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Levi Fics!

Only You [Mafia AU, Smut, Hurt+Comfort]

Praying [Smut]

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Levi Ackerman x F! Reader

Smut (i’m backkkk!)

Praying

Levi got hurt—bad—really bad a couple weeks ago. He was suspended from any missions or training until further notice. He was more than pissed about it, he pleaded for days straight, begging to be able to get in gear again.

You took care of him throughout this time. Replacing old bandages, applying ointment on bruises, helping him move around, giving him the latest gossip, and constantly checking his health.

“Drink this.” You hummed, bringing the spoon of medicine up to Levi’s lips. You brushed his black hair out of his face. You smiled when your eyes connected.

Levi’s face cringed at the taste of the bitter medicine. His eyes were low as he looked at your face. Lately, he’s been more quiet than usual, talking with his eyes, you assumed he was feeling more down because his last request to Erwin was denied.

You set down the spoon on his dresser. Your hands ghosted his bandages, lightly trailing down his chest. Levi exhaled a shaky breath, his hand grabbed onto your wrist before you could reach his waistline.

“Sorry, does that hurt?” You tilted your head, pulling your hand back.

“I’m fine.” He huffed.

You bit your tongue, looking down at your hands. “Levi, I understand–“

“You don’t.” He sighed, pushing back the strands of hair in tickling his forehead.

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You adjusted your place of the edge of his bed. Your hand coming up to cup his cheeks. “Just tell me what you need. Please, I just wanna make you feel better” You pleaded, thumb moving across his cheek.

Levi stared at you, his eyes suddenly going hollow and dark. In a blink, his lips found yours, moving fast. Your hands reached up to grasp his chest, but the feel of the bandages made you shrink away.

His hand came up to your nape, pushing you closer together, you soon had no choice but to be on top of him. Your thighs straddled his lap, the think blanket covering his lap couldn’t hide the tent in his pants.

Levi’s hands ran all around you, they went underneath your shirt, cupping your breast, and went down to tug at your pants. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you closer onto him.

“Slow down, you could hurt yourself…” You parted from the kiss, placing a hand between you two.

Levi’s eyebrows knitted together, his grip tightening around your waist. “I need you,” He whispered, a needy whine in his voice. “It’s all I think about.” His lips locked around your neck, softly sucking. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.” His tongue circled around your skin, sending shiver down your spine.

You melted into his touch. You couldn’t recall the last time you and Levi did it, the thought of that made his neediness more relatable. You kissed him, your hands brushing against his jawline. A moan left your lips as you grinded on his boner.

“Please.” He tugged down your pants, urging you to take them off. Your undergarments along side your pants got tossed to the floor. When his fingers dipped to touch your bare wetness, you craved the feeling of Levi more.

His thumb massaged your clit, creating sparks inside your nerves. His fingers rubbed your slick around before dipping into your hole. His digits moved back and forth, making your abdomen clench. You closed your eyes, ecstasy washing your mind blank.

The heat of the room closed in on you, your fingers digging into his shoulder. You bit on your bottom lip, muffling the moans erupting in your throat. Levi was concentrated, slowly spreading his fingers to stretch you out.

When your insides started to twitch, he pulled out his fingers, licking the sticky liquid off his fingers. You kissed him, tasting the flavorless slick on his tongue. “C’mon baby” He whispered in your ear, pulling down his sweatpants. His hand wrapped around his stiff length, pushing the head into your hole.

You gasped, the pain mixing in the pleasure. Tears pricked your vision as you slid further down his length. “You can take it.” He shushed your whimpers, thrusting up into you. One hand came up to play with your breasts and an other pulled your waist back down on him.

With every thrust of his cock, your stomach tighten. You allowed Levi to go all out, despite his injuries. Your climax was at the tip of your finger tips, you started to convulse but Levi wouldn’t slow down.

Specks of white dusted your vision. Your moans were choked in your throat as the sensitivity intensified. Levi threw his head back, groping your butt. Small whines left his lips as your movements slowed down.

“Baby please–“ He gulped, sweat going down the creases of his abs. He forced your hips to rise and fall. You mustered up the strength to continue to bounce. Levi pulled you by your neck, his tongue diving deep into your mouth. He moaned into the kiss.

You felt his hips shake slightly as his own climax poured out of him. You continued pumping his white semen out until it began leaking around his shaft. Your hands intertwined in his hair, still kissing him.

You both pulled apart, breathing heavy for air. You rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You feel better?” You chuckled.

“So much.” Levi sighed, holding you close.

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Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Smut and Fluff!

Celsius

All night you've held it up. The fake smile, fake laugh, and the unwavering demeanor. You felt like you could just explode, knowing the dirty situation you got yourself in.

"You okay?" Karen whispered a little too loudly, making the boys turn their heads to you. You nodded your head, taking another drag of the glimmering alcohol in your glass.

"Yeah I'm doing good. Just a little tipsy" You tried you best to slightly slur your words in a convincing way. Karen and Foggy chuckled, going back to studying the most recent case over again.

You silently cursed at yourself under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut until a tightness formed inside your sockets. You found yourself rereading that one paragraph on the file several times—maybe you really were tipsy...

But you couldn't even be focused completely on the tangy champagne lingering on your tastebuds. You made a short glance at the vigilante overriding your thoughts.

God, he looked so good, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and that concentrated look on his face that made his strawberry lips curve to the side. And his lips, the 2 pieces of flesh were always in your dreams ever since that night.

You could recite the events like a poem, the number of times you've gone over it in your head, it was more than a memory, it was burned into your hippocampus.

Matt kept looking at you, more than he was supposed to, more than a boss is supposed to look at his worker—or at least that's what you thought. Or maybe it was just your repressed feelings floating back up to the surface.

"Here you are" Matt whispered, a grin covering his mouth. You laughed, unlocking your apartment door but pausing before you could step inside.

"Thanks for walking me home. I owe you" Your breathing was shallow as you noticed the proximity between you two. That day felt like a dream and the parting seemed like your only chance to start something new.

"It's no big deal. I would do it any day" The way he spoke was charming and intoxicating making you get lost looking at his face. It felt like a millisecond and decades passed.

You hardly registered when your weight shifted to the tip of your toes to match his height and when your fingers ghosted the brown locks on his nape, pulling him in. Your conscience finally kicked in when you felt your lips moving against a stiff figure. His whole body was frozen and it was like you could feel the rejection pouring in.

"Shit I'm so sorry I just thought–" You stopped yourself speaking and realized you sound like an assaulter. "Sorry" You rushed inside your home, closing the door and locking it. Your heart was in your ears and the salty beads of years wouldn't stop streaming down your cheeks.

"My Uber's here!" Karen squealed, a hint of eagerness in her voice. You waved bye to her, looking at the couch where Foggy was laid out, 1 second away from falling asleep. When the door clicked shut that's when you notice the embarrassing silence kicking in.

You gathered up the pile of folders Karen was looking at, standing up off the cold wood. You walked toward Matt's office. The blinds had a small crack in them, allowing some of the sunset to seep in. You let out a small giggle, rushing over to the window to see the pink sky.

You wished you could take a picture with your eyes. "So pretty" You reached out to touch the window that was fogging with condensation. You blew your breath on it like an elementary child, tracing a heart with your initials inside of it.

"What is?" That smooth voice made your body go rigid. You gulped, turned around, and scurried to put the files in his file cabinets. You tried to scoot past him, hand-stretched to pull open the door but he caught your arm. "Can we talk?" He asked, in a small desperate whisper.

How could you say no to that? You nodded even though he couldn't see the gesture. "You haven't spoken to me in 64 hours. You didn't say one word to me today, you kept walking past me like I'm a ghost" He sounded crazy like he was pushed over the edge with this.

You found yourself making slow steps back like a timid animal about to get devoured by its biggest predator. "And if it's because of that night...I—" He took a long breath, a hand coming to cover his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm stupid" You blabbered, face turning warm as the sound wall collided with your bath. Matt's finger went underneath your chin to pick up your drooping face.

You blinked rapidly to get rid of the embarrassing tears, looking at him. Maybe it was the blur from the water in your eyes but it seemed like he was getting closer. You blinked one more time to get the glossy liquid out.

And in that second Matt's lips were on yours, moving gently, hand cupping your cheek. You gripped onto his white shirt. It felt good–more than good. You exhaled, feeling his tongue search for whatever was inside your mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together to get rid of the burning bubbling inside your abdomen. Every moral or willingness to finish a civil conversation was thrown out the window. Matt's calloused hands help you tug your leggings off of you.

As the fabric was stripped off you, ghost bumps replaced the clothing. Matt picked you up, stumbling over to his desk, he nudged a few mini things to the floor before laying you on the cold surface like a dinner plate.

He took off his shirt and glasses while maintaining a steamy kissing session with you. You panted in his mouth, undergarments getting soaked with your arousal. You felt his hand cup your clothed heat, palm digging in to apply pressure.

"Wait" You pulled away, the words dying on your tongue when you see his small pants and lips following yours. "We can't—I can't do this, you're my boss" You stammered, hugging your sweater close to your body.

Matt paused for a bit, disappointment settling across his handsome features. "You're fired" The words slipped out briefly before he continued attacking your lips. You didn't have time to process the feelings of getting fired or the quickness of his hands peeling each article of clothing off your body.

You whined, hands entangling themselves in his scalp. He pulled your hips closer to his. You could feel a thick presence pressing against the thin material of your panties. The tip of his cock nudged your undergarments aside, slowly stretching out your walls.

You opened your mouth in ecstasy, a long moan leaving your mouth. "Matthew" You whispered in his ear, wrapping your legs around his figure. He started moving, and the sound of skin connecting filled the room.

Your stomach tightened with every thrust pushed inside of you. You could feel the cold breeze from the AC ghosting your bare hole. The muscles of your thighs ache as he pushed your legs aside to keep shoving in his length. You felt your back arch from the table's shaking surface.

"I've wanted this so bad" He spoke quietly, mouth pressed against the crook of your nape so that with every breath he took he could get a inhale of your presence. His cock was slightly twitching inside of you as he started to move faster.

Your climax was tighter to hold onto, the familiar white specks covering your vision, heart taking over other sounds. You started to repeat Matt's name like a mantra, your fingers digging into his back.

He didn't stop as you started convulsing, the exploding electricity taking over your body. You moaned and the itching sensation when he didn't stop bucking his hope into you.

The warm wetness made a white ring around his shaft enter inside of you, making new squelches and other damp sex sounds. You're mouth parted, whining at him to stop. Matt finally pulled out, cum sprouting over your torso.

He lifted his face, hand coming up to your cheek, brushing away invisible loose hairs on your face. "You're so beautiful" He kissed you, the motion filled with sweetness and relaxation. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"I wished I wasn't so scared that night..." Matt trailed off but you interrupted him with a kiss, holding him tight.

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[justasimp1]

Do you have any plans to add more Five Hargreeves smutt to your wonderful collection? 😊 Because *chefs kiss* 😘🤌

A lot of people are finding a problem with the Commission AU even though it's a separate universe from The Umbrella Academy. I understand why people got mad at Retired but I apologized for that one and people are still commenting about that.

So probably not. I don't want to seem like a "predator" or some other fucked up title because of a piece of fan fiction.

