#five hargreeves one shot

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Five x reader blurb

I just expect new Five fanfics to be written and there for me every second of the day.

Not like there’s actual people thinking of and writing these ideas 🙄😩

Not like it also takes me like a week to write a one shot 😭

So here's a Five x reader thought to ease my brain.

Tags: platonic Klaus, romantic Five, fluff, angst ig, some silly moments.

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Imagine getting separated from him in the 60’s and that moment when you all reunite and you see him again.

For him it’s only been a couple days

For you it’s been years.

When you fell into that alley way you were incredibly distraught. Not unfamiliar with the act of time travel, but Five or another commission partner was always there. You were alone, stranded in a different place and time, stuck in a younger body. The things that could happen.

You searched for any sign of the date. Newspapers, posters. It was 1961.

You’d wandered around that alley for hours. Waiting for someone else to show up.

You gave up after a while, deciding to ask strangers for help. How would any of them help you find your strange time scattered family.

You spotted a flyer, a flyer with a familiar face on it… Klaus. Looks like he was a messiah or something. You wouldn’t question it. You just knew you had to find him.

You hitched a ride, and found yourself at a big mansion. You don’t know how long Klaus had been here but damn he’s moved up in the world.

You wandered into the large house looking for him. People in light turquoise tunics were everywhere. One woman stopped you in the main foyer. “Welcome traveler, are you here to join us in our endeavors?” She asked. “Um- I’m looking for Klaus.” You held up the flyer. “The prophet! Yes, he’s right this way.”

The woman led you to a bedroom in the back of house. She pushed open the double doors to reveal the man you’d been looking for, bent over in downward dog.

The woman cleared her throat “Prophet? There’s someone here for you.”

Klaus rose from the floor and turned to face you. As soon as he saw you a bright smile plastered his face. He let out a breathy chuckle and clasped his hands together. “Y/n! You’re here!” He held his hands out and walked towards you. “Oh it’s been so crazy, when did you get here?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s good to see you Klaus, I’m glad I found at least one of you idiots. I’ve been here since like yesterday. I uh, saw your flyer.”

“Mm yeah those…” said Klaus. “I got here like a year ago. Tricked some rich old lady.” Klaus giggled.

“We should find the others.”

“What? Why?” Klaus whined. “I’m having a good tiimeee. And besides some of them might not even be here yet. I’m sure Five will come collect us when the world is ending… again.”

“Five.” You say.

“Oh yeah… I don’t know if he’s here yet babe. Don’t go hurting yourself looking for him though, you know him… he’ll find us.” Klaus says in his melodic way.

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When Diego showed up at the mansion to collect you and Klaus- or rather Ben- apparently. It was safe to say you were ecstatic. Diego didn’t have a lot of time to explain, but he did say that Five had found a way to get back to 2019.

Ben had some “unattended ghost business” to attend to so you sat around waiting for him for a good 10 minutes. Anxiously biding your time, shaking your leg, biting your nails. Five always told you to top doing that.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. You were shamed to admit that sometimes you would forget about what happened before ending up in 61. Maybe Klaus’ cult lifestyle really was calming the mind.

You don’t even know if Five missed you as much as you did him. You don’t know how long he’s been here, but the only thing on your mind is how you can’t wait to see him.

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Klaus/Ben dragged you out the front door of the mansion, leaving the cult behind. No goodbyes, no last words of wisdom. Except for something from The Backstreet Boys.

The two of you rushed all the way to town and to the shop Diego told you to meet at.

Klaus stumbled into the alley way, struggling against himself, smacking himself in the face, shoving himself around. He ended up projectile vomiting across the ground, and whining on his knees.

Five yelled at him and threw the briefcase into the air as it went off. Their best chance of escape- gone.

Five; blinded by his rage didn't seem to notice you standing at the end of the alley.

“It was a simple task!” He complained, “meet me here within the time I told you, and we all get our real lives back! But no! Of course only two of you show up!”

“Three, actually.” You say, walking down the alley towards Five.

He turns towards the sound of your voice. His eyes grow wide for a second and a quick smile spreads on his lips. Your name comes out soft and breathy, as if he can’t believe you’re really there.

