained curse doing something magical to your insides, your hand started moving just a little faster.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to be in big trouble,” he warned.

“Good,” you countered, your confidence building with every contortion of his handsome face.

Five shook his head, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. “I feel like a perverted old monster who should be stoned in the street for allowing this.” “Five….” you droned in amused irritation. Five may have been much, much older, but he didn't look any older than you.

“No really,” he continued, “Asking you out should have been a sign I’d finally totally lost it, but thanks to your relentless flirting, I did it anyway. I’m a selfish bastard, and now here we are, you the virtuous virgin fondling my dastardly dick.”

Laughing hysterically, your over clothing hand-job became even more clumsily executed, but based on Five’s dreamy expression, he was still enjoying it.

“What am I going to do with you?” he groaned, his voice enduringly cracking to a higher pitch as he complained. “It’s wrong for me to be taking advant-”

“You are not taking advantage of me,” you fired back. “I want this. I want you to be my first everything.”

Giving you a crafty looking side smirk, Five reached down, calmly taking your hand away from him. “You keep saying that, and it’s really making me question your sanity." He perked up. "Maybe we should both move into the nut house. It worked out okay for my brother and Lila. Then again, they are morons."

You scowled and his smile deepened. 

“Five, I know you think I’m not ready, but I am. Stay with me tonight.”

He sucked in a breath, letting it out with a breathy damn it.

You giggled at him.

His eyes lowered to your chest. You were really pushing him to the limits of his decency. 

All he could think about was staying, of how wonderful it would be to share your bed and make your thighs thrash against his head as he used his lips to do way more than kiss you. Doing that or anything he hadn’t already done to defile you was probably not how he should try to win your heart, which was exactly why he was trying so damn hard to take it slow.

Fuck this was so fucking hard, he mentally fumed.

Speaking of hard…

Like you, Five’s semi erect buddy in his pants was not getting the message that it was time to call it a night and its disobedience was not at all helping him think like the grown man he was supposed to be.

Instead of continuing to look at how far he could see down the front of your shirt, his entire body flushing with heat, he cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to meet yours. Even though he was undoubtedly the one in control of this situation, feeling more vulnerable by the second, he let out a tense laugh.

You smiled and ducked your head shyly, making that same lock of hair he’d fixed fall all over again.

To prevent himself from reaching out to replace it behind your ear, he adjusted his grip. Letting your wrist go, he laced his fingers over the top of yours, clenching both your hands together. “You think you know what you are getting yourself into, sweetheart, but you don’t,” he said, sternly staring you down.

“I know you, Five, and I am not scared.” Proving it, you moved your linked hands between your legs, his widened eyes following them down.

“Shit,” Five hissed as his fingertips skimmed across the moist satin covering you.

His cock twitched with excitement. 

Full erection coming in, five, four, three, two…

The line between his brows deepened and you were sure he was going to start arguing with you again, but then his lips crashed into yours. Ripping his hand away, the next thing you knew, both his hands were under your skirt. Forcefully grabbing your butt cheeks, he rolled you on top of him, driving your hips down as he ground the swell of his restrained manhood across your wet panties.

“Oh, dear God!” you cried out as he started vigorously dry fucking you, rocking you back and forth over his cock.

Swaying like a drunken sailor, your insides coiled tighter, your heartbeat thumping hard between your legs.

Dragging you forward and back again with rapid fire movements of his flexing forearms, Five grinned. “Since you're being such a bad girl tonight, the question is, should I stir your tonsils with my dick, like last night,” he questioned. “Or...should I finger fuck you until you can’t see straight, and then send you off to bed with a spanking for being so naughty?”

Stunned stupid by all the panty wetting things coming out of his wonderfully dirty mouth, you didn’t know what to say, so naturally, like the smug asshole Five was, he flopped back, casually throwing his hands behind his head, ending your pleasure ride to Humpity-Humpville.

“Five, please don’t stop!” you yelled, bouncing around on him like a child having a tantrum.

He rolled his eyes, and with how pathetically flustered you were, you couldn’t really blame him.

You covered your face, mumbling through your fingers. “I really want to slap you right now.”

He chuckled. “I’d be into that.”

You peeked at him. 

“Take your best shot. See what happens next, I dare you,” he added, looking even more pleased with himself.

Desperate to get him going again, but not so sure slapping was the way to do it, dropping your hands, you snuck one down, your fingers moving over the hot outline of his erection where it was trapped against his thigh.

Five’s eyes narrowed menacingly as your thumb softly circled the rounded silhouette of his thickly swollen tip. He whispered your name. “___, you should have run while you still had the chance.”

Heart hammering in your chest, your feet started sliding across the couch cushions, your hand moving away from your scary ex-temporal assassin boyfriend’s danger zone.

“Where do you think you are going?” he teased, snatching your wrist.

Your lips parted, but you didn’t get out a single peep.

Your skin tingled with static. Ripped into a blur of blinding light, suddenly, you were weightless, like you were at the top of a Ferris wheel, starting your quick, stomach dropping descent. Less than a second later, jarring you back into reality, the hardwood floor in your bedroom smacked beneath your feet.

The second you opened your mouth, it was covered by Five’s warm lips. He walked you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. His demanding kisses moved along your cheek, then along your neck, and back up, where he nipped at your earlobe with the points of his teeth, the electrified pain of his little love bites amplifying the throbbing between your legs.

Dizzy but no longer from his jump, broken moans sang out of you as you swayed.

Nudging the side of your neck with his nose, Five let out a throaty sound of satisfaction as he worked your shirt up over your head, then unhooked your bra, letting both pieces of clothing fall at your feet. Tucking his hands under your butt, he launched you on the bed. Pouncing down next to you, he started placing a scattering of kisses across your thighs. Commanding all your senses, his hands moved up and down, tickling the backs of your thighs. He did that until he moved his teasing up under your skirt.

Moving right along, he pulled it down your legs, kicking it off your ankles with his feet. Pushing your knees to the side with his, he dropped over you. Bending his head to the side, he kissed the insides of your thighs, letting his tongue leisurely glide along, turning you into a trembling mess, his ridiculously soft hair brushing along to add to the blissful torment.

“Five, please!” you wailed as his mouth edged closer.

His breath danced over you a few agonizing seconds before he traced his tongue along the wet divide darkening panties.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

The warmth of Five’s smile spread against your folds as he hooked his fingers under the thin straps at your hips. Pulling your underwear down, he gave you a mischievous look filled with boyish delight, then he slingshot them across your bedroom.

Backing up to admire you, he said, “So perfect.” His cool eyes unabashedly drew an invisible line down your naked body, taking it all in at a leisurely pace. 

Working his tie loose, he whipped it to the floor with the growing pile of clothes.

You were already quivering in anticipation, but then his hand moved to his zipper, pulling it down. 

Freeing his cock, he gripped it in one fist.