I'm taking a break from writing for Five Hargreeves (hence why most requests sent for him haven't been released)

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Vance Hopper x F! Reader

Protective and Fluff

Bronze Medal

The arcade's lights glowed on the dark walls. Vance snuck glances at you while maintaining a strict focus on his game, his knuckles turned white as he jerked the handle to the pinball machine. He was so close—just one more pull and he would be bragging about breaking another high score.

"What the hell" His nose scrunched in disgust as he looked at you again. The grip on the machine faltered, making him lose his process. The group around him let out sly snickers and gasps. Vance looked back at the game, pushing out a string of sore loser curses. But he couldn't be completely mad– especially not when a 5'4 idiot was talking to you.

Vance grumbled, shoving in another token, restarting his technique, making slow affirmations that you'll be by his side in a blink of an eye. He rapidly climbed the point system, and more kids wandered up, silently praying for his downfall.

"You live around here?" The shaggy brunette pushed his hair back. You shooked your head, trying to get a peak at Vance between all the crowded bodies. "Maybe after we get to know each other, I could walk you home?" He smiled, the neon lights made his braces shine.

You awkwardly laughed, biting the inside of your cheek. You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you didn't want to lead him on. "I'm sorry, I already have someone walking me home" You made a gesture towards Vance, who had his tongue poked out the side of his mouth in concentration.

"I'm sure he'll understand" He didn't get the hint...? He leaned forward, placing an elbow on the space next to your head to prop his head up. "We could always go somewhere else to get to know each other" He smirked, his lips parting while his eyes flickered go your lips.

You started to subconsciously chuckle, your brain panicking for the nearest exit. "I'm not interested in you, I have a boyfriend who would definitely not understand" You placed a hand on his chest, hoping to nudge him backward.

"I'm known to change female's mind" But he didn't—instead he leaned in closer.

It was an instinct for Vance to check on you or look at you for support whenever he was about to beat another score. He grinned, watching the ball hit sounds and blinding lights. However, the cocky ego was shot down multiple pegs when he saw the same guy with you, and he was kissing you.

He didn't wait for a second, pushing past the nosy children, marching over towards you. The many groans and protests fell behind him. You felt a harsh force pull you to the side. You yelped, clutching on the closest would figure. "What the fuck" By his pale knuckles, gripping your waist, you could tell Vance was holding back.

You looked up, an apology is already on tongue. You were his girlfriend, you shouldn't have let the situation develop as much as it did. Yet, he was burning holes in the boundary-crossing boy. The boy held his hands up in defense, his smirk dropping down to a quivering smile. "She didn't say she had a boyfriend"

You frowned, your eye twitching as you were about to argue against his statement. Vance let go of you, stepping up to the guy, he wrapped his hand around his collar. The boy's body made a thump when it connected to the wall. The group that was once admiring Vance play was now frozen, muttering about the scene.

"Don't fucking lie to me, dip shit" Vance swore, his fingers twitched closer to the guy's neck. Your brain took a long moment to process the slight choking noises. You were all for letting Vance beat up an asshole but getting kicked out of another place wasn't on your to-do list.

He leaned in, whispering something in the boy's ear. "—you understand me?" Vance applied more pressure on the blabbering male. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing a connection between flesh happen. Vance pulled back his arm again, swinging it forward. The wide bruise on the boy's cheek grew, and his body suddenly limp.

Vance dropped the boy, his body crumbling to the ground. He was in the middle of kneeling and hitting him again when you spoke, "Let's go". You knew he heard you by the way his shoulders tensed, and his scarcely head turned. Vance's arm was still in the air, his fist clutched above the guy's face.

You sighed, turning around, and making a beeline to the door.

The cold wind hits your face. Your hands wrapped around your abdomen, bile scratching the side of your esophagus. The arcade's door chimed, and Vance slammed through, a deathly sneer on his face. He was already lettering something along the lines of "Someone had to teach that prick a lesson"

You huffed, kicking stranded pebbles across the concrete. You began to walk down the sidewalk. "I saved you from going to juvie" You chuckled, the heel of your shoes scratching on the pavement. His knuckles brushed past yours.

He started a few angry grumbling. You hide your laugh by readjusting your voice and intertwining your fingers. Vance's hand was calloused and rough but felt sweaty while being held by yours. He paused his furious breathing, allowing silence to consume the moment.

Distant barks of dogs echoed down the sidewalk. The branches of trees tussled, a few leaves drifting to the ground. "Did you..." Vance's voice gets lost in his throat. His hold on your hand got tighter. "Did you let him kiss you?" The words sounded forced, making the angsty sentiment evaporate.

You looked up at him, cocking your head to the side. "He didn't kiss me. And I would have never let that happen" You deadpanned in confusion. His long dirty blonde curls were stacked on his face, so you couldn't study his facial expression. Vance looked at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. You would've passed the movement as relief but you knew Vance way too well for that.

"What did you do...?" You hesitated, remembering Vance didn't immediately follow you after you left the scene.

"I thought he kissed you—" He darted his tongue over his lip, bringing your closed hands to his mouth. His lips moved over your skin, a grin plastering on the back of your hand. "—so I busted his lip"

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[justasimp1]

Hii first i wanna say your writing is amazing! i am not sure if you are taking requests right now but if (when) you do, what about reader and Five working in comission together, have a mission where they have to pretend they're a couple (love the fake dating troupe xD), sexual tension building up and things get heated by the end? if you still do smut ofc! Have a great day :)

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

I love this idea! Smut, Fluff, Fake Dating

Important Information: Five and the reader are both over 18 years old. This is a separate universe from TUA! If you like this AU then try reading this....

Task Finder

You wanted to murder the Handler–like jump over the glass desk and wrap your hands around her throat, squeezing them down. You imagined her esophagus twitching underneath your palm, a smirk lifting your lips, the weak slaps to push your hands away, the life leaving her-

"You can leave now" The Handler's words snapped you out of your murderous gaze. Five began to stride to the door. However, your feet reluctantly stayed in place.

"No, hell no, fuck no, I won't, I can't" Your words didn't seem to faze her. She shrugged, looking back at the door. You thought about getting on your knees and begging but remembered Five was still in the room. "He can just kill them!" You crossed your arms, a small pout tugging at your bottom lip.

"You're doing the task, no exceptions. Now leave!" The Handler closed her eyes, ignoring your previous question.

You didn't want to act like a bratty child but fuck you wanted to throw a mini tantrum in the bathroom. Five's eyes kept side-eyeing you, his lips were pressed in a thin line, his jaw tense. Going on a mission with Five...cool. Going on a mission with Five and having to fake date?! Everything would've been fine if you didn't have a burning infatuation for him.

"Is working with me that bad?" He made a snarky grin but his voice sounded hurt. You looked up at the fluorescent office lights, shaking your head.

"No, it's just because we're friends and we have to pretend to date for the whole day" You pinched your temples, thinking about forced kisses, subtle touches, and eye contact.

"Don't worry too much about it, darling" He put on this fake charming voice, looping an arm around your shoulders. You grimaced pushing him away.

"What's wrong, baby?" He squeezed your cheeks together, making your lips inflate. You stopped walking down the hallway, trying to avert your gaze somewhere else. But the proximity between you two made you pear up at him through your eyelashes.

"Can you stop with the pet names?" You let out a stifled chuckle, your words muffled by your plush lips. Five smiled, his tongue darting out on his lips, he leaned in closer to the point where you could smell his expensive cologne. It wasn't strong but it made your mind go hazy.

You gulped, fingernails digging into your sweaty palm. "We need to practice" His voice warmed your lips. You couldn't tell if he was talking about the pet names or closing the distance between you two. You slightly leaned up, only a few centimeters, testing the waters.

His thumb crossed your bottom lip, pressing it down. His cocky response was caught in his throat. And so was yours. Still, you managed to mumble a quiet "Five"

Time was moving too slow, his lips ghosted yours before he clicked his tongue, letting you go. He continued his walk towards the elevator at the end of the hall. "Let's go" He snickered. You blinked rapidly, trying to process what happened.

"Right..." You whispered underneath your uneven breathing.

________________________

"4'o'clock" Five pulled you closer. You looked to the right, scanning for a man with a brown slick back and a curled mustache. You squeezed Five's arm, as the man walked over to you. "I'm right here, stay calm" His thumb rubbed circles into your exposed skin.

"Are you enjoying the party?" His voice was rusty and slurred. Alcohol coming from his body.

"Yes, thank you for inviting us, Mr. Houghton" You smiled, unconsciously leaning into Five. "I and my husband were interested in your private collection" When you finished your sentence his eyes darkened and the foolish beer emotions disappeared.

"Are you cops?" He let out an obnoxious laugh, looking at your expression for hesitation. His hand went to touch your arm. You allowed him, forcing another smile.

"Never in my 38 years of living, I ever thought of being one of those hooligans" You laughed, biting at the inside of your cheek. Five bit back a laugh when he heard your fake age and minor accent.

"You seem very curious for a woman. My private collection is more of a man's thing, eh?" Mr. Houghton gestured towards Five, waiting for an agreed hum. Five's arm rested at your waist, if he could pull you any closer he 100% would.

You took in a sharp inhale, your brain rebooting. Mr. Houghton seemed to notice, his eyebrows arching at the awkward PDA. "How long have you been married?" Shit, he was quizzing you. You prayed that you or Five wouldn't slip up.

"10 long happy years" Five lifted your hand to his mouth, his lips pressing against the silver band around your finger. You looked at his action, the temperature of your cheeks rising. A faint rosy tint covered his cheeks also.

Only if he knew...

" I couldn't even stand the first one" Mr. Houghton let out a loud laugh, putting a hand on his abdomen.

Five grimaced, intertwined your hands, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. "Well, I married her for a reason: I love her" Five leaned down pressing a kiss on your forehead. For a second, you imagined a scenario if you were married, him whispering corny sweet nothings late at night, subtle glances, him taking special days off at the commission just to spend time with you.

"Any children?" He queried, the space between his eyebrows creasing in disgust.

You bit the corner of your lip, a little excited to learn if Five would ever think about having children. However, he was glancing at you like it was your choice to make. "Not yet. We want to enjoy the silence a bit longer" You wondered what Five would name his kids, maybe something unique but not too extreme.

"What's her favorite flower?" The questions started getting more personal. Shit. You thought about different flowers, hoping to telepathically send your true answer to Five.

"Magnolia, I got her a bouquet on her birthday" Five spoke without missing a beat. And that had to be the truest thing he's uttered since the shenanigan started. He gave you a bouquet of Magnolia flowers on your birthday and after one whiff of the plant, you fell in love.

From then he got you those flowers often, gave you special scented perfume, and even planted a Magnolia tree in your backyard. That was around 3 years ago, you were surprised he even still remembered.

"Where did you meet?" His nose scrunched, his eyes narrowing at the small hint of standstill.

Fuck. You had been working in the commission with Five for whose knows how long. Yet, you guys didn't meet there, you met at a coffee shop- no an office- no a— "17 years old, at a funeral of a mutual friend" Five's eyes remained on Houghton, keeping a tight smile.

You squinted your eyes, thinking back to your teenage years. There was definitely a funeral but you don't remember Five being— oh shit he was right?! You were beyond flabbergasted, your memories were foggy but you could tell Five's face structure apart from any hazy person.

The elderly man hummed for a bit, sticking a piece of brown stiff tobacco inside his mouth. He chewed on it for a while, eyes scanning the ceiling. " I need new colleagues, anyways" Mr. Houghton's voice was laced with alcoholic venom. He trudged towards the opening leading outside of the gallery.