A grin is plastered across your face, and your eyes water at the sight of him. Your steps towards him quicken and his do as well. He meets you halfway and blinks right up to you, arms already open. You crash right into his arms, grip the back of his blazer, and bury your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his familiar scent and release a shaky sigh.

“I missed you.” You mumble.

“I missed you too. Are you okay? Not hurt? How long have you been here?” Five bombards you with questions as he pulls away and examines your face in his hands.

“Two years, I got here in 61.”

“I'm so sorry.” Five whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not your fault. I found Klaus so it was... slightly bearable." you chuckled softly. "How long have you been here?" You ask.

"I got here just a few days ago." Five says.

"Well I'm glad I found you." you say, hugging Five tighter.

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(AN: Next I present to you random dialogue from this story line that I don't want to fully write out into a detailed scenario)

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"Y/n, sweetheart, for the itching." Five says while handing you the bottle of baby powder.

"Itching? There's itching?" Questions Luther. Five ignores him.

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"Can't wait to meet our old selves, it's going to be so weird." You say.

"Focus y/n, we just have to get that briefcase." Five says.

"Yeah fine, you're already paranoid without the psychosis." You say.

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"Who the hell are you?" Asks old Five.

"Who do you think, dumb ass?" Says old y/n.

Old Five looks back and forth between the two y/ns.

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As young and old Five beat the crap out of each other, and occasionally Luther; "Boys." old y/n sighs, wiping sweat from their brow and shifting uncomfortably. "Tell me about it." Says young y/n itching, eyes shifting around paranoid. "Just wait till you meet the rest of his brothers."

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On the farm after Five kills The Handler;

Five lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched the last Swede walk away. He turns around and blinks to where you stand. He takes you into his arms and holds you close. You hold him back, although a bit confused.

"What happened Five?" You whisper. You're familiar with Five, and with time travel. You figured he used his power to fix something that happened.

"You died." He mutters quickly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Ah." You pause. "And you saved me." you reassure him.

He sighs and pulls away. He presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his nose against your temple. "Let's get out of here yeah? Let's go home."

"Yeah, let's go."

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Well that starting as something and then turned into something else. I just have a Five deficiency.

I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be.

Um I'm not like taking requests officially but if you have an idea I can try to write it within like a week T-T

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Insomnia Solution

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Lena Hargreeves

Concept: Lena has the ability to put people to sleep with her touch and Klaus suggests Five use that to help his insomnia. That night, he takes her up on that and he wants her to stay with him during the night to make sure he is okay (he has always slept with one eye open) and that he wakes up in the morning. He wraps his arms around her and rests his head in the crook of her neck. She touches his head and puts him to sleep and then falls asleep herself. The next morning, Klaus comes to wake everyone up and gets super excited seeing them cuddling.

Content: Fluff, Five being soft

Warnings: None

Author's Note: This might end up being a piece of a fanfiction later on. I might make a separate post about who Lena is and why my one shots include her instead of the classic reader. These are all from her perspective though.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO THE REPRODUCTION, TRANSLATION, OR COPYING OF MY WRITINGS.

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"I haven't been completely honest with you," I announced to the Hargreeves family. We were scattered around the Academy's great room as we tried to figure out our next move.

Five looked at me skeptically. "What do you mean?"

"I have a second power," I started. "I call it the touch of suggestion." I turned to Luther, who was sitting on the couch nearby. "Can I show you?"

Luther hesitated, but nodded. I stood at the edge of the couch beside him and placed my fingertips on his scalp. I closed my eyes and a light purple glow seeped from my chest cavity, following the veins in my body to my fingertips on Luther's head. "Sleep." I said simply, and within seconds, Luther's head dropped back against the back of the couch and he was asleep.

The other Hargreeves siblings looked at me in shock. "Did you just put him to sleep?" Diego asked.

"That's my power," I explained. "I can cause instant sleep or help someone calm down through touch."

"Hey Five," Klaus chirped. "Maybe she can help you with your insomnia." I looked over at Five, who was sheepishly looking away and avoiding eye contact.

I looked over at Luther, who was still asleep. I placed my fingers back on his head and the glow began again. "Wake." I commanded quietly, and within seconds he shot forward and gasped as if he had woken from a nightmare.