His head cocked to the side, that wicked smirk of his never faltering as he started explaining the rules while shamelessly stroking himself. “If you want me to stop at any time, I will.” He lowered his chin slightly, his lust filled eyes never leaving yours. “If I do something you like, you need to let me know so I can keep doing it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you nervously breathed. Your gaze lowered to the glistening tip of his cock where he was spreading his precum around, and around. “Why do I feel like I’m in trouble?” 

“Because you are,” he frankly replied. "We already covered this."

In a flash, he was on you, dastardly dick dangling out of his black dress pants, he sadistically tickled you, his fingers mercilessly digging into your sides.

Frantically laughing, you yelped, “Five, stop!” 

Yielding, he rolled most of his weight on the elbow he had positioned at your hip. Smiling innocently, he lowered his face, his lips closing around your nipple. Sucking it in his mouth, he circled it with his tongue.

The feeling of his mouth doing that, hit you right between the legs.

Squirming, you threw your head back into your pillows, panting. If you wanted more or less, at this point, you so weren’t sure.

Being really into boobs as he obviously was, Five had felt you up many times, but like him licking your panties, this was new. The erotic sensation of him worshiping your breasts in this way was like slowly dying to the backdrop of his soft sounds of contentment.

“Shhhhiiiitttttttt!” you hissed when his teeth unexpectedly pulled on your peaked flesh, tugging at an invisible rope that you hadn't realized was tied to every nerve ending in your body.

Pawing at his back, your declarations of nonsensical profanity got louder the greedier Five sucked on your tits. 

Your hands in his hair, fucking it up, eventually you got him to release the prized tit he’d been savoring, but his mouth stayed on you, trailing kisses south as his words buzzed against your skin. "You are so fun to play with,” he teased, his mouth pulling wide in a heartbreaker of a smile as he peeked at you.

Hands moving under your ass, possessively grasping your butt cheeks, he gave them each a quick pinch that made you jolt up against him.

You couldn’t even say more than a few unintelligible syllables after that because the next thing he said was with his lower lip purposefully pressed against your clit, his words vibrating straight through to your bones.

“Been dying to eat this pussy,” he mumbled.

“Ohhh-my-gah-fffff!” 

His tongue felt like it was searing you as it slipped across your clit. Wriggling it, he started licking you up and down.

“Does-tthsss-feel-goo?” he sloppily mouthed. 

“Feels-ss-samazing.”

Encouraged by that, or just trying to keep you stupidly panting nonsense, he sucked your clit into his mouth, treating the small nub of flesh the way he’d taught you to suck his cock. 

Losing your mind, you bucked your hips, forcing him to hold you down with a hand planted firmly at your waist. Happily lapping away, his other hand moved between your legs, his fingers just barely grazing across your slicked entrance.

You tensed. 

Five looked up, the familiar look of worry in his eyes, his swollen lips shimmering as they parted in question, “Are you sure about this?”

Doing your best to calm down, you nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly.

With the go ahead, watching your reactions carefully, Five circled just the tip of one finger around your entrance.

You whimpered and he did too.

At the feeling of the tip of his finger dipping inside, your body reactively clenched around it.

“I’m hurting you,” Five breathed, stopping the second he felt you tense again. 

“No. Keep-Keep going,” you insisted, trying so hard to make your body stop shivering.

With your breathy approval, his finger pulled back out, then sank back in, only all the way this time. You moaned from the feeling of him curling his knuckle, dragging the tip of his finger along your walls.

“Still good?” he asked, knowing all too well that you’d never been penetrated like this.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded again.

Five repeated the motion, eyes glued to the finger disappearing inside you. He let out a tiny moan that matched how you felt, then lowering his body down to the bed, he ran a line with his tongue up your slit.

“More. Like that," you said, gripping the back of his head.

The narrow bridge of Five’s nose rubbed against your pubic bone, that alone feeling so unbelievable good, then he started flicking his tongue against your clit.

That got you moaning so loud the entire block probably heard it.

Assured that you were ready for it, Five started thrusting his finger, hooking it with each outward drag.

Something in you felt like it bust.

You cried out.

Uncontrollably arching your pelvis into his face, Five’s magical tongue started working up and down, pressing and circling against your clit faster and faster.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, the balls of your feet digging into the bed until he rammed his shoulders into the backs of your thighs, forcing your legs wider.

Toes curling, your feet bouncing against his upper back, you were so close to the edge. It felt different than anytime you'd been balanced on the brink before, but you knew enough to recognize it was coming. Your cunt was already dripping on his hand and the bedspread, but when Five unexpectedly added a second finger, pushing them both all the way in, white hot light burned the bundle of nerves he was sucking. 

“Oh-ffff-faaah-ck!”

Tears prickled the corner of your eyes. His fingers kept moving, shoving in and out of you, hard and fast.

Stroking himself again, the tip of Five’s cock painted a line of wet heat against your leg.

With the sinful noises he was making, all mixing with his finger squelching in and out, and the sounds coming from your own gaping mouth, something had to give.

Your vision blurred. Your thighs tightened around his head probably suffocating him. A fractured groan tore out of his chest, but his tongue kept swirling, your shaking breaths growing shallower and shallower, then ceasing all together.

Your eyes slammed shut.

Pulses of your climax shook you from the inside out. You were free falling, drifting on the edge of something otherworldly and new, your entire body rendered useless.

You legs went limp.

His hands slowed, then stopped.

“Sweetheart?” 

“Hmmm?” you deliriously hummed. You opened one eye, looking down at Five nestled between your legs. His head was propped up on the hand he had been using to jerk off, and his hair was sticking up all over the place looking so cute.

He smiled. Slipping his fingers out, he brought them to his mouth, making a show of licking them clean. 

He looked so satisfied, yet there you were, the one who’s pussy was still pulsing with post orgasmic aftershocks.

You couldn’t believe him. Five was just…

Blown away with how sexy he looked, you crooked a finger at him.

You hadn’t seen him do it, but still noticeably hard, he'd tucked himself back in his briefs. Belt undone, pants hanging open, he crawled up next to you, making no attempt to do anything more than cuddle in next to you. 

He lowered his forehead to your shoulder, as if perfectly fine with leaving things as is, like making you feel good was all that mattered even though you could feel every long inch of him warm against your leg and his balls had to be feeling very blue.

Smoothing your hand around his neck, you caught the sharp angle of his jaw, forcing him to look at you. As you wove his chocolatey brown hair between your fingers, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. “Five…” you sweetly soothed, “Why did you stop when you’re-”

He kissed you, cutting you off. He looked so happy and sad at the same time as his eyes searched yours.

“Five… I love you…”

His throat clicked when he swallowed. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He looked down.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I ruined this,” he quietly admitted.

Confused, you looked down too.

His hand brushed your cheek, and your eyes met again. “I don’t want to hurt you in any way,” he clarified, trying to smile.