"Brace yourself, try to not think about killing him too soon" Five whispered. He seems to skip over your shocked expression. Nonetheless, he put his finger underneath your slack jaw, pushing it up, his thumb rubbed your lip as he did at the office.

"How...what the hell?" You were squeezing your eyes, hoping that he would transform into some type of cyborg. Your throat urged you to take a fresh breath of air.

"What can I say? You're hard to forget" His lips stayed parted like he wanted to say more. His eyes flickered towards your pressed mouth. You felt warm under him, like you would melt if his eyed you any longer. You wondered if he was able to see every insecurity from vision.

"Five" The words came out strained. You looked away, pushing his hand away, your heart filling your ears. Five murmured something incoherent, beginning to follow Houghton out of the room.

"Leave us" Mr. Houghton grumbled to the two bulky men standing in front of the burgundy door. The men scanned you like a fresh piece of meat. Five's hand twitched, reaching to grab your arm, he sent a glare at the nearest man. They huffed, taking heavy steps towards the unsupervised art gallery.

Houghton fiddled with a key, shoving it into the golden keyhole. When the door creaked open, he step aside, allowing you and Five to enter first. The room was small, with a chair in the middle of it and a large safe in front of it. Your hands balled into a tight fist when he closed the door.

He wobbled to the safe, twisting the lock several times. You slyly peered inside, seeing stacks of books, your stomach churned. "My newest edition" He let out a long groan, selecting the top book. He popped it open, holding it high so you both can see.

Multiple pictures of a tied-up woman (maybe even girls) were scattered across the page. Usually, bondage could have been a turn but there is no way these pictures were consented to. You gritted your teeth, hand rubbing the gun tucked under your dress.

Five beat you to it, removing his gun from the inside of your jacket, shooting him 4 times in his leg. He let out a scream, it echoing off the soundproof walls. You reached up the slit of your dress, snatching your gun. The barrel lined perfectly against Houghton's temple.

Five put the book back inside the safe along with a small shot glass of booze he's been hiding and several lit matches. The paper book covers caused a domino effect of flames. "NO!" Houghton choked out, his hand smearing his blood on the pant leg of his suit.

You removed the safety, teasingly dragging the head of the gun into his mouth. You cooed inside his ear, shoving the tough material down his throat. Five smirked in admiration and something more dark lurked beneath his pupils. "Crazy fucking cock-sucking whore" His filthy words were muffled by the gun.

You laughed holding back the hysteria before pulling the trigger. The sound blurred your ear drums, his body trashing came to a slow stop, and there was a thud as his head hit the floor. You stood up before the pool of blood could stain your skin.

You must've been staring at the lifeless body for too long because Five pulled you into him. He embraced you tightly, kissing your head. "He was a lunatic, you saved a lot of people" He sounded like he was trying to comfort you. You knew what he was saying was right but taking a life put pressure on your soul.

And Five knew this.

You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. "You did so good" He rubbed your cheek, pulling your face up. You could taste his scent on your tongue. Your legs went weak while you strained yourself to hold back from smashing your lips on each other. The hand on your back was enough to make your mind go blank.

He was so close. A silent ache filled your lower abdomen. You gripped onto the front of his suit. He was lost in your eyes like there wasn't a decomposing body on the ground. Your lips were touching but neither of you dared to move.

Your mouth opened but you didn't say his name in a stern voice like usual. You just slowly breathed, relaxing in his touch. "We should go" His words tickled your face.

"Right..." You said however you made no move towards the door. Five gulped, like a character in a movie that knew staying in a particular situation would have bad consequences. If you pushed further, he would have no choice but to return the kiss. You thought about it for a while, basking in his stare.

Five wanted–no he needed you to say his name, stop him from doing something irreversible. His tongue swiped across bottom. It took a long time for you to realize this is Five, a commission's assassin, a cocky bastard, a teasing son-of-a-bitch-who-made-you-fall-in-love-too-early-in-your-life.

If you kissed him, he would laugh and act like you accidentally tripped on a rock. If you confessed to him, he would think you were drunk and mistaken him for your future husband.

You backed away, looking down at the rim of blood that had yet to reach your heels. You hurried out of the room, not waiting for Five to catch up. Rich people were still talking with soft classical music. You lifted the slit of your dress and grabbed the car keys, that were stuffed inside your garter belt.

The wind was icy, making you shiver, and the ruffles of your dress sway in the wind. Five walked out of the doors, his eyes burning holes at the back of your head. In your peripheral, his face was contorted in confusion.

You snorted under your breath, clicking the lock button on the car key, faint beeps came from the middle of the crowded parking lot. You wondered aimlessly towards Five's black car. "Are you driving?" You jiggled the keys at him.

"Y/N." He deadpanned, the rest of the sentence dying on his tongue.

"I kind of wanted to doze off in the back or something..." You hummed, unlocking the car, and opening the back seat door.

"Y/N-" You closed the door, his grumbling still seeped into the cracks of the car door. You tossed the keys in the front seat before laying down, exhaustion taking over your body.

Five's footsteps faltered, turning back around. He swung open the door, almost sitting on your legs if you didn't move them fast enough. He slammed the door shut, turning towards you. You sighed, scooting to make more room. Five didn't get the memo because his body hovered over you, hand moving up your leg to your waist, and he pulled you back down.

He was acting on some rapid impulse.

"Five?" You swallowed your confusion, looking at him almost connecting your lips, your hands helplessly by your side. He shook his head, throwing out apologies, his hand running threw his hair. You absentmindedly reached for his suit jacket again, tugging him back down.

It was contradicting your recent statement but it was worth it even if Five wouldn't acknowledge your stupid crush on him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. He kissed like a starved animal, desperately scraping at your rising dress. His tongue poking around your mouth.

His teeth clashed with yours, heavy pants leaving your mouth. It made your insides clench around nothing when he pressed his hard groin into yours. His brown hair was making a small curtain around you two. His breath smelt like mint and expensive champagne.

Your fingernails dug into his scalp, quiet moans of his name leaving your lips. "Five" His lips moved messily on your lips, jaw, and neck. His fingers slid up your stockings, to your thin black undergarments. He found the oval-shaped damp spot and applied pressure to his rubbing.

You arched your back, fingers clawing for something to grasp. "You're driving me crazy" Five strained, his fingers pushing your panties to the side, his thick fingers dipping inside your hole. "Saying my..." He let out a guttural groan "Fuck—saying my name like that"

You felt like just the width of his fingers would tear you apart, he made strong efforts to pump his fingers back and forth. Your eyes fluttered shut, your tongue running dry. "Five...please" Bolts were forming at the base of your veins. Heart pulsing along with your hole.

Five hissed, bowing his head. He pulled out his fingers to palm his growing erection. He made lazy kisses on your breast, sucking at your clothed nipples. You squirmed, feeling wetness coat your inner thigh. "Can I?" His voice was hoarse but he managed to say it gently.

You waited for a moment, thinking about your angsty declaration. There was a part of you saying don't think anything of it, it's just a regular hookup. Then again you wanted to believe the soft look in his clouded eyes, the desperate holding back gaze. You wanted to believe that saying yes was going to lead to something worth more than car sex.

"Yes," The words were unsure of themselves. You tilted your head up, avoiding eye contact. Five took your hand, unhurriedly making you cup his sore boner. You swallowed the lump swelling in your throat, your finger tugged at his pants. Five allowed you to drag them down along with his boxers.

You peeked down, the tip of his hard cock was flushed red, the rest of the shaft leading to a darker tan. Your mouth watered at the sight of sticky precum building at the tip. You stretched your fingers to meet his girth, you stroked him softly, not wanting to hurt the fragile organ.

"Five...?" You continued moving your hand, gathering the slick from his tip.

"God–please" He whimpered, tossing his jacket off, and unfastening his tie. You wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer. You moved your hand faster, pumping more of him. Your lips opened to speak but Five put a shaky finger over your mouth. "I'm going to cum if you keep talking"

You narrowed your eyes, hiding a laugh. You placed his cock near your entrance, rolling your hips so Five would get the none verbal message. He put a tense arm on the seat, and the spot to the right of your head dipped. You tried to move your eyes away from his face but fuck he was making your lungs stop functioning.

Your obscene thoughts were put to an end when he rammed his length inside you. You felt all the remaining air you had, leave your body. His grip on your hips was going to bruise. You couldn't form a complete thought before he started moving.

His cock was covered in your slick, a glistening ring forming at his base. He rutted into you with little concern with the force pushing the car. You felt your spirit rising from your body, your pounding heart canceling out the moans.

Fire was under your fingertips, shocks twirling in your stomach. You threw your head back, eyes losing their vision. "I need to feel you cum–on my cock" He muttered, regaining his composure. It all hit you like one wave.

Losing feeling in your muscles, a long whimper leaving your mouth, contractions erupting through your form, involuntary trembling circling your weak limbs. You sucked and pulled at Five's length, making him lean back, burying your hips into his.

He repeated your name along with frantic nonsense: "You are so perfect" "I've wanted to do this for so long" and "You feel so good inside". His hips stutter, making his nails dig into your hips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out, spraying his cum on the inside of your thigh.

He twitched, massaging his dick, and more white beads dripped out. You tried to catch your breath in the steamy car. The smell of sex and cum filling your nostrils. Five wiped his semen off with his stranded jacket, tossing it back down again.

The weight of his body hovered over you again. He delicately pressed himself down, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You okay?" You wouldn't have noticed his calm words if you weren't paying attention to the awkward silence.

"Yeah...it was nice" You kept the smile to yourself, trying to get a peak of Five's face. He lifted, his face crinkled with a gasp.

"Well I thought it was breathtaking" He chuckled, seeing panic cross your face. Before you could take back your words, he pressed a kiss to your lips. You tried you move but your body was too tired.

"If we could do this again. I would marry you in a heartbeat" He mumbled, grinning.

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #smut #angst #fake dating #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fluff #five headcanons #five x reader #five hargreeves smut #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #adian Gallagher x reader #adian gallagher smut #umbrella academy fluff #umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #unbrella academy smut

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Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface x F! Reader

Ramble♡♡

My Jersey

You had seen him before–the brooding, thick shoulder, loose black curls, mystery face man. He made you curious, oddly warm, and bold–10x bolder.

"I think I left something" You tried to put on the most convincing tone towards your brother. He shrugged, shoving a cigarette in-between his lips. Smoke swirled into the air, mixing in with the pungent fumes from the factor.

"If you take forever, I'm leaving" He twirled the car keys in the air, walking to the car. You rushed back towards the doors, mud spreading underneath the hill of your boot. The doors let out a long groan, making the humid factor all the more eerie.

You walked past big greasy tubes, large freezers packed with various types of animal meat, and cupboards lined with dripping bloody knives. You made a beeline to a space in the factor, the sound of chopping bouncing off the walls.

Your hips buckled at the sight, his muscles flexing, sweat glistening on his exposed hands. His thick fingers smeared the leaking blood around the table. Oil and grime were disgusting but on him, it was all the more attractive.

"Excuse me," It was now or never...

His body went rigid, like the sound of your voice was a song you hadn't listened to in forever, and you doubted your ability to remember all the lyrics. He continued, moving his arm, the blade of the machete tearing down into the slab of meat.

You closed your eyes, bathing in the embarrassing silence. You didn't realize how much your feet were itching to take several steps back. "Sorry," You gulped, your hands fiddling with the fabric of your clothing. You looked up at the dull yellow lighting, hoping the rays would dry the wetness coating your lens.