"That was so weird," Luther gasped. "It was completely dreamless. I felt myself spinning and then there was nothing. It was just a black void."

"The spin is your mind's way of processing falling asleep so fast." I informed them. "That's why when I do it, I try to monitor the person until I know it's safe to leave because if they panic because of the spinning they could get stuck in the unconscious void."

"My turn!" Klaus sat on the couch beside Luther and put my hand on his head like a child excited to see a new hat. I laughed and pulled my hand away, earning a pout from Klaus.

"It's not something I want to do frequently because it takes a toll on my body too." I said behind a chuckle.

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That night, I was sitting in my bed in one of the Umbrella Academy's spare rooms when I heard a knock on the door. I placed my book down beside me on the bed as the door creaked open and Five's messy hair peeked through.

"Hey, Lena?" He asked, opening the door enough to see his blue and white striped pajamas.

"What's up?" I replied, confused. What did Five want at this hour?

"Can you…" he paused. "Can you put me to sleep?"

My eyebrows rose, but then I remembered he suffers from severe insomnia and a caffeine addiction. He would say how he always slept with one eye open during the apocalypse so he could protect himself. He was also secretly hoping that he wasn't the last man on earth at the time. "Yeah, I can do that." I stood and walked with him back to his room down the hall.

He opened the door to his room and I saw the mathematical equations scrawled all over his bedroom walls. I couldn't even attempt to decipher them as he got comfortable in his bed. I sat on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Now, just breathe." I instructed. "You are going to feel yourself spinning like when your body jolts as if you're falling off your bed. Do not panic. If you panic, I might not be able to wake you up."

Five nodded, a bit unsure. "Can you stay with me tonight to make sure?"

I looked at him, surprised at his vulnerability. He hasn't slept well in 45 years, and now that he will be put under a deep sleep, he's scared. My heart softened for the boy.

"Yes, I can." I nodded, a small smile on my lips. I felt bad for him, never knowing what a sound sleep was like after being alone for so long.

He opened the blankets, gesturing for me to lay close to him. I snuggled close to him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck. His legs tangled with mine beneath the blankets and I felt his tense muscles relax across his body.

I wrapped my arm around him and rested my cheek on the crown of his head. "Are you ready?" I asked softly. He hummed a response and a slight nod, bracing for sleep. I gently touched my fingertips against his scalp, nestling them under his messy hair. I slowed my breathing and concentrated, closing my eyes as the purple light trailed through my body again and into Five's skull.

"Sleep." I whispered, feeling Five's arms tense slightly as he pulled me closer. He was scared he wasn't going to wake up. "Just breathe," I whispered softly, running my fingers through his hair.

Within seconds, his body relaxed and he was asleep, his breath rhymically hitting my neck. I continued to run my fingers through his hair as I watched his body slowly relax against mine. I wanted to make sure he didn't panic while falling asleep before I fell asleep.

Once I knew he was soundly asleep with no chance of panicking, I rested my chin on his head and fell asleep as well.

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The following morning, Klaus opened my bedroom door to find nobody in my bed. Confused, he walked down the hall to Five's room to see if he knew where I was. Creaking open the door, Klaus peeked in to see Five cuddled up against me and us both sleeping soundly. He got super giddy in that moment, happy that his brother was finally able to relax and sleep soundly for once. Klaus closed the door again as quietly as he could and walked down to the kitchen to tell the other siblings.

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Once the rays of the morning sun broke through Five's curtains, I woke up to the light in my eyes. Five was still fully asleep, but his steady breathing told me he didn't panic last night. Had he panicked, his heart would have stopped during the night and he would have died, trapped in the black void forever.

I kissed the top of his head gently, careful not to wake him. He looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to his waking self. He was so chaotic during the day that it was refreshing to see him asleep and not freaking out about the apocalypse.

I tried to get out of his grasp, but as soon as I moved away from his sleeping body, his grip tightened around me and I was stuck against his body. I sighed, knowing how touch starved he was and how any small amount of touch from the right person would make his heart swell.

I turned to face him, his head still beneath my chin and his arms tightly around my waist. I rubbed small circles on his back with my fingertips, feeling his body melt against mine. Throughout the night, I could feel his body tense at different intervals, but then would relax once I gave any amount of gentle touch to his head or back. He knew he was safe, but his body was always on alert mode from the trauma he faced.