You smiled too. “You won’t.”

You reached down, grasping his dick through his tented pants.

Your eyes moved down the length of his neck and he swallowed hard again. 

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered, giggling like an idiot over his intoxicated expression.

When you let go of him, doing as he was told, like he was still a good little solider, only no longer taking order from evil assholes, Five quickly shuffled out of his pants and underwear, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

Just watching him undress was hypnotic.

With not an ounce of fat on him, Five’s torso muscles formed a drool worthy ‘V’ shape directing your eyes downward. As if the sight of that wasn’t hot enough to scorch your brain, as soon as he shrugged his shirt off, full naked, you got to watch him pump his hand up and down his shaft a few times, a little bead of pre-cum beading up on the tip before it drizzled across his tightly clenched fingers.

“Five, you are so hot. You know that right?”

He let a self-depreciating laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Coming back to you on his hands and knees, dropping one hand on the bed to support himself, dick in his other hand, Five hovered over you.

“I’m ready, Five.”  You’d already said it, but he must have needed to hear it again because he didn’t make another move until he heard it.

Lining himself up, already looking distraught over the feeling of gilding his tip across your entrance, Five's voice quivered so unbelievably sweetly as he said, "You need to promise me if it gets be too much you’ll tell me.”

With the feel of him thick and heavy, resting against your hole as he waited for your answer, you bobbed your head, promising him you would.

He sucked in a breath.

Bracing yourself as he gently slipped in just his tip, your hands curled around his biceps.

You tried to hold it in, but you whimpered, and it was enough to give him pause.

“Fuck you are tight,” Five gasped, flipping his head back, trying to get his hair out of his eyes so he could concentrate on your face. “Are you okay?” he asked, not moving at all.

“Feels really big, but you are big,” you breathed in little puffs, trying to make him smile and make your body relax, so your walls could stretch around him. He still didn’t move. “Keep going, it feels good,” you pushed.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m shhh-sure.”

Hyperfocused, Five continued, sinking himself into you with shallow thrusts, only taking more when he slipped inside you without having to force it. Letting your body accept him at its own pace, his eyes looking into yours, your souls were becoming one. Opening you, he took your virginity with all the gentleness and love you had expected of him. 

“You feel so good,” Five agitatedly growled as his thrusts became slightly faster. “You like it like this?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Thrilled to hear it, capturing your lips with his, he kissed you with an urgency that matched the increasingly jolting movements of his hips. 

When your elbows slipped, laying you flat, Five buried his face against your breasts, passionately licking and sucking on them instead.

“Such a good girl. That's right. Fuck yourself on my cock," he praised when you started rocking your hips in rhythm with his.

When he sat up, eyeing the movement of his cock slipping in and out of you, you could have died, but then, doing you one more, he grabbed your hips, pulling you down the bed towards him.

Bottoming out hard, he held you down against the bed. Grinding into you, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth gaped.

Coming to his senses, he saw you clinging to the sheets and he instantly eased back. Falling down over you again, his open mouth at your neck, he started covering you with repentant kisses mixed with breathless apologies. “I’m sorry. That was too much. So sorry…”

Running your hands reassuringly through his hair you shushed him and rocked your hips into him hard as you could, trying to replicate what he’d done.

He lifted his head.

Like a man possessed, he quickly raised your legs around his waist, repositioning you. Helping him, you locked your feet around his lower back. Hooking his arms under your knees, Five’s powerful hips started colliding into you.

“You’re mine now,” he growled before he started wildly kissing your neck.

Hot skin slapping skin, your headboard banged into the wall in a cadence that matched him how he was rapidly fucking into you.

His breathless pants spilled out of him as he worked the head of his cock back and forth, aiming for something inside you that coiled tighter and tighter the longer he focused his efforts on it.

“Come on, baby, come for me again…need to feel…need you,” he chanted, his kisses getting sloppier until you felt nothing but his bowed head against your shoulder.

You were so close already, all it took was Five lifting your hips, pulling out almost all the way before he slammed back into you, repeating the pounding motion with grunted curses punctuating each thrust.

The change in momentum set you off.

It was explosive. Throbbing with pulsing waves of euphoria drowning you, you released on his cock, with clenching spasms rocking you to the core.

“Did you?” Five frantically questioned, pulling his sweat covered forehead up. His dark gaze ran over your reddened face, his eyes softened at the sight of your trembling lips. 

Getting confirmation that he’d done it, trying to sit up, he started to pull out.

Forcing your jelly-like legs to function, you held onto him, refusing to let him get away.

“I want all of you,” you whimpered.

For a sex God, he somehow looked so unsure of himself. “I’m yours, always,” he promised.

“I want you to cum inside of me, Five. I want all of you.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” 

Letting out a strangled groan that turned hiss of determination, his hips snapped into you violently, extending your orgasm as your pussy milked spurting gushes of his seed from his throbbing cock. 

The force behind Five’s hips melted away with each stuttered thrust. Filling you until he had nothing left, his eyes fluttering closed, his dark lashes fanned his smooth pale cheeks. He looked like an angel.

Entranced by how beautiful he was, your eyes glistened.

His breaths slowing, Five finally opened his eyes. That sweet smile you loved crept to his lips. Gently, he pulled out, the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and the loss of his spent cock were enough to make your body start quivering all over again, shivering from head to toe.

“Was that okay? Are you okay,” he asked, looking concerned.

“More than okay,” you happily sighed.

He quirked a brow at you. “You're not just saying that to stroke my ego?”

Shaking your head, you laughed. There was no way he didn’t know that was amazing and you were more than happy to stroke anything he wanted you to stroke.

Leaning in, kissing you slow and soft, his hand tickling down your belly. Lips pulling away from yours, he glanced down. His sleepy smile suddenly gone.

You sat up a little, looking between your legs at the bed.

A light pink tinged the white sheets. 

“Are you sore? I- I didn’t realize-” Running his hand back through his hair, Five looked so heartbreakingly distraught, but he’d done nothing wrong.

You could feel a slight ache where he’d been, but it wasn’t painful. “No pain,” you said. “I feel nothing but you, Five. I love you so much.”

The burn of tears prickled your eyes again. 

His soft green eyes glistened too. “I’ll be right back,” he said, timidly smiling.

He could have blinked himself to the bathroom, but he didn’t. Letting you check out his bare ass, disheveled and cute as ever, he sprinted across the room to the bathroom, coming back a second or two later with two towels.

Carefully cleaning you up, and then the bed, he laid the unused towel over the spot you’d been laying, then he laid back down over it, pulling you in next to him.

After covering you both with the duvet, his warm fingers started tracing up and down your spine. 

Basking in the afterglow of what you’d done together, your mind and heart were filled with nothing but him. You had no worries or fears.

You were almost too exhausted to move, your body undeniably his to hold however he wished.