"What?" It was barely soft and came out like a murmur. The space between your eyebrows crinkled, and you looked at the man's back. His movements slowed the weight of the knife releasing from his grip.

You smiled, replaying the small clip of his voice again. You giggled and twirled inside, your heart exploding with childish emotions. However, it was short-lived because fuck...you hadn't planned what to say if he responded.

You stammered over your words, making weird gestures with your hands. "Hi, I'm Y/N. My brother works here. So, one day I was looking for him but found you. And I asked around for your name—some people can be mean so I stopped but then I asked my brother. But he was curious and wouldn't tell me anything until I gave him a reason to and I couldn't tell him I wanted to get to know a cute guy..." You drifted off, listening to the silence that replaced your rambling.

He didn't say anything. The chopping reverberated once again. He didn't even tense or spare you a glance. The unresponsive long seconds sent you an obvious rejection.

"Sorry, I should leave" Your heart fell. You took a few steps back, hoping the walls could squeeze your figure, hiding you from any civilization. Your mind is filled with diseased thoughts. 'What if he thought I was weird? He's not talking for a reason, he thinks I'm disgusting, my voice sounds raspy'

You were sprinting at this point, your throat clenching for fresh air. "Fuck" You groaned, looking around, all the walls looked the same. You kicked the nearest beer bottle, sending it across the floor, the sound made you flinch.

Your fingers arched at your scalp, pathetic wetness blurring your vision. There were so many thoughts fleeting and stacking. You regretted stepping back into the building, your brother probably stranded you here, you embarrassed yourself greatly, and missed your last chance of finding a guy you liked.

Your brain started to pulse, an instant headache forming from the stomach-churning feeling. You rubbed your eyes, removing the tears staining your waterline. You slowly moved out of the humid room, retracing your steps, navigating to the entrance.

Your heart was too intertwined with your thoughts and your eyes were too focused on the ground. You didn't realize the mumbled—no grumble and stiff body blocking your way. You paused, your heart swirling around, burying itself into the ground.

You saw the light seeping in from the entrance behind his torso. He was tall in front of you, his body emitting a metallic smell. You studied his mask, the tuff material looping around his mouth. His lips were visible, they were parted but nothing came out.

You imagined a scenario where your hands could caress his face, lips grazing each other, foreheads bumping together. A rhythmic honk came from outside. "I have to go, my brother is waiting" You squirmed passed him, the words came out weakly.

His hand grabbed your arm, his palm gulped your limp. His grip was tight, a red irritation mark showing. You looked down at your feet, hesitant to make eye contact. He placed a crumpled parchment in your hand before walking off.

You turned around, rushing outside. Cold air filled your lungs, you let out a sasitified sigh. Running to your brother's car that was still beeping. You slowed down, to open your palm. The paper was oily and has a few specks of dirt on it.

You undid the many creases, stretching out the paper. "Thomas Hewitt..." You whispered to yourself, re-reading the paper again and analyzing each letter to make sure you read it right. You felt foolish for stopping dead in your tracks and slightly jumping up and down.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Your brother yelled, laying down on the horn again. So many questions and emotions were flying through your mind. You skipped over to the car, your eyes smashed against the words. You examined his handwriting and the small swirl on his last name.

Your brother moved the stick into a new gear. You leaned back in your seat, tracing over the words. "Tell me about Thomas Hewitt"

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #leather face #leatherface #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba x reader #thomas x reader #thomas hewitt x reader fluff #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt smut #leatherface x reader #leatherface x you

[justasimp1]

Five Hargreeves with a popstar reader?

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Popstar Headcannons

Five will always see you as high maintenance no matter how much you disagree

He has a secret account when he likes all your pictures, videos, etc and basically indulges like a true fan

He'll joke about you making a song about him– but he's not really joking...

He has a playlist of his favorite songs and you're like 99% of them

After long studio hours, Five always cuddles you for hours, ordering your favorite takeout, and watching your favorite shows

He gets private VIP tickets always

Sometimes he'll brag about you online on his secret account

He likes when you do his makeup for fun

He frequently gets jealous of fan meets because fans get weirdly touchy

When rehearsing, he's always in the background being supportive! ♡

(Season 3 bonus) lf you ever feeling sad about losing your life style/fans due to the new timeline, he'll insist for you to preform for him and show you his secret stash of your shows recordings

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreves fluff #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves headcannons #headcannons #five headcanons

[justasimp1]

I ADORE YOUR WRITING AND I JUST NEED FIVE HARGREEVES WITH A SHY GN READER. LIKE MAYBE THEY'RE ACTUALLY REALLY SMART BUT ONLY FIVES SEES THAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THEM WELL BUT THE OTHERS DONT SEE IT BECAUSE THEY'RE REALLY quite??

I'm sorry if you wanted a full actual onehsot but with this idea I just thought of a fluffy ramble

Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Fluff, Ramble

Petal

This was just supposed to be a simple escape room. So why were they arguing–again... "Did you just graduate from the 4th grade?" Diego mumbled to Viktor. "Says the person who didn't know how to spell 'beginning" He muttered back. He narrowed his eyes at him, "There's too many fucking ns" He grumbled, balling his fist.

"Five, hurry the fuck up!" Allison hissed, eyeing the clock in the corner of the room. Five furrowed his brows, pinching his temples in thought. He was shuffling through different combinations. You bit your tongue, staying silent.

Klaus was on his knees, praying to whatever new God he believed in. Luther just leaned on the wall muttering, instigating Diego. The shouting back and forth filled your ears, making you squeeze your eyes shut. "Y/n, I need your help" The mention of your name leaving Five's mouth made everything silent.

Everyone stopped their bickering, turning their heads. Even though no one said anything, their expressions implied enough. You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet. You opened your mouth, your words hesitantly falling out. "What's the equations again?"

"First number, is (7 × 9 + 2)3" Viktor explained slowly as if you were a child. "Second number is 3 + 1 × 2" Klaus lifted his head from his praying stance, but he still had a slightly condescending tone. "Third, is [9 × 5(88 - 56)" Allison finished off, crossing her arms, glancing at Five.

The questions weren't that hard but seeing as there was no paper to work with, the numbers could slip away in your head. You stepped up to the lock, thumb grazing the 3-number lock. The wheel was loose, rolling underneath your skin. Five stood patiently, glaring at any of his siblings who dared to break your concentration.

"All the answers equal 1,640 so my guess is 164" You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a pounding sensation engulfed your brain. You turned the number wheels, and the lock clicked. The object fell open in your palm, you opened the door, the next room's layout in view.

"It's vampire-themed?" You smiled, turning back to Five whose mouth was parted. "That was quicker than expected" Five whispered, he knew you were ridiculously smart but you always shocked him with your timely skills. The other Hargreeves siblings seemed ever more surprised.

Expected Klaus who seemed— thankful? "You are an angel, a godsend. We've been at that level for ages" Klaus crawled vastly to the entrance, giving a quick bow to you. "Well maybe if you idiots would stop bickering and asked them for help this could've happened sooner"

Diego did not take being called an idiot light. "Well, how was I supposed to know they're some type of freaky genius!" He stormed to Five, smacking him aside the head. "Ask, dumbass, or get to know them" Five pushed him back.

"But you're just so..." Diego turned to you, gesturing to your presence. You walked inside the new room with the rest of the siblings. "Quiet," They all say union. You hummed, nodding, sinking away from all the attention. "Do something useful and search for clues" Five pushed past them, guiding you to a corner of the room.

"So you think you could carry us out of this?" He smirked. "It was just 3 math problems...it wasn't that spectacular" You muttered, turning over small objects, checking for numbers or letters. He turned around, looking at his distracted family.

He leaned closer, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. You wanted to bask in the exploding emotion longer but Five pulled away. "You're so smart" He laughed at your shocked face. You bit the inside of your cheek, leaning forward to him again.

Five's hand snaked to your hand, intertwining your fingers. "Guys! I found something~" Klaus called from inside a coffin. You giggled, rushing over to help him out the narrow box.

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreves fluff #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreaves fluff

[justasimp1]

Hope everything is going well with you! I was just wondering if I could request a Five Hargreeves x girlfriend!reader oneshot? Maybe where when everyone gets stranded in Dallas through different years after Five travels back the family and reader back in time? The reader end up getting stranded alone in Dallas and gets pretty much adopted by a gang leader and works for their gang and has developed a father-daughter relationship. After Five travels back to Dallas to stop the second apocalypse and find his family and reader, he goes to the gangs hideout for some reason and the reader spots him and tackles him with all their love and a bunch of kisses cause reader missed him so much! And maybe the gang leader acts protective over reader? Sorry if this is very long, I thought it was a cute idea!!

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

Mr. Jackson

You could tell you were alone. It was unsettling, unknown fears crawling through the dark to torment your hectic mind. The only thing you could occupy yourself with is training- or what to other people's eyes was reckless fighting.

People from the outskirts of Dallas and North Texas came all the way to see you fight. At first, it made you queasy and skeptical. Up until cheers were blasting in your ears and stacks of money ended in your hand.

You bounced lightly, eyeing your opponent. His arms were long, allowing him to protect his abdomen and face at the same time. He let out a few snarky comments before taking a close swing at your face. "You might wanna close your eyes this is going to hurt, little girl"

You always thought about using your powers in situations like this. You craned your neck to dodge his lanky arm. His smile quickly vanished. As he put his arm back to his side, you extended your leg, swooping his weight from underneath him. His body slammed into the ground, the force making him groan.

You dropped your stance, straddling his wailing form. "Right back at you" You whispered before raising your fist and punching him. The impact made sweat spark at your nape. Blood stained the cloth wrapped around your hand. You slowed your movements when he tapped profoundly at the ground.

More screams echoed around the gym, you could hear the people by the side of the ring cheer (most likely the gamblers). You got off the man, quickly exiting the ring. Your head was starting to hurt, your blinks becoming heavier.

You walked to the locker rooms, escaping the feral yells. You opened your locker, a picture of you and Five hung by a mirror along with group selfies with his siblings. You took a handful of caffeine pills with water. You leaned against the mirror, mumbling quietly.

In the side of your eye, you caught a black figure moving. You watched the mirror closing realizing it was more than one. "Don't be fucking creeps" You grabbed the gun on the top shelf of your locker, turning around to the dim wall. You removed the safety, index finger hovering on the trigger.

"Don't shoot" The middle man held up his hands, emerging from the shadows with two other men holding guns. You furrowed your eyes, staring at the black gun being pointed at you. "My name is Arthur Jackson" The middle man spoke again, he whispered an incoherent phrase making the other two drop their guns.

You paused at the name. "Shouldn't you be collecting money or killing people?" You slightly lowered your gun, watching the well-known gang leader struggle with his cigarette lighter. "I've watched 5 of your fights so far" The cigarette in his mouth muffle his words.

"Are you impressed?" You scoffed, turning back to your locker, and gathering your belongings. "Very much so! I would like to propose a job offer" He spoke with enthusiasm now that the light produced a steady flame. The invisible nicotine swirled into the light.

"Just like every other miserable wealthy man" You murmured, swinging your bag over your shoulders. "I can grant you protection, money, and...a home" His eyes drifted to you. Everyone else only offered vast amounts of dollars, your audience was growing as so was their thirst for blood, and motel beds made your spine ache.