Lulled by the magic of Five’s featherlight touch, you couldn’t be happier, but then suddenly you felt him shifting away.

Opening your droopy lids, he gave you one of his affectionate little smiles, and seeing it, you immediately began to slip away again. “You better not take off on me when I fall asleep,” you teased.

Rolling you over so he could make you into his little spoon, Five rested his face against your neck. His feet twisted around yours.

“I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

You smiled. 

You already knew he wasn’t.

“I loved you too, by-the-way. Not sure if I said that,” he playfully added.

Your chest moved up and down with a silent laugh. 

You already knew that too, and he knew very well why he hadn’t let himself say it until now.

He was scared to letting anyone see who he really was. But for you, Five finally let go.

He was ready. Ready for a life filled with love that was not just one-sided.

With you, for the first time, everything about this was real.

He kissed the shell of your ear, whispering your name. “___, I love you.”

Warm and safe in his embrace, penetrated by his love, it felt like anything was possible.

Thinking of your future together, you squeezed his hand against your heart.

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There it is. Stir that into your eggnog. 😂

I wish you all peace and love, whatever that means to you.

And thanks for asking for this one anon. After writing this, now I'm even more ruined by this amazing fictional man.

❤️ Breezy

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[sunsickjune]

“i felt that five had to have a love story” okay steve !! fine. i’ll humour you. picture this : lila and five in the subway. they’re travelling to different timelines, loosing hope, trying to find a way home. then they get to a timeline and five sees dolores. but she’s a human, not a mannequin. he falls for her. loves her. wants to stay with her in her timeline. and that’s why lila has to force him to come home. she has kids, a husband, a life. five wants to stay with dolores more than anything. but he goes home, back to his timeline, because he knows he has to save his family. because he loves them more.

[feralnumberfive]

[ssmhhh]

made this gif today for separate reasons but i feel like it belongs here lmao…💖

[kaybreezy3000]

Bottoms Up ~ A Five / Klaus / Female reader insert

(6571 words, Rated Mature for adult conversations and Explicit Sexual Content)

Anonymous asked:

This is an unusual request but I really love the way you write Klaus with Five. So can you do the two brothers having a conversation at a bar? About all things including the women there including the discussion of the type of women they want and what they want to do. Five is a lot more drunk that Klaus here and hasn't the chance to be with someone yet so it's all just hypothetical for him.