"Fuck it" You shrugged, crossing your arms. You took a heart-shaped picture of Five from your locker, keeping it in your pocket, before closing the locker. Arthur smiled, walking back to the emergency exit, he held the door open for you. "If you try anything weird I will kill you" You stopped walking and narrowed your eyes at him.

"You're feisty for a kid" He pushed you by the head towards a glinting dark car. "I'm not a kid" "You act like one" You almost felt regret for saying yes because if you were living with this erking nonsense you were going to suffocate him in his sleep.

[𝟽 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛]

"Shouldn't you be training" Arthur crossed his arms, his eyes flickering up from his paperwork. "Shouldn't you be in a nursing home" You peered over his desk, scanning the contents of the papers. He faked a laugh, taking a sip of his cup.

The liquid in the glass was tinted with brown, you could almost smell the bitter alcohol. "I got bored and bothering you is better than training" You grabbed a stack of papers, sitting in the leather chair in front of his desk.

You mocked his movements, biting back a laugh. "What do you want, Y/N?" He groaned, setting his papers back on the desk. "I'm bored" You mocked his deep voice, tossing your stack of papers back onto the desk.

He sighed sitting up, grabbing his jacket from a dark brown wooden rack. "Where to, then?" He reached into his coat pocket, fiddling with his cigarette and lighter. "Shopping?" You hummed, following behind him as he exited his office.

"Too risky, anyone can recognize you. Ask my men to buy whatever you want" When he spoke, white smoke churned into the air. You rolled your eyes, looking at the cream-colored hallway. "Let's do the movies, again?" He turned back at you with a smirk.

"Last time, one of the workers gave me attitude so you bought the whole theater just to fire them" You shook your head, cringing from embarrassment. "Does it matter if someone sees me in public?" You muttered.

Arthur paused, turning around to give you a dissatisfied look. You didn't wait for him to continue walking. As you near the end of the hallway you could hear stern voices. You peaked around the corner.

A group of Arthur's men was surrounded by the front door. "Who are you?" A series of guns cocked. "If I'm correct, the fighter Y/N L/N lives here?" The voice pulled on a nerve, making you want to get closer. Arthur put a hand on your shoulder. "Stay here"

Before you could object, he was already walking towards the front door. You strained to hear what Arthur was saying. His men tense when he stepped forward, some of them shuffling out of the way. You took your chance to catch a glimpse of the intruder.

Shock engulfed your body, your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened. You wormed your way through the tough bodies. A smile tugged on Five's lips when he saw you. "Missed me?" His voice was caught in his throat. You walked up to him, examining his face.

A stinging sensation filled your palm, in a blink, you slapped Five across the face. His jaw tensed, a red print appearing on his cheek. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. Five hugged you back, taking a deep breath of your scent.

"Yeah, I have" You spoke breathlessly, closing your eyes to bask in the euphoria. Five rubbed his hand down, resting it on the small of your back. You kissed around his face, covering every inch of his face in your love. A thick hand gripped one of your arms, yanking you away from Five. "Who are you?" Arthur narrowed his eyes, the point of his gun aiming directly at Five's head.

"Five Hargreeves" Five offered his hand but Arthur's grip on the gun didn't falter. "How do you know him?" He turned his fierce gaze to you. You awkwardly laughed, pushing the barrel of his gun down.

"We're kind of...dating" You don't know why you were so anxious to tell Arthur. He was family and he treated you as such. You chewed on your bottom lip, searching his eyes for approval. "Interesting..." He shooed his men away, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"Nice to meet you Mr..?" "Arthur Jackson" Arthur slipped his gun back inside his jacket's inner pocket. "Thanks for taking care of my dear Y/N" Five looked at you grinning. You wanted to laugh at the weird lovely feeling blossoming but you watched intensely at Arthur's actions, afraid he would put a bullet in Five's skull.

"Yours? Do you like taking ownership of women? Are you that insecure that you need to-" "It's a joke" You cut Arthur off before he could start attacking Five. You squeezed your sweaty hands against the fabric of your pants.

"Do you drink alcohol, Five?" "If it's needed" "Do you smoke?" "Rarely" "Are you religious?" "Can't specify" Five quirked a brow. "What do you do for work?" "I...-uh- help or at least try to help people" "You're a vigilante?" "Something like that" Five shrugged, maintaining eye contact with Arthur.

He was under a test and so far he was doing well- hopefully.

"What are your parents like?" "Well my father is insane but my mother is kind" "What's with your name?" "It just stuck, I guess..." "Where do you see yourself in 3 years?" "Hopefully alive and relaxing" Arthur released his death stare from Five. "Oh and....do you like taking ownership of women?" "Not exactly"

Arthur mumbled to himself like he was calculating the test answers. You found yourself looking between both guys, picking at your cuticles. "Eh," Arthur shrugged, walking away. "Eh?! Eh, what? Aren't you going to tell me what you think?" You rushed after him, your steps close to his heels. He turned around, blowing the rest of his cigarette vapor up.

"You don't need my permission to date" "So what was up with all the questions?" You crossed your arms. "Just making sure he wasn't a weirdo" Arthur looked off to the side, hiding his lying expression. "Can he stay here for a bit?" "I don't care" Arthur mumbled, side-eyeing Five.

You motioned for Five to come over. He hesitantly walked over. You held his hand tightly. "We will be in my room" You began guiding Five down a hallway. "Ok" Arthur bit his tongue for saying something else.

Halfway through you dropped Five's hand, running back to Arthur. You hugged him, his voice dropped low to a whisper. "Keep the door open, eh?" You nodded in response, a big smile painting over your mouth.

"Whatever you say, old man" You snickered running back to Five before Arthur could scold you.

Masterlist

#fluff #fanfic #x reader #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreves fluff #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves fluff #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #the unbrella academy #umbrella academy fluff #umbrella academy x reader

[justasimp1]

Five Hargreeves/ Aidan Gallagher x F! Reader

Bodyguard + Commission AU!, Smut, Slowburn [important!: This is an alternate universe in which Five has his powers and works for the commission, meaning he is in his 20s and has no ties to the Umbrella Academy events besides his siblings]

Unheard Of

Five tossed a pile of filed papers on towards the Handler with a stoic expression. "Finished already?" She queried, her eyes scanning the neatly written words. Five fixed his tie, glancing at his watch. "Your next assignment is keeping Y/N L/N safe" The woman grinned, turning back to her computer.

"Who and where?" Five arched his eyebrows. "You figure that out, now go" The Handler whistles, biting her tongue from snickering at Five's serious face. "When did you grow a stick up your ass?" She whispered under her breath, pulling out a file.

The file has a faint red stamp marked 𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃. "I'm an assassin agent, not a babysitter" Five scoffed, turning to the first sheet. "She's the same age as you and way more powerful- if anything she's the babysitter here" The Handler crossed her arms, leaning back in her recliner.

"Then she can protect herself" "You better hope she doesn't have to..." She glared at Five, bringing a confused look to his face. "Anyways, kill whoever tries to harm her, act like she's your boss, be professional--basically be her bodyguard until I say the assignments over"

Five stared at the long paragraphs describing you in detail, he tried to figure out what made you so special. "Got it" He sighed, picking up the file.

_______________________

December 12th, 2016 | Steamboat, Colorado

The wind blew hard, whistling in your ears. Gunshots embedded themselves inside the thick tree bark. Your stomach wrenched, heart-pounding along your rib cage. You couldn't tell if you were shaking from the weather or the echoing shots.

You gripped the snow, but the freezing precipitation felt like a squishy dense rock. You couldn't feel your skin, your thoughts slipping into a haze. Five glanced at you, his eyes flickering to your light blue lips. "Shit" He quickly fired the last shots of his gun at the group of guys chasing you.

He wrapped his hands around your curled form, zapping both of you away from the scene. Time warped around your body, making your intestines twist. You opened your eyes, looking around. The mountains were far away now, a group of cabins surrounding you and Five.

He leads you into one of them, sitting your trembling body on the seat in front of a fire. He locked the front door, grabbing a first aid kit from the bathroom. "You couldn't have helped me out there?" Five's laugh made you grin. "Unless you want me to fuck up the timeline, I'd rather not"

You gulped as Five unzipped your jacket and hooked his finger under your tight henley shirt. The white fabric was stained with a damp red circle. "A bullet must've grazed you" He muttered, delicate fingers tracing over your bloody skin. He sat down in front of you, getting a better view of your injury.

You bit back a groan while he applied alcohol and ointment to the bruise. His fingers stretched far over your skin, the back of his hand flexing when he tightened the bandage over your abdomen. "Thank you," You said breathlessly, reaching down to touch the parchment around your wound.

Five glanced up at you through his eyelashes, he bit his lower lip. He wanted to prove his brain wrong by kissing you. He didn't know what it would have proved but he just needed a reason to do it. You squirmed in his stare. "We should keep moving, Mr. Hargreeves" You averted your eyes to the shimmering fire.

"Call me Five" "We need to keep moving, Five" "Right..." Five mumbled, his mouth moving slowly against the syllables. Even though the word was spoken, his eyes just wouldn't budge.

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February 2nd, 2017 | Atlanta, Georgia

Time felt like it had been passing by like seconds with Five. You became accustomed to your name leaving his mouth, a bland mood always being with him. Five was like your best friend, you found yourself sharing secrets with him you never told your parents.

He was so calm and protective, that it was comforting in a way. It was weird when you first noticed- when you noticed how nice his jawline was, how smooth he spoke, how warm his touch could be.

"What?" Five snickered, drinking out of his bottle of alcohol. "You kept looking at me" Blush flushed his cheeks, running a hand through his brown hair. "I think I'm drunk" You lied, swallowing another gulp of champagne. Your eyes lingered on his lips for a long time.

Five tripped over his words trying to continue the conversation before. "So...-uh-" His eyes dipped at your exposed thigh, sliding closer to his leg. "You have pretty eyes" You giggled, brushing your hand over his cheek. Five subconsciously leaned into your touch.

Five breathed heavy, his voice getting caught in his throat. "You're drunk" He pushed away your advances. "And what if I wasn't?" You inched closer to him, the bed dipping as both of your weights combined. You studied his posture, looking for a green or red light.

You leaned in further, lips so close you can feel his halted breathing on your tongue. He pushed up a little, connecting his lips with yours. Your teeth clashed with him, his tongue darting around your mouth. Your forehead was pressed hard against his. He cupped your cheeks, trying to get a better grasp on the kiss.

The needy thirst clawing at his stomach. You crawled on top of him, impulsively grinding down on him. "Fuck" Five hissed, his pants immediately getting tight. You pecked at his jaw and adam's apple, going back up to kiss him again.

This time it was more pent-up attraction. Five hands wormed their way up to your back, rubbing along the arch. The liquor must have slipped into your mind, making the air humid. Five pulled away, any more of being this close to you was going to make him go feral.

You caught your breath, warmth spreading over your cheeks. "That was nice" You mumbled while licking your lips. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. When Five didn't return it you frowned. "We shouldn't have" He pushed you off of him, back to where you were laying before.

"I won't tell" You tried to laugh off the sadness leaking into your voice. "It doesn't matter anyway, you're just an assignment" Five reached over to the nightstand, set a cigarette in his mouth, and held a light under it. "Oh" You scoffed lightly, stinging flooding your vision.

"I think -um- I'm feeling pretty tired, I'm going to go back to my room" You tore your eyes away before he could spot the watery glaze spotting your vision. You felt stupid and all the synonyms above it, you wanted the world to end right now, or one of the several red-faced lunatics hunting you to put you in eternal sleep.