Warnings and Tags: explicit sexual content, siblings/bros relationship, sadness and longing, self-doubt, complexities of Five's age situation and issues with intimacy, kink discussion, humor, brotherly love and comradery, lack of sexual experience, intoxication, life/sex advice from Klaus the guru, like always with me-some tags left off to keep the story interesting as you read it 😉

~~~~Bottoms Up~~~~

Reveling in his warm, tingling buzz, everything around Five was becoming one muted haze. He could feel his anxiety almost entirely slipping away. Sure that nothing was going to get in the way of him achieving a blissful level of intoxication, in a couple more shots he wouldn’t even care if someone came up and punched him in the face.

“Of all the gin joints in the world…” Klaus said, slapping his hands down on top of Five’s slumped shoulders.

Five all out whimpered, his head thumping against the counter. “Can’t I ever get a moment’s peace?”

“You know what they say,” Klaus chuckled, “no rest for the wicked and you and I are pretty wicked awesome.” He picked up Five’s empty glass, taking a seat beside him at the bar. “What number are you on?”

Peeking out from under his folded arms, Five held up a hand. “Three.” Pulling his brows together, he took inventory of his fingers, then flicked up another.

“Oh, boy,” Klaus chuckled. “Do we need to call Luther to carry you home, little man?”

“Fuck off,” Five grumbled. He rolled his face to better glare at his brother. “Shouldn’t you be annoying someone else or in Allison’s basement sewing yourself a onesie made of bubble wrap?”

Flagging the male behind the bar, Klaus made a pouty face. “No,” he solemnly corrected. “Since our powers came back like a magical reverse fart in the wind, and dad and all his other alien conspirators got taken out by their botched Cleanse thing, I’ve moved out of my padded bunker in our sister’s basement. Ben and I are roommates again and it’s good old fun-loving immortal Klaus and it’s time to party. Speaking of which…”

Klaus held up Five’s empty to the bartender as he laid out a fresh napkin in front of him. “What will it be?” the fairer haired male asked him.

“Bottle of your finest-cheapest vodka for me, please,” Klaus politely answered, “and another of whatever this adorable little shit rat was having before I came in to turn his frown upside down.” Sneaking a hand around Five’s back, he started ruffling his hair.

Straightening like he’d been struck by lightning, Five slapped his hand away, which only made Klaus ferociously claw back at him like he was a gigantic man-sized cat dressed in a feather trimmed coat and skin tight pleather pants.

“I hate you,” Five growled at him.

Klaus hissed in return, before looking back at the waiting bartender, batting his charcoal lined eyelashes.

“Do you throw out creepers because this weirdo is creeping on me,” Five interjected, momentarily pulling the bartender's attention his way again.

“He’s just kidding. My brother totally wants to hang out with me,” Klaus assured.

“I’d rather be wearing a sweater made of ants then hangout with you,” Five snipped back as he started to push himself out of his chair. “It’s been fun, but this family reunion is over.”

Before the tips of his dress shoes could even touch the floor, Klaus straddled Five with his long legs, locking his feet on the lower rungs of his chair. Just as fast, under the edge of the bar, Five’s clenched hands filled with a whirling blue aura.

“Ahhhhh, come on,” Klaus whined, conjuring puppy dog eyes that put the pups on the ASPCA commercials to shame. “Don’t blink out on me, man! I’m lonely and I know you are too.”

Staring blankly, Five said nothing, but his power sizzled out, leaving his hands tensed and clammy as he fell back on his stool.

“I thought we could do the brother bonding trip, big ball of twine thing again,” Klaus hopefully furthered. “You know, without the road trip part, or the angry Amish mob chasing me part. This time with more of us getting trashed and you nailing the girl’s vocals in ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life,’ while I show off my dirty dancing skills.” He looked to the bartender who had yet to get his order. “Do you guys have karaoke here?”

“Not tonight but the DJ starts soon,” he replied, studying the brothers with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “If you tip him enough, he might play something that will allow you to make assholes of yourselves.”

“Not happening,” Five snapped. “I’m not dancing with you, Klaus.”

He leaned back, rolling his eyes. “You always say that, and you always end up on the dance floor grooving out like Fred Astaire and serenading us like Sinatra.”

“I have never done that,” Five argued.

“Sure,” Klaus taunted, then openly mouthed ‘he’s totally done that,’ towards the bartender.

“I will punch you in the throat,” Five threatened.

“Promises, promises,” Klaus chuckled.

Scrutinizingly eyeing the brothers for a moment more but finding himself thoroughly charmed enough to ignore Five’s glazed eyes and the rules about serving entire bottles of liquor to individual patrons, the mixologist reached down, selecting the finest rail Vodka, placing it on the bar with a clean glass.

“Danke,” Klaus chirped, giving the server a flirty wink that was returned with a full smile of equal flirtiness.

“Christ,” Five murmured as he ran his hands back through his hair, one particularly unruly strand falling back in his eyes just as fast as he defeatedly dropped his hands in his lap. Digging in his pants pocket, he pulled out several large bills, tossing them on the bar. “Scotch and keep it coming,” he tiredly sighed.

“If you vomit on my floor, you’re cleaning it up,” the bartender countered.

“Deal,” Five agreed.

Triumphant, Klaus unhooked his boots from the rungs of Five’s chair. “I can tell you want to stab me in the eye with your cocktail straw and you can if it makes you feel better,” he offered.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Five huffed as he picked up his fresh shot off the bar, tipping the amber liquid back in one gulp. Slumping over, he placed his elbows back on the bar. “My days of psychopathically wreaking havoc on mankind are over. Now, I just want…”

Five looked up, becoming lost in the vacant reflection looking back at him in the mirrors behind the bar.

“Work good?” Klaus gently asked, trying to pull Five back from whatever bad place his mind had taken him.

“Wonderful,” Five flatly replied, then went back to staring at his empty glass.

“It’s funny…” Klaus noted after a second or two.

Five looked his way, confused. “What is?”

“Getting to start over again,” he answered. “Dad is gone, the world isn’t ending, but here we are.” He smiled sadly. “You’d think not being able to die would be liberating, but it also makes it harder to find reason to live. Add in that the past won’t stop haunting you and this shit isn’t easy.”

Five nodded his head in understanding. They’d all seen Klaus spiral out of control, lacking any motivation, numbing himself to the point he might as well not be alive anyway.

A sudden wave of heartbreak shimmered in Klaus’s eyes. “We need to focus on something outside ourselves and put all our heart into that. Dave told me that, and he wasn’t wrong. If we can reframe all the things that tried to break us and make life about the bigger picture, then maybe we won’t feel so alone, or worthless.” He paused, pointedly looking at Five. “Kind of like you feel right now, man.”

“All I have done is make my life about everyone else!” Five defensively fumed, only now realizing this conversation was about him, not Klaus.

“I know,” Klaus calmly agreed. “That’s the problem. You never should have had to do the things you did for us. I am so sorry we weren’t there for you too. We all love you and only want to see you happy for once.”

The line between Five’s brows deepened. After a whole minute of silence he said, “I don’t know how to be happy. I don’t think I ever did.”

Reaching over, Klaus placed a hand on his back, only getting the slightest flinch from Five in return when he kept it there. “I think happiness starts with showing yourself some forgiveness and putting your needs first for a change.”

Swirling the clear liquid in his bottle, Klaus’s frown turned up a little, but his eyes remained fixed on his beverage.

“If you open yourself to being loved, the reasons to push forward will just fall into place,” he added. “Or that’s what I try to tell myself every day.” Tipping his head back, he drained his vodka down to an inch past the shiny blue label. “I miss Dave,” he breathed, his wetted lips lingering against the bottle for a moment before he took another long swallow.

“I miss Dolores,” Five said, his voice hardly above a whisper as he raised his freshly poured shot to Klaus’s bottle.

Glass clinked to glass.

Lost in his pain filled memories, Five lowered his chin, clearing the smoky flavored burn from his tightened throat. “Just the sensation of her cool, unyielding hand in mine as I forced her to touch me made me feel like I wasn’t staring into an endless abyss. She saved me from being alone even though being with her made me more alone than ever,” he acknowledged. “It’s pathetic.” 

He looked up, his eyes struggling to focus as he looked towards the dance floor. 

“I am so fucked up that I am not capable of moving on from that kind of dysfunction. One-sided desire and endless desperation are all I’ll ever know. That’s all I’ll ever know when it comes to love.”