'Fuck, I'm so stupid'

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February 9th, 2017 | Birmingham, Alabama

You didn't speak or look at him in the past 7 days. On the 3rd, you complained about a headache and how you couldn't remember the night before. Five seemed suspicious but he always was. You have been on a rapid run for the past 2.5 hours you've been on the run, searching for a new place to hide out at.

The last had been consumed by a group of men using their rifles as toys, searching for your whereabouts. Five had killed all of them without a second thought.

You stared at the desk lady, her saggy cheeks dripping with her frown. "2 beds, please" You anxiously looked toward the hotel's enterance. The tall automatic sliding door was dark, a staggering creak crawling along the cracked wood.

"Eh," The old woman let out a long groan. You could've sworn she was mocking you for a minute. She threw a key across the counter. The metal skidded to the edge, brushing past your thumb. "I'm sorry?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Bathrooms are at the end of each hall, use the key to get in" She huffed, narrowing her eyes at you before looking back at her shuddering computer. "Let's go" Five snatched the key, moving towards the elevator. You moved away from the desk and walked 6 steps behind Five.

The elevator let out a few screeches while rising, a broken record playing lightly while it did. Five blew smoke out of his mouth, his eyes burning holes in your head. You picked at your cuticles, watching the blinking numbers rise. The doors opened.

You and Five walked down to room 303, he unlocked the door, holding open the door for you. However, you stopped halfway into the room. There was only one bed. Five put his hands on your waist, guiding you to the side so he could get by.

He examined the situation, eyeing the small sofa on the side of the room. He unfastened his tie, removing his jacket. "I'll sleep there, take the bed" He walked over to the window, closing the curtains. A sliver of moonlight slipped through.

"That's a chair...we will just have to share the bed" Although you didn't mean to say it like it was the worst option at the time, you enjoyed the glimpse of hurt crossing his face. You opened your duffle bag, taking out a lace tank top and shorts.

You looked around the room for another door, leading to the bathroom but then you remember what the grouchy woman said. You timidly looked over at Five who was already staring. "I'll close my eyes" He put out his cigarette.

"I'm not a child. I trust you won't look" You tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat but your mouth ran dry at his lingering gaze. He looked away, starting to undress himself. Your fingertips reached for the end of your shirt, bringing it up over your head.

The cold air hit your skin, goosebumps spreading like wildfire. You reached behind you, trying to force the clasp of your bra off. "Can you help me?" You were surprised the words left your mouth and how shaky your breathing was when Five stepped behind you.

He pushed your prying fingers away, hands flat on your back. His breath tickled the shell of your ear. You felt his bare chest ghost your skin. Five touched the skin of your nape, his fingers trailing down to your bra. He easily undid it, the tight article falling limp.

The straps slid down your arms, allowing the air to touch your nipples. You quickly crossed your arms over your breast. "Thank you, Mr. Hargreeves" You pulled away from his touch, reaching for your top. Five looked away, biting his tongue as he walked back to his side of the room.

When you were dressed, you glanced at Five. He was shirtless, had sweatpants on, and was looking deeply outside the window. You slid into bed, turning off the lamp. The moonlight bounced off the cream-colored walls. "Are you even going to sleep?" You turned over, looking at his back.

"Yeah, just doubling checking" He clicked his tongue, walking over to the bed. The mattress slipped under his weight. Once he got comfortable, he looked at you...for a long time. He wanted to squint his eyes so he could make out more curves of your face.

"Good night, Mr. Hargreeves" You reminded yourself of the 2nd and the feelings came flooding back over again. You turned around, blinking furiously at the wall, trying to keep the tears back. "Good night, Y/N". He said your name cautiously.

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February 10th, 2017 | Birmingham, Alabama

You yawned, stretching out your legs. The daylight scattered across the dull sheets. You wouldn't continue to stretch if you hadn't realized how close Five was pressed behind you. You opened your eyes more. "Shit" You sighed under your breath, trying to move back to your side of the bed.

You probably moved in your sleep. Before you could get far, Five muttered an incoherent phrase. He grumbled something, arms latching themselves around your waist, pulling you back in. His essence smelled like fresh mint and faint cigarettes.

You stopped struggling because you didn't want to wake him up. You tried to relax but your heart was beating faster than you could breathe. You closed your eyes. The next time they fluttered open, the sunlight had shrunk from the bed, and Five was gone.

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March 5th, 2017 | Shreveport, Louisiana

"The Commission called. It's been a month and no attacks. So they figured...my assignment is complete" Five gazed at you. Your expression didn't falter. You poured yourself another shot and topped off his glass. "Cheers to that" You didn't wait for him to raise his glass, you threw your head back as the stinging liquid went down.

You propped yourself against the kitchen counter, watching Five mimick your movements across from you. He stepped up to you, his knee prodding in between your legs. He tilted his head, lips pressing together in a thin line.

You looked down, the proximity between you might allow him to see your glossy eyes. "When are you leaving?" You poked your tongue to the side of your mouth. "At sunrise. Most likely you won't see me when you wake" His words vibrated off your skin. You could feel his lips near your forehead.

"Wow, sunrise..." You stifled a chuckle, shaking your head slightly. Five brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "Do you want me to stay longer" It came out as a statement rather than a question. "No. Leave when you want to leave" You swatted at his hand.

Five chuckled, biting on his lower lip. "I need to tell you something before I leave" His hand brushed your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "What?" You reached for the whiskey but he pushed it further away. You watched intensely how his hand came back up to your face, pulling your eyes up to him.

"These last few months. I had..." He paused, taking a deep breathe, eyes trained on your lips. "I've enabled my feelings to guide my actions. For that, I apologize" He was struggling to keep up the professional lingo.

His words were rippling over each membrane of your skin. "Feelings?" You didn't realize that you were holding your breathing. Five nodded, his forehead grazing yours. You swallowed air. His free hand laced itself with your hand grasping the counter.

He brought the interwoven limbs to his chest. A rapid pattern of thumps pulsed below the fabric of his shirt. A smile ghosted your face. "Why else would my heart beat this fast when you are around?" He let go of your hand but you continued tracing around the beating.

You slowed your movements, hand dropping, the corners of your mouth plunging. "It was nice working with you, Mr. Hargreeves. Hopefully, your next assignment will be less troublesome" You reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring a stream into your mouth.

The bitter taste silence any racing throbbing in your ears. Five watched you swallow the quantity of liquid. "I know you remember that night- no amount of regressing could make it go away. I should know" He looked away for a second like it was painful.

"Tell me to stop this absurdity and I will. But don't lie to me and say you don't feel...it" Five spoke with almost frustration. "Even if I did it doesn't matter because I'm just another mission, right?" You turned your head to the side, smirking.

"I didn't mean it like that" "Huh...interesting" You snickered, peering up at him through your narrowed eyelashes. Five pushed his face onto yours, lips moving fast while teeth clashed. "Tell me to stop" He whispered into the kiss, hands groping at your ass.

You wanted to utter the words, to make his heart drop from rejection, to make him cower away in his room as he made you. Yet you couldn't, your mind and body wouldn't allow to you deny something you had been yearning.

You wanted to absorb the emotion Five was emitting. "Tell...Tell me to-" "Keep going" You cut him off, slipping a hand under his shirt. His hands rushed to yank your shorts down, the material slipping off your feet and to the ground. Five pulled you up, sitting you on the counter. The cold marble sends shivers around the globes of your ass.

You hooked your fingers on the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it over his head. His messy hair flopped back into place. His cold fingerpads skimmed under your tank top, his palm cupping your naked breast. Your nipples poked through the material from the temperature.

Your head pressed against the cabinet behind you. You closed your eyes in ecstasy as Five wrapped his lips around your necks, tongue sliding over your reddened skin. "I've wanted to do this for so long" He struggled to hurriedly get his belt off. A tent was twitching in his boxers.

Your throat tightened, mouth running dry. "Eyes up here, darling" Five groaned, pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His erection sprung out easily, the tip glistening with pre cum. It glided over your clothed slit with ease.

A puddle of your essence is gathered on your undergarments. "Stop teasing" You murmured. Five put hand on your neck, tilting your head up. The ceiling lights made you squint. The cold air brushed over your wet flesh. Five inserted himself in with a delicate moan.

"I've been dreaming of this" "Oh yeah? Is it better than your expectations" "So much fucking better" His grip on your neck compressed. His length stretched you out, you felt like pleasure was tearing you apart. You opened your legs wider so he could find room to slam into you.

You clawed at his back, moaning his name. He kept one arm around your abdomen, keeping you in place as he rutted up into you. Your ass felt sore from the friction, tears pricked at your eyes. Five kept going despite the smudged mascara mixing with tears.

You reached a hand down to grasp the edge of the counter. You battled with your unsteady breathing and the timely pressure blowing into you.

Your stomach lurched, vagina clamping on his cock. You jerked your hips in his grip. A glinting ring appeared around his shaft, the veins running up his girth pulsing.

Electricity was harboring in your blood, making spots paint your vision. The kitchen suddenly seems to shrink, everything fading into white noise. Except for his voice, the hot words tickling your face.

"Shit, you're so pretty. All of this for me" Five muttered, his hands groping at your perky breast, thumb glazing over your hard nipple. He leaned in closer, unsure that you heard him through your incoherent babbling, "Right? It's all just for me"

You closed your agape mouth from drooling at his tone. "Yes," You gulped, fighting to maintain eye contact with him. He closed the distance, kissing you. Your head hit the cabinet from the force.

The pain melted away quicker than you could open your eyes. Five pushed his hips into you, rocking his hips. The cord in your stomach began to loosen. You squeezed your eyes shut, wailing at his unmerciful thrust.

Your hole convulsed as cum oozed on his dick. Five's eyes pinched shut, his mouth hung open. His hips buckled before he pulled out. White ropes decorated the spot between your shaking legs.

The lights drained the last bit of life you had. You leaned against the the cabinet, trying to catch a steady flow of air. Every muscle was aching, you couldn't even move.

It was silent for a while, both of you breathing heavily. "I'll clean the mess so you can get some rest" Five glanced at the clock, and he helped you off the counter, guiding you to the bathroom.

You blushed from embarrassment as your feet wobbled to take another step. "Do you need help taking a shower?" He smirked, looking down at you. "Fuck off" You pushed him out of the bathroom.

When you closed the door, you couldn't help but internally squeal at the actions. You felt light-headed, delusional, and like a high schooler. Nevertheless, you couldn't deny the bursting infatuation you had towards Five.

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Joseph Quinn x F! Reader

Suggestive! (Nsfw), Fluff, Comfort, Actress! AU☆

Drowning In S

He was doing great. You relaxed your posture, trying to lose the anxious expression on your face. The next fan came hurriedly to the mic, hand shakily gripping onto a piece of paper. "This question is for J-Joesph" The frantic girl was stammering.

Everyone shifted their eyes to Joesph. You bit the inside of your cheeks, eyes glazing over his posture. 'God if you weren't in front of several fans and your fellow cast mates you would straddle his lap, softly sucking on that one spot that makes him twitch'

You bit back a grin and internally scolded yourself for stretching the scenario. "So, how is America? Is there anything special you really like here compared to England?" Her voice projected from the microphone.

Joseph hummed, locking eyes with you. You ignored the burning on your cheeks and looked away. A frown tugged on his lips before he shifted on his podium seat. "No, not really. I grew up there so it's going to take something really special to be better than that" He laughed, rubbing his hands on his pants.