“Don’t say that,” Klaus argued. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“There are plenty of women or men in here that would gladly take you home and let you show them a good time, even if it was for only a one night stand meant to put an end to your doom and gloom lonely jerk off sessions. You’re a catch.”

“Some catch.” Five’s face twisted with disgust. “I’m a geriatric college kid that used to bone a mannequin and I still find the idea of doing that appealing because it’s easier than letting anyone see who I really am,” he bitterly retorted, his blood alcohol level blowing out his mental filter, along with his usual poker face of indifference.

Klaus perked up. “Hey! You just reminded me. How’s that blow up doll I got for Christmas holding up?”

Five dropped his head in his hands, rubbing his temples, wordlessly indicating his rubber lady was no match for the intensity of his sexual antics.

“It’s okay that you like to play rough in the sack,” Klaus soothed. “There are better made rubber chicks and real chicks that are into that.”

“Is it okay, Klaus?” Five snapped, looking back at him, unable to focus properly but doing his damnedest to make it seem like he could. “Real women fall for guys who’ve eaten more bugs than their bug zapper and want to treat them like fuck dolls with no feelings?”

Trying to get in his face, his pointer finger in the air, ready to highlight his next point about how messed up his brain was, Five clumsily wobbled in his chair, bonking it into the barstool behind him.

Almost getting knocked off your seat while waiting for your drink, you glanced over your shoulder, cautiously taking in the people next to you who were having a very loud, very weird conversation.

“We both know there’s more to you than spirited biting and violent humping,” Klaus dismissed with a lazy wave of his hand. “You’re a big softy who’s into all that lovey-dovey romance stuff. Don’t even deny it. We’ve all seen how sweet you were with Dolores. Your setback is because you aren’t a one-night stand kind of man and that’s not a bad thing. You just need to find the right girl from the start and Voilà, problems solved. You get to play house again and be the domineering lover boy you like to be,” Klaus teased him, giving his arm a playful nudge.

On that note, Five’s hand flung up, signaling the bartender for another.

“So, you’re worried about getting too freaky on someone,” Klaus pondered, stroking his chin as he considered what he figured was Five’s biggest problem.

Unable to get the bartender's attention due to the masses of people pushed in next to the bar, Five cursed angrily then turned back to Klaus. “Getting freaky with me doesn’t even get close to the darkness level on this one. If I brought someone home and tied them to my headboard and did all the fucked-up things I have going on in my head to them, when I finally let them go, they’d go straight to the authorities, and from then on you’d be having these nice little visits with me while I’m tucked away in a padded room.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Klaus giggled. “As your older brother, I can attest that chicks dig older perverted guys. Your kinky nature is not a reason for you to be locked up.”

“No shit! There are plenty of other reasons for that! I’m a monster created by a space time continuum agency I founded and a diabolic alien dad! The way I think compared to normal people is so demented you could start a new branch of psychotherapy based on it! And you are not my older brother! I am over 26 years older than you!”

Hearing all of that, you looked over again, your eyebrows raised to the roof, but what the dark-haired stranger next to you said next was what really did you in.

“Perverted is not how you’d explain how much I want to fuck a quivering pussy that’s not battery operated!” he blurted. “I want to pin a girl to my bed and fuck her in every way I can think of, going at it so hard it hurts to even take myself in hand and paint her abused tits with my come as she lays there too delirious to even squirm anymore or make another moan of complaint.”

“Abused tits, you say?” Klaus questioned, like this was a totally normal conversation they were having, but you could see a flicker of mischief in the crinkle of his eyes, proving he had noticed you were listening and he was deliberately keeping his brother riled up for your benefit.

“Fuck yeah. I am going to tear her up. I’m going to suck on those perky points of pink pleasure and grope and grind my teeth on them until I make her come just from that!” Five momentarily came to his senses, cringing at his own loud declaration of wanton filth, but that only added to Klaus’s look of excitement and your inability to walk away.

Rolling his tongue obnoxiously, Klaus started taking inventory, sure to grace you with his silly smile for a second longer than necessary before he said, “I’d be happy to have some of that kind of dirty-dirty tittie abuse with that cutie right there…”

He winked at you, then looked to the bartender before Five could turn to see who he’d been looking at.

“And I’d take some abuse from that smooth operator…” He pointed the neck of his bottle at your server. “Getting railed from behind by him is definitely in my future.”

Noticeably uncomfortable, Five groaned, knees widening a little more as he pulled at the black fabric covering his crotch. Snatching up the shot the bartender just placed in front of him before he accidentally stirred himself up even more, he swiveled his chair around, watching the erotic movement of bodies gyrating under the mood lights flashing to the beat over the dance floor, about a million thoughts racing through his head and way too much blood racing between his legs. “What am I supposed to do now?” he asked himself. “God, I’m an idiot.”

Klaus shrugged and turned to join him. “Do the usual,” he answered, even though he wasn’t asking him what he should do about his life. “Pick someone. Let them keep your bed warm, tied to it if they are into that, then punch out a few little Fives if that’s your mutual thing.”

Five coughed as the ethanol made its way down his throat.

Klaus smiled. “Don’t worry, man. What you just said is enough to cream all the panties in this place. Talk like that can get you places. Awesome erotically wonderful places.”

Five rolled his eyes. “I am damaged goods and nobody wants the load of fuck-up I have to offer.”

“That is not true. You just need to put yourself out there and the rest will fall into place,” Klaus said, reiterating his point from earlier as he threw his arm around him.

Shoving him off, due to his lesser weight and how shit faced he was, Five ended up rotating around on his barstool again, accidentally bumping his knee into yours.

As if it was only now dawning on him that someone could be sitting there, his mouth opened but not another dirty wonderful thing came out as he stared at the blue and purples lights flashing across your face.

“Ohhhhh, excuse us, my lady!” Klaus exclaimed, like he didn’t know you’d been there almost the whole time that his brother had been drunkenly spilling his heart and extremely graphic sexual frustrations.

“No problem,” you shyly replied, poking your ice cubes with your straw as you looked back down, giving the dazed and very cute crazy person next to you a break.

So tipsy that he was functioning on instinct alone at this point, knocking back another shot of whiskey he discovered was waiting for him, Five’s eyes rolled back as he watched the flash of colorful lasers dancing across the bar’s high ceiling. “You know, Klaus, it's not necessary to have this conversation. I’m fine,” he said, sliding his empty away.

Reaching for the pen the bartender left lying next to someone else’s bill, Klaus started tapping it on the counter to the beat of the music. “As the founder of Destiny's Children, I have helped countless lost souls find true inner peace,” he defended.

Five let out a full belly laugh. “What? Through organized orgies?”

“Well yeah… mostly, but—"

“You don't get it,” Five interrupted. “It isn't just the sex. It's definitely that… but it isn't just that. I want to know what it’s like to feel my lips against the warmth of real skin. I want to be kissed back and not just pretend it’s happening. I want to bury my face in sweet smelling hair and press my hands against someone else’s as I wrap my body around them like a vine possessing a tree. I want that person to want the same thing with me! Yeah, I’m lonely. My life is terrible but I’m fine! I have done the worst things a person can do and here I am unhappy, and I deserve every second of it.”

“Oh, Five,” Klaus breathed. He set his bottle down on the bar.

“If I was with a real woman…” Five’s fingers tensed in his lap, balling into fists, “I wouldn’t even be able to handle it. I’d either do something horrible or humiliate myself and neither are acceptable options, and you know what? It’s fine because people like me don’t deserve second chances. I’m only still here because all I’m good at is running away from problems and surviving and hurting people.”

“I get that you are scared but you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Klaus insisted, finally seeing through Five’s rumination of self-deprecating thoughts.

“I’m not embarrassed!” Five sharply shot back at him.

“Five,” Klaus said, unfazed, his smile full of love. “I know you will figure this out. There is a girl out there who's willing to match you in anything you throw at her. Women are much stronger than us, and this special somebody is going to love every second of her life with you and love you because you are a good person who loves more deeply than anyone I've ever known.”