"What about the Bundt cake argument?" Jamie buried himself in his hands, trying to muffle his laughing. "Please don't bring that up" Joe groaned, pinching his temples. You smiled, knowing how adorning Joseph got about the small donut shape cakes. And how passionate he felt about the essential importance of the sweet.

"They are remarkable, they taste so good!" Joseph giggled, crossing his legs. "They're just regular cakes, shaped like a donut" Jamie snickered, motioning his hands to prove his point. Joseph gasped, dramatically clutching his chest.

"They are not just cakes. When you eat one is fluffy, moist, and made with love. Especially when Y/N makes them, they taste so much better, and like she looks so good while cooking it" Joseph kept rambling on, not realizing how the crowd erupted with mutters.

You tried to slightly nudge him with your elbow but he didn't seem to get the memo. You just smiled through the pain, trying not to lose your shit. Too many people were staring at you- It's like your fear was coming true, swallowing you whole, whispering flooding your ears

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You couldn't look at him, frustration burning through your veins but primarily because you found yourself scrolling anxiously on random social media platforms. "I just don't get it" Joesph sighed, laying down on his side of the bed.

"We're not public, you practically outed us" You mumbled, scanning feeds about the Q&A. Luckily there was nothing about Joesph, just random cute gifs of him. Although, some anonymous profiles were questioning the slip-up.

"Why do we have to be a secret anyways" He pouted like a child, sitting up, wrapping his hands around your waist. He pulled you onto the bed, climbing on top of you, leaving neat kisses on your skin. You cupped his cheeks, brushing away the hair tickling his forehead.

"Because..." You trailed off, analyzing his face. You gave him a peck on the cheek before delicately pushing him off. You sat up, cris-crossing your legs, planting your head in your hands. You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat.

"If we went public, it would just be..everywhere. At every second I would get reminded of it" You glanced at Joesph's face. He rubbed his lips over your thigh and rubbed a soothing hand on the kiss. "You don't want to be reminded of me, eh?" He stifled a laugh.

"No of course not!" You bit your bottom lip, blinking back the burning hole in your eyes. "You're you and I'm me. Everyone would be gossiping about the wonderful talented pretty Joseph Quinn dating...Y/N L/N" You said your name blandly.

Joseph took a while humming, eyes bouncing down to your lips. "But you're missing a part" He sat up on the mattress, stroking your hair behind your ear. "What? The glorious flourishing actor Joseph Quinn-" Before you could continue mimicking the reporters' voice, your lips connected.

Joseph planted a hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you forward. You flinched at the enthusiasm leaking from the gesture, your heart pounded like it was the first time. He pulled you closer, his free hand roaming on your hips, teasingly dipping underneath the edge of your shirt.

"No, the part about the gorgeous--" His lips wrapped around the tight skin on your collar bone. "The successful" His voice got lost somewhere between small pants. "The brilliant and sometimes foolish Y/N L/N" He brought his lips back up to meet yours.

Pushing past your parted lips, tongue prodded at the back of your throat. You squealed, feeling overwhelmed by his weight and falling back on the bed. The plush covers dipped below you. Joseph wormed between your legs, pushing the ruffles of your dress up.

He kissed along your thighs, leaving small heightened hickies. You rolled your hips a little as his breath ghosted your inner thigh. Joseph made his way back up to your face, laying his head on your chest. "I'm just scared" You whispered, playing with his brown curls.

"No matter what, I'll always love you and only you" His voice muffled by your breast squished on his face. "Even if everyone sends you embarrassing pictures from my past?" "I'll love you even more," Joseph laughed.

"We can go on a date tomorrow," You spoke slowly, searching for regret in each syllable. "Like in public, without anyone else, just us?" He tested with a wide grin on his face. "Sure" You gleamed. Joseph went silent for a second but you caught a glimpse of hot red spreading on his cheeks.

"Cool. I can't wait" He spoke calmly, however he was hugging you tightly like a child who was just granted their favorite candy.

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Tommy Shelby x F! Reader

Hurt + Comfort, Smut♡

Chicago

"Cmon Y/N" His voice slurred with the alcohol. You were chatting with some friends at a pub, most of them already passed out due to the strong intoxication. "There's no way Thomas fucking Shelby would be with a woman like you" His hand grasped a fist of hair, pushing your forehead against his.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "No offense, but your probably just a whore to him. Someone like him has no heart to love" His laugh got cut off by hoarse coughing. You tried to chuckle along with him but your heart was twisting.

You wanted to blame it on the whiskey rolling off his tongue. But you couldn't help but believe it, Tommy was often secretive for "your safety", several of the encounters would lead to Tommy blowing off steam (in other words...sex), and you hardly saw him to say you loved him.

You looked down, forcing the burning tears to go away. You felt your fingernails dig into your skin, drawing a red stinging sensation. Since that night, you've felt yourself pulling away from Tommy, avoiding his touch and presence. You couldn't stomach facing him- well facing the facts.

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You gulped, fiddling with the door knob. The moon lightened the dark wood. "Fucking hell, Tommy!" You clutched your chest, trying to not allow your eyes to trail down his bare chest. "Where have you been?" Tommy huffed, a big swirl of white smoke consuming the air.

"Working. It's only been 2 days" You chewed the inside of your cheek. "Well, it's felt like a bloody month" Tommy held a bitter expression, jutting his lip out like a child. You took off your shoes and hung your jacket.

He tapped his pipe out, setting it on his desk. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to scoot over. Instead, he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you on his lap. His lips ran over your neck.

"What's wrong?" Tommy stopped his advances realizing how tense your muscles were. "Just continue, Thomas" You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. "Are you mad?" He looked up, tapping along your nape.

You tried to breathe through your anger and sadness. But the words started to bubble up like vomit, your stomach churned as your tongue fought to keep the sentence pushed back. "I'm just a fucking whore to you anyways so just continue"

You hissed, biting down on your tongue when you made eye contact with Tommy. "What the fuck did you say?" He cocked his head, pulling your gaze back to him. "It's bloody true, isn't it? Do you still love her? That's why you never say it..." Silence settled into the room. "Who's her" Tommy's eyes flickered away for a second.

"Jesus Christ. My mother would laugh if she knew I was one of the Shelby Brothers' personal whores" You pinched your temples, tears slowly crawling down your cheeks. "Stop saying that" Tommy growled, pressing his forehead on yours.

You couldn't think properly, more tears blending in a stream. "I don't get it, Tommy. You say you do but you can't even say it" You scoffed, sniffling. His lips parted, and yet his blue eyes dipped in silence. "I...B-Because" The words vanished on his tongue.

You struggled to wipe the sticky trail away. "I can't even get the words out, eh?" Tommy chuckled, his tongue darting over his drying lip. You balled your fist against his shirt, slightly hitting his chest. "You're a goddamn coward, Thomas"

"I know" "So fucking say something- anything" You looked into his eyes, pleading. His hand caressed your cheek, he leaned up to your ear, breath warm over the shell. "You make me feel so much to the point where I can't even bloody speak" His voice was stagnant, raking suspense.

"You'll never be just a whore or anything below what you're worth. Because I love you" Tommy wanted to add more but his nervous state wouldn't allow him. He pulled back to study your expression. "I'm sorry I should've said it sooner-" Tommy started, wiping at your damp cheeks.

You cut him off by pressing your lips on his. You grabbed his face, pushing him closer to you. "Thank you, Tommy" You murmured breathlessly. He smiled, reaching to kiss you again, his hands roamed over your back. The zipper of your dress gradually falling down.

The dress pooled around you straddling Tommy. He moved his fingers up the pattern of goosebumps, unclasping the hook of your bra. You whimpered feeling his lips wrap around the supple skin of your delicate chest. His thumb traced over your erect nipple, nudging your breast together.

"You're so beautiful, love" Thomas groaned, his breath dancing on your skin. You gulped as he flipped you around so your head rested on pillows. His body hovered over you, the bulge in his boxers prodding your damp-clothed slit. Your nails dug into his back while teeth clashed.

You moaned feeling the cold air swipe over your pussy. Tommy coed, gripping the soaked undergarments. He tossed your panties to the floor before leaning in, capturing your lips in another sloppy kiss. He pushed his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free.

His pulsing pink tip slid in with grace. You clawed at his skin, his whole girth pushing deeply inside you. He pounded into you, sending the bed creaking against the wall. Your voice became sore from chanting his name.

Your toes curled upon the mattress, hips rutting back on Tommy. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, whispering incoherent curses. You felt your climax build up, your pussy clenching on his length.

Sticky juices coated his shaft. "Want me to fill you up, eh?" Tommy moaned, thrusting faster through your orgasm. "Fuck- Yes, Tommy!" You stuttered out, legs shakily wrapping around his waist. Tommy whimpered, his hips lurching.

"I love you so much- so fucking much" His voice was raspy in your ear. "I love you too, Tommy" You whispered, rubbing his sweaty strands away from his face. His breathing halted as he empty his load into your convulsing walls.

Warm beads of white trickled down your messy hole. Tommy pulled out, allowing the fluids to mix and leak on the sheets. "I love you" Tommy repeated for what seemed like a mantra. Maybe it's because he really did.

Or he just liked the feeling of getting immediately hard when you said it back.

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Micheal Afton x F! Reader

Fluff + Smut + Angst

Vacant

Micheal had been acting weird all day. You assumed it was his family troubling him. But you could feel something else was clouding his mind. You brought the cigarette to your mouth, taking a long drag, watching his movements. "So you brought me out here to sit in silence?" You scoffed a laugh, looking out the car's window.

The moon was bright, glowing on each membrane of your skin. The trees surrounding the car swayed with each gust of the wind, it sparked goosebumps every time the branches would connect. Micheal let out a long hum, let the letters wouldn't fall out correctly.

You brought your knees to your chest, the balls of your socks fidgeting on the cushion. You didn't know why your heart was pounding and a strong stream of blood was warming with great intensity. But you knew something was about to go south.

You bit your bottom lip, conjuring every alternate version of what could be on Micheal's mind. "Spit it out, Afton" You mutter as you listened to him fumble over sentence starters. You pushed the fizzling bud on the dashboard's ashtray.

You turned towards Micheal, eyes flickering to his parted lips. "There is this girl..." Micheal slowly spoke like he was trying to ease an angry animal. Your heart dropped, none of your scenarios could lead to this one. You bit your tongue to distract your brain from continuing the burning sensation lingering in your eyes.

You didn't notice how hard your fingernails were digging into your palm. 'Of course, it was bound to happen' You gulped trying to face the facts. He's attractive, his soft brown eyes could make your legs weak, and the tiny meaningless touches easily made you head over heels.

Any girl would've been lucky enough to get a glimpse of this and to have it reciprocated by Micheal would be a blessing. "Oh," You pressed your lips together, pulling off a fake smile. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your exposed thighs.

"So like...is she making you ditch me or something?" You muttered, chewing on the gummy inside of your mouth. "No, I'm not dating her," Micheal said with obvious pain in his voice. You hummed, picking at your cuticles.

"I like her so much. She's helped me through a lot of shit and sometimes I think she doesn't even comprehend how special she is" The words flowed out his mouth easily, his eyes gleaming with absolute adoration.

"She's a fortunate girl" You smiled, refusing to look Micheal directly in the eyes. Micheal's hand brushed your cold thigh, his fingers lightly dancing over your skin. "Y/N..." "What?" You hummed, continuing to pick at your skin.