Klaus pushed out his chair, stretching his arms above his head as he eyed the dance floor. Looking down at Five, he said, “Step one is putting yourself out there. Step two is spanking some hot ass instead of your dick.”

Giving Five’s hair another ruffle, he sauntered off, already letting the music flow through him with fluid movements of his body swaying through the crowd.

Five looked down at the bar, sliding his unused napkin closer, he picked up Klaus’s discarded pen.

Gliding his hand along, thinking about how Klaus didn’t get it and never would, but also hardly thinking straight at all, he wrote:

Wanna Fuck?

Like he was kid creating a note to pass in class, he added two boxes to check the reply to his ill-thought-out question, the options in his drunken stupor fittingly saying either:

yes       or     yes, Sir

Shaking his head at the stupidity of all of this, he laughed at himself. He dropped the pen and turned to the dance floor, trying to find Klaus but could only make out the silhouettes of strangers swaying in the purple haze.

“I’m not dancing with that dipshit,” he mumbled as he started to get up to leave.

Stopping short, he remembered his money but in reaching for it he noticed the small blue check mark that was now filling in the ‘yes, Sir’ box on his napkin.

Eyelids rapidly blinking to clear his vision didn’t make it disappear. His head slowly turned your way as he used his feet to twist him around on his chair. His eyes opened humorously wide when he saw you holding the pen.

Biting back your nerves with your teeth studding your bottom lip you waited for him to say something, but he didn’t seem able to.

Curiously drawn in by his speechless bewilderment as you were by the wild things he’d been confessing, your smile broke free.

“Hi,” you said, introducing yourself as you offered him your hand.

Hesitant at first, Five just stared at your formal extension of civility like he’d never seen such a thing but when his skin touched yours, that was it. He felt a zing of warmth under his skin, tickling up his spine, heating him until his ears burned.

Despite his mortification, he started to smile too.

Just then Klaus came up behind you, first taking in his brother’s smitten expression, then he looked down at the napkin sitting between you.

Taking one of the fifties off the pile of money sitting on the bar, he said. “Well, I guess that about wraps it up. My job is done here. Way to go, Five! Cab is on me, you horny kids!” “That’s my money,” Five said, looking at him with a boozy smirk that was so infectiously charming it made your heart skip a beat.

“Mine, yours, whatever.” Hand coming in hot from behind, Klaus gave Five’s butt a loud smack! “Have your fun, just don’t pop her this time,” he warned, but he was unable to maintain his look of authority when Five’s stunned expression turned into a grumpy looking scowl and you started laughing. “And I’m off to perform other miracles,” he announced, strutting off to join the bartender who was finishing his shift.

“She’s a keeper all the way, lil bro!” Klaus called out, giving Five a final thumbs up to go along with his goofy grin.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but something about Klaus’s inability to give up on him and the kind hearted look in your eyes, had Five’s defenses coming down like a missile detonating inside his brain, silencing the incessant voice inside him that was always telling him not to let anyone inside.

“How much did you hear?” he asked once you were alone again, knowing now that his brother had at least something to do with this peculiar turn of events.

“Enough,” you said, your smile warming even more. “You have some interesting fantasies. Are you a science fiction writer working out characterization or something?”

His questioning eyes moved from yours to the napkin and back again, his fingers uncertainly tapping the edge of the bar. “No. Not a writer. Some of what you heard was purely my imagination, and some of it was sadly very real, mostly the parts about me being way older than I look and me falling in love with a mannequin while being the last person alive on Earth.”

You blew a loose strand of hair out of your face then twirled the pen towards his note then laughed. “My taste in guys sucks, I guess, because I am apparently attracted to stark raving mad, man children.”

“I have superpowers too, so there’s that,” he casually added, tucking his hands in his pants pockets as he rocked back on his heels.

“Ah-huh…”  

He didn’t look a day older than 19 with his cute, dimpled cheek, boyishly innocent looks, and that sexy lean build accentuated by his fitted waistcoat.

“How old are you again?” you asked.

Five raised his eyebrows as if preparing to lie but his penetrating gaze never left yours and somehow you were sure he wasn’t going to. “Physically… around 20-21,” he replied, then glanced at the new girl behind the bar, sitting up a little straighter, trying not to look so young or drunk. “Mentally…” he looked back at you, “closer to 67.”

You started giggling. “And… I apparently have daddy issues, and I need to get out of here.”

His soft eyes filled with disappointment.

Five nodded, looking away. “Right.”

“I meant with you,” you clarified.

He looked back. “Yeah? You weren’t messing with me with the—” He picked up his note like you’d forgotten what you’d checked off.

“No. I am not messing with you, but I plan to,” you said.

He looked like your words had caught him totally off-guard and unprepared. He started fidgeting.

Five looked so lost, but not more than a short cab ride later, he was no less excited about bringing you home with him, but also no less sober. For all his talk of abusing and sucking tits, he never tried to make a move on you other than allowing himself a few feather soft kisses that made his lower lip tremble against yours.

“In 65 years, you really have never done this with anyone other than this lovely Dolores of yours?” you breathlessly asked as he walked you backwards towards the door of his apartment, all the while placing a line of wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Never,” he breathed, flinging his door open before he kicked it closed. 

Lifting you off your feet, he stumbled from your added weight and you laughed, clinging to him even tighter as he moved through his small living space, entering his dimly lit bedroom.

Laying you out on his bed, Five crawled over you, his soft hair dangling in his face as he looked down at you with dark, glassy eyes. “I’m really drunk,” he said, giving you a sheepish smile filled with unnecessary guilt.

“I know.” You brushed his hair back, pulling his face to yours.

Five’s tongue darted in your mouth. Hands planted at your sides, he eased his body down, over yours. He made a throaty noise of distress before breaking away again, sitting up. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I know that too,” you sweetly informed him.

“I would be happy just to kiss you a little longer?” he quietly whispered.

Taking him by the tie, you easily maneuvered him into the position you had just been in, his body giving in to your slightest demand, but once there, he looked up at you worriedly searching for direction.

Positioning yourself between his legs, you said, “We are definitely not done kissing.”

“Okay,” he choked out when you lowered your body over his, kissing the edge of his jaw, then moved your lips along the curve of his throat, blanketing him with such an unexpected level of affection he was already panting from it.

As you worked to unbutton his vest and then his shirt, Five carefully let his hands touch you, smoothing them up and down your sides.

“That feels so good,” he gasped, moving one of his hands from your back into your hair as you fully straddled him, trailing your fingertip along his throat, then down the silky necktie leading to his navel.

Feeling him wriggling anxiously, you decided to tease him more directly.

Shifting back beside him, you made sure he was holding your eye when you started to unzip his pants. Working the fine wool fabric aside, you applied a few gentle kisses along the length of cotton covering the hard flesh trying to spring out of his black briefs.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, taking note of how distraught Five looked when you took hold of him, lying his thick stiff cock against his firm belly, leaving your hand over it.

“Fuck no!” he groaned as you came back up closer again, watching his eyes flutter closed. He buried his face against your neck. “Please don’t stop,” he begged as he reached for the bunched-up fabric of your skirt, helplessly rocking himself upwards, trying to fuck into your hand.

Palm sliding over him again, thumb and forefinger making a ring around him, you were only just able to touch them together again. Thick veins hotly ran the length of Five's silky soft cock skin, below that, the heaviness of his tight sack was delicately soft and dry. Biting his lip, after you started touching him there too, you could tell that he was trying so hard not to react to your naughty explorations.

It was clear that though he wanted you to lead him in this, he was having a very hard time letting it happen.

Caressing his thighs with your other hand, pushing them further apart, you hopped between his legs and came down on him.

Five’s left hand was on the back of your head in a heartbeat, his voice dropping low with strain as your soothing fingers moved over his most vulnerable parts. 

“Oh-fffff,” he groaned, throwing his head back into his pillows when you started kissing him in the center of the ribs while grasping his cock.

His breathing was coming quicker from just that, your own body stirring in response to his frantic noises.

Sucking and kissing, licking along his torso, Five threaded his fingers through your hair, kneading appreciatively against your scalp, but his hand went still when your mouth tickled below his navel, his anticipation causing his stomach muscles to quiver.

You only had to turn your head to expose his cock to your kisses, your heart was thumping so hard it hurt, a cruel mixture of excitement and nerves, your breaths were coming as close and as short as his.

Turning, the tip of him was at your lips. Above you, Five let out a moan like nothing you’d ever heard before, as you started to steadily kiss him there too.

Adding in a few languid strokes, gently pumping your hand up and down his shaft, and it sounded like you were killing him.

The head of his cock felt like satin on your lips, and the smallest touch of your mouth to it made him gasp. His nails were suddenly digging into your scalp. He was beyond words, that much you could tell.

Steering your mouth along his length, you didn’t stop until your face was buried in him. Five smelled like something you had no name for, but the scent of the dark tuft of hair at the base of his cock was enough to bring a fresh coating of wetness to the inside of your already moist panties.

Empowered by his reactions, every dainty teasing kiss you placed on Five’s delicious cock caused him to let out sharp exhalations, accompanied by legs twitches, and beautifully whimpered moans.

Working your tongue over him in hot little flashes, gently sucking, you let the steady stroke of your lower lip glide along the underside of his shaft.

Writhing with the heels of his feet digging into his mattress, he cried out at the first touch of your tongue, moving over him, tasting the saltiness of fluid dripping out of him.  

“Stop, stop, stop,” he whispered, urgently trying to move your face away from his cock before he started emptying his seed, which to his dismay, was already spurting out onto his stomach in thick white streaks.

Face twisted up while he panted through clenched teeth, as you looked up at him in shock, Five’s hand shook mid-air, hovering over his dick. While thinking about grasping it himself to give in to a few final jerks, even without that, his hips fucking nothing but air, he managed to produce even more copious evidence of his climatic release.

“I- I’m sorry,” you said, blown away by how he looked over what you’d just done to him, and how easily you did it.

He shook his head, laughing through gritted teeth, his eyes tightly shut. “So am I.”

He swallowed rapidly, several times. In the throes of passion, Five looked like he’d just been tortured but loved it. He was showing a face he normally hid away and it was the most exquisite thing you’d ever witnessed.

Watching him become totally still, his tongue flicking across his lips, between shallow breaths, you were smiling so much it hurt. 

He came, from just a few kisses, just from having you down there. All it took was a few touches.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” you said, placing yourself so you were kneeling beside him again. 

Giving him a moment, you watched his smile grow, his body and mind still absorbed in his bliss. It was magic to see him so unburdened. So happy. All you wanted was to see this face, his eyes closed, his breathing labored, insensible to the world.

The vision of him lying there would forever be scored into your memory, vivid and perfect.

Finally able to make himself sit up, Five reached for you with urgent hands, intent on kissing you again. His sleepy kisses left you in no doubt at all about his approval. He trembled all over, his mouth clumsy but insistent.

When he reached under your skirt, you stopped him.

Five hesitated, worriedly meeting your gaze. He looked shaken, every bit as shaken as you felt.

You stroked his hair, then cupped his face between your palms and returned his kisses with something much softer and slower.

He whispered your name, and you knew that he wanted to return the pleasure you’d given him, but you also knew that he was too drunk to fully get what he should out of such a long awaited experience.

“There is no hurry,” you whispered.

He said your name again, like a question on his soft lips.

He shook his head in frustration with his lack of words.

“Hush,” you said, drawing his head to your shoulder, enjoying how he clutched at your arms for support. 

There were so many things he’d said about himself at the bar. So many awful things he’d claimed he'd been through. In his eyes, he’d fallen from grace, but with a confession you were never meant to hear, both your lives would be forever changed in a very good way.

Five let go after a few minutes, stealing another uncertain glance at you that was met with nothing but tenderness and the reassurance of your smile.

His hair was a mess, and you guessed yours was no better. Swinging your legs over the side of his bed, his face fell. He was sure that you were going to leave him and laugh your whole way home over what he’d just done.

Moving to shut the curtains and click off the light, you turned back. Five was sitting there, pants still undone, his shirt wide open, blankly staring, his hands folded in his lap. Sprinting back, you crawled back to him, putting your hands on his shoulders, aching inside with something for him that had nothing to do with sex.

You’d never felt this desire before. This devotion. It wasn’t pity, but compassion, a wanting to give everything to him.

Looking uncomfortable, he said nothing as you carefully undid his tie and tossed it over the wooden rail of his headboard.

“I’m glad you invited me over,” you said.

Arranging his hair out of his eyes, tucking it back behind his ears, you waited for him to lift his face and look at you.

“Aren’t you?” you pushed.

“I appreciate your willingness to give me a try…” he said, unable to give the words the levity you knew he felt.

“I want to give you more than a try.”

“Why?” he questioned, all attempts at calm slipping away from him. Grasping at your hips, Five shook his head, before he could look away you saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes. “There are no words for what I am and why you should run the other direction as fast as possible and never look back.”

Bending until his face was level with yours, leaving no escape from your gaze, you said, “I want you. At the bar, even before you proved you weren’t delusional, I wanted you. When you showed me how you blink while we were in the alley and you accidentally fell over that trash can when you reappeared, I almost peed my pants, sure… but it was worth it to see your handsome face turn so pink and it sure made all the things you were saying seem much more believable.”

“I’m too old for you,” he argued but lacking any conviction at this point.

“I don’t care,” you shot back. “You are a beautiful mystery, Five Hargreeves and I love mysteries”

You gave him a peck on the cheek, then the lips when he started to pout, trying to get more.

You laughed as he slowly drew you against his chest, one hand splaying across your butt and the other caressing the line of your spine.

There was something remote in his piercing gaze but you weren’t at all scared of it. “You love beautifully fucked-up mysteries?” he challenged.

Kissing him again, Five leaned into it, his hand on your backside moving in a way that was no longer as innocent.

A playful little tug on the back of his hair and he let you go again.

“Lay down,” you ordered, trying to sound bossy but your laugh over his immediate obedience ruined it.

Five laid back and reached out his hand and you took it, letting him pull you in next to him.

Your fingers entwined, with the warmth of his body folded against your backside. Five kissed your neck, his words warm as he breathed you in. 

The comfort and safety of his arms holding you, your eyes started to feel heavy. 

Your breaths fell in pace with his. 

Just before you fell asleep, you heard him whisper, “This is all I have ever wanted.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[motteteto]

who do i gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?????

[twobraincells-art]

The 8th of August, 2024

Two mistakes of the universe go for a walk. Despite this, the universe doesn’t chew them up and spit them out. It lets them be. They deserve it, after all.

It’s a lovely day.

[laurrelise]

when five mentions that the other mannequins are delores’ friends it’s funny because it implies that he also saw them as people. do you think at some point or another delores and five had guests for dinner. and it’s just one teenager and 3 mannequins around a table in the middle of the apocalypse.

i want to laugh but i might actually just cry

[velvet4510]

In s1, Five tells Allison he wants to live long enough to meet Claire.

In s4, Five and Claire never interact.

This is the most consistent show of all time, WOW!

[very-straight-blog]

Number Five from seasons 1-3, you'll always be famous.

[foolinafable]

family matters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like we’re going home.”

── ✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She only started showing a few days ago”

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

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