He brought his hand up to your tense jaw, he turned your face up to look at him. Your eyes widened watching him lean in close. Inch by inch his eyes scanned your features. "The thing is..." Micheal gulped, his life possibly flashing before his eyes.

"The girl is you. And has always been you" He murmured tongue dragging over his lips. You pushed forward a little, connecting your lips, slowly nudging closer. It felt impulsive and confused but the aching longing for his touch was strong.

The kiss eventually became steamy, leading to submissive pants from Micheal and you rubbing your thighs together. You climbed over to the driver's side, straddling his lap. You pulled apart for a breathless moan as he kissed your neck.

Your hands intertwined in his hair, caressing the roots. You grinded on him, undoing the buttons of his shirt. Micheal grabbed your hands. "Y/N if we do this, I can't go back to just being friends. I'll be yours" His voice was soothing, bringing your gaze to his flushed cheeks.

"O-Okay" You hesitantly nodded your head. Even though nothing changed you suddenly felt more nervous, the itching urge of self-consciousness swallowing your confidence. You gulped, hands slowly unclasping the buttons.

"Don't get shy on me now, love" Micheal pushed the seat back a little, a long groan leaving his mouth as his eyes could examine you in a singular dip. Your hands traced over the shallow creases of his abs.

You tried to manage your breathing while your fingers traveled lower to the hem of his pants. Micheal rose slightly, allowing the material to slide underneath his thighs. You brushed a finger on the twitching tent in his boxers.

Micheal squeezed his eyes, whimpering. You looked at him, a tiny grin pulling at your lips. "You're going to make me cum if you keep staring" Micheal swallowed, gripping a globe of your ass.

"Sorry" You mumbled, glancing to the side. "Nothing to be sorry about" Micheal lifted his face to meet yours, tongues sloppy on each other. You could taste the sweet mints he always ate when he was nervous.

You moved your body closer, his boxers bulging right under your damp underwear. Your free hand gripped the edge of your skirt as you rocked forward. Micheal made a trail of wet hickies down your throat, he paused at the low wide u-neck of your shirt.

Your heart halted, you brought the shirt over your head, tossing it to the passenger side. The car was dim but Micheal could make out every smooth curve your body had. "May I please?" Micheal's hand trailed up your spine and to the hooks of your bra.

Your eyes fluttered close, and you nodded. "Words, love" "Yes" You whispered, the AC creating goosebumps along your exposed skin. A small click happened before the bra became loose. Micheal dragged it off your arms.

Your nipples hardened when Micheal's warm breath fanned your breast. "They're so pretty" He murmured, dazed by the perky structure. He licked a long strip on the surface, sucking the erected nub.

"Micheal" You squirmed. "I'll do anything you want, just tell me" His words were muffled by your skin dripping in his kisses. "I want you to fuck me" The words sounded so sinful coming out of your mouth, you cringed at your needy desperation.

"Don't be afraid to tell me to stop" Micheal hummed, pushing his boxers down, the spring of his cock hit your soaked panties. His fingers dipped under your skirt to push aside your panties. "You're so wet" Micheal moaned.

He adjusted your hips so you could sink on his leaking tip. The penetration knocked the air out of your lungs, you gripped his white button-up. "Relax, love" His voice creaked, feeling your warm walls tighten around him.

Once you got down to the shaft, you could feel your hole throbbing at the newly expanded sensation. Micheal brushed away the tear rolling down your cheek. "We can just stay like this if you want" He rubbed small circles on your back.

"No, I'm ready now" You shook your head, straightening your hunched posture. Micheal put both hands on your hips, guiding you at a good pace. You leaned into his touch, slowly starting to bounce with his rhythm.

Moist humid air stuck to your skin, adding to the thin layer of sweat covering your skin. You felt your boobs hop with you, smacking on your skin. His length prodded deeper within you as you arched your back.

Micheal moved his hands to your ass, tugging them apart and massaging them together. Your eyelashes became sticky with dried tears. And his cock was making you choke on your own words. "Tell me how you feel" Micheal groaned, his tongue dashing over his bottom lip.

You would roll your eyes if they weren't seeing stars. You thought your loud moans were enough proof that it was more than good. "Good" You stuttered out, feeling your stomach tighten. Micheal hummed, his finger gliding in between the valley of your breast and into your mouth.

The salty skin dipped further into your throat. You wrapped your lips around his digits, bobbing your head long his long fingers until they were dripping in hot saliva. Micheal closed his eyes, imagine your knees on his room's carpet, your hair gathered in his fist while you swallowed all his cum.

"You're so fucking hot. God, I wanna cum inside you so bad" Micheal opened his eyes, taking in the true scene. You bounced faster on his trembling length. His fingers moved rapidly in your mouth until you were choking from the movment.

"You want me to come inside your tight fucking hole?" He whimpered, the hand around your waist desperately pulling you closer to him. His fingers pushed down on your tongue, pulling your jaw down for you to respond. "Yes, Michael" You moaned, throwing your head back.

Micheal rutted up into you, his hips smashing upwards. You felt the tight cord snap, sending your pussy convulsing. You felt your cum spilling over Micheal's shaft. Micheal kept pushing up into you. His warm rod of thick white explodes inside you.

You shook as Micheal kept fucking up into you, your vagina pulsing as the semen fills you up. You panted, chest rising and falling quickly. Micheal pulled his drench fingers out of your mouth, rubbing them along your tits.

He shoved his lips on yours. His hands wrap around your naked form. "That felt amazing...right?" He looked at you with pleadful eyes. "Yeah, it felt really good Micheal" You giggled, cupping his cheeks.

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #smut #angst #micheal afton smut #micheal afton x reader #micheal afton #michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #micheal afton fluff #micheal afton angst #micheal afton x reader smut #micheal afton x reader fluff #micheal x reader #fnaf micheal x reader #fnaf micheal x reader smut #fnaf micheal #fnaf micheal smut #fnaf smut #fnaf fluff #fnaf micheal fluff

[justasimp1]

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

Angst, Jealousy, **requested: "You should do more five ones :)" @boisboysboisboys

Platter

There was no way this could be happening right now. The world could be fucking ending at your dressed like this- so promiscuous, dazzling, and entrancing... Five couldn't contain himself, he fixed his posture, taking a gulp of the harsh liquor.

He didn't like you, he couldn't like you even though his heart pounded everytime you came into view and he even thought about living in the apocalypse ruins only with you.

He was practically an old man trapped in an young body, he wasn't emotional stable neither available. Five swore you deserved better, someone who could caress your smooth skin, kiss you goodnight, and tell you how beautiful you were everyday.

Five would do all of those things till the day he dies but it just couldn't be him. He pushed your flirty comments away, ignoring your presence when you hang out with the family.

You assumed he didn't like you...at all. You even tried changing up your advances, seeing if there was a sliver of chance he could see you the way you saw him. You felt head over heel, the book type of romance, or the late at night crying love.

You decided maybe Five wasn't the one but you never lost your burning feelings for him. Attending this party, the commission was holding, with Clint was an example of you trying to shove your feelings away.

You bit your tongue, eyes seraching for an escape. "So how about after this-" "I should go get a drink, I'm a little parched" You chuckled, pulling your wrist from his grasp. "Okay" Clint nodded, his eyebrows furrowed.

You quickly walked, trying to wrap your head around some sort of emotion you might have for the male. "A Blue Lagoon please" You spoke to the bartender, not noticing Five walking beside you.

"Another one" Five muttered, his eyes trained on you. Your ears perked to the sound of his voice, your stomach cringed at the proximity. "You enjoying the party?" You reached for your cocktail.

"Eh not really my style" He smoothed out his shirt, watching you intensely as you sucked on the blue liquid. "However you seem to be enjoying this...with Clint" Five added the last part with a strong amount of venom.

You would start banter about he seemed jealous but you refrained from it. "Yeah I am. He's...unique" You tried faking a smile. To be honest, all you could imagine while being with Clint was Five, every physical trait shifting into a version of Five's.

"Huh.." Five hummed, intrigued. He has studied Clint before, average looks, average fighting, average grades, good dental records (maybe a cavity or two when he was young). Clint definitely didn't deserve to be with you who excelled at everything.

"What" You smiled, looking at his concentrated face on Clint. "He's doesn't seem like your type" "Whats my type?" "Someone who can fulfill your needs properly" Five eyes narrowed, turning back to you.

"Someone like you" You quirked, nudging his arm. Five froze for a moment, eyes locking deeply with you. "Anyone but me" His mouth moved slowly. You shook your head, squeezing the lemon slice into your drink.

You glanced at him through your eye lashes, furrowing your eye brows. "Five Hargreeves. You're everything I need" You snickered, brushing your fingers against his skin. "Don't" Five hissed but he allowed his arm to rest on the counter.

"I'm not right for you" His eyes squeezed shut. "No one seems to be" You sighed, eyes flickering to Clint who obviously found another attraction. Five clicked his tongue, bringing your gaze to him.

"Someone who deserves you will come, that's a fact" Five placed down his whiskey. He didn't mean the shitty hookups or deceiving boyfriends. A part of him even wanted to talk about himself but he knew you were made for something way better than a crippling 60 year old in a teenager's body.

You pinched your temple, blinking furiously at the burning feeling nudging your eyes. "Yeah whatever" You scoffed, setting down your drink. His eyes flickered to ground as you walked away.

A gut twisting feeling pulling at his intestines.

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #angst #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreves angst #five hargreaves angst #five hargreeves angst

[justasimp1]

My Five H. Fics

Retired [Smut]

Ticking [Requested, Fluff, Ramble]

Platter [Requested, Angst, Jealousy]

Unheard Of [Commission AU, Smut, Slowburn]

Mr.Jackson [Requested, Fluff]

Petal [Requested, Fluff, Ramble]

Popstar Headcannons [Requested, Popstar AU!]

Task Finder [Requested!, Commission AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst if you squint]

[justasimp1]

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

Fluff, Ramble, Requested: @fallenangels088 (I'm so sorry I made it so short :(. Hopefully this piece of shit is good)

Ticking

"Shit shit shit!" Five yelled, balling his fist tightly against the smooth interior of your house. "It feels like no one cares. Like it's not some fucking joke Klaus makes" His hands ran through his messy brown strands.

You bit your bottom lip, holding back a laugh from his hysteria. "They'll come around" You muttered, twirling the wooden spatula inside the steaming pot. Five stormed into the kitchen, his eyes narrowing.

"There is no damn time to wait for them to come around" Five mocked your voice. You rolled your eyes, turning down the heat on the stove. You walked over to Five, taking his hand, leading to the sofa.

You pushed him down, his doe eyes peering up at you with confusion. You straddled his lap with a sigh. "Breathe" You motivated, giving Five a light slap. Five's eyebrows remained furrowed but his lips parted to inhale.

"If shit doesn't work out, they don't come around or something else happens I'll be with you" You cupped his cheeks, moving your thumb over the terrain of his skin. You noticed his breathing hitched. "I know it's not anything special but I just want you to know" You let out an airy chuckle.

Five's arms circled your waist, pulling you in closer. His head rested on your chest. You pecked the top of his head, caressing his hair. "It's- ...you're everything to me" Five mumbled. You felt your heart warm, embracing him back.

You thought about mentioning finishing dinner however his shaking grip on you told you otherwise.

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreves fluff #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves fluff