I gently placed another kiss on his forehead, running my fingers through his hair as I waited for him to wake up naturally. He needed his sleep more than anyone else in the house. Thankfully, no impending apocalypse (that we knew of) was waiting for us to get out of bed.

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One Bed : Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Part of the Tesoro Series (Can be read as a one shot)

Word Count : 3.7K Summary : After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. Aged up!Five. ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters ) Warnings : Smut, cursing, mentions of headaches

“Damn It!” You groaned, leaning on your knees, your chest heaved. You changed back into yourself. Happy to be back in your body instead of a very hairy man with a limp. Your head pounded, you should have been more careful. After barely getting any sleep last night you should have known better than to push your abilities. You coughed, spitting bile out onto the pavement in front of you. A crackle of blue light appeared next to you before Five flew out of the portal. He was equally out of breath.

“Where did they go?” He turned to you, throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know,” you spit glaring at him, your emotions running high, “he disappeared.” You waved in front of you. Your lungs screamed, drinking in oxygen in deep breaths, letting your lungs inflate to their limit before breathing out again. 

“Disappeared?” He yelled, whipping his head to look at you. His hair falling out of his neat side part. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a strangled scream.

“Where were you huh?” You hissed, narrowing your eyes “You could have blinked after him if you were here!” He glared at you, his face scrunched into a sour expression.

“God you are unbelievable!” He groaned, clenching his fists. His hands glowed blue before fizzling out, “I pushed myself too hard, I barely made it back to you!” You huffed rolling your eyes. Fighting would get you nowhere, Five loved arguing. When there was a fire lit in him he was an eternal flame, furning for days on end. Once you had stolen his favorite coffee mug, for no other reason than he had said something to piss you off. That was a week of hell you never wanted to relive.

“Look,” you took a breath, “we’re both tired, let’s just go find a hotel and get some rest.” You put your hands up in defeat.

He clenched his jaw, the muscle tightening. He huffed looking around.

“Fine, but you’ll follow my plan tomorrow, got it?” He pointed a finger at you. You didn’t know if it was his age, but the way he would scold you like a child drove you insane. 

“Fine.” You said through gritted teeth. “Shall we?” You asked motioning to your parked car. He moved past you, hitting your shoulder as he went. You sighed following him, hurt blooming in your chest. You hung your head as you walk to the car.

He stopped, turning back to look at you. You didn’t have the best poker face, not with him at least. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He bit his lip, guilt washing over him in waves. 

Five had always been in agreement with himself, being alone in the apocalypse there was no room for second guessing. It was live or die every second of every day. When a simple infection from a paper cut could have as easily killed him as a broken bone, Five was always thinking ten steps ahead. Even after the commission picked him up his survival instincts hadn’t fully gone away. Whether he was in the field or not, his primal instincts still had him making decisions quickly and with no room for reflection. This was his way of life, learning layouts of offices, the nearest escape routes. Until you barged into his life.

With you, Five was constantly second guessing his actions. Normally he wouldn’t have given a shit if he was abrasive, cold or unfriendly. He didn’t come to make friends, he came to save the world. He had a job to do, and more importantly a plan. To get back to his family and stop the apocalypse. You were never a part of that plan. He had already calculated his steps when you came in throwing in three more steps to an already difficult dance. Sashaying your way into his life and heart. 

He walked in front of you, cursing himself as he opened up the door of the 1977 Isuzu Gemini SL Coupe. He gave you a small smile as you got in. He closed the door behind you before walking to the driver side and getting in. 

You drove in silence, leaning your head on the window. It throbbed from having to change into so many people. You rubbed your temple, praying for a shower and a warm bed.

Five’s hands gripped the wheel, he was spent. His body ached and the cramp in his shoulder was getting worse as he drove. The stress probably wasn’t helping. He stole glances at you every once and awhile. The only thing illuminating your face was the street lights as he passed under them. 

He sighed under his breath, he shouldn’t have snapped at you. And it’s not like he was mad at you, he was mad at himself. He had let the guy get away, he had been worried about your safety. He had lost you at the beginning of the warehouse. The whole time he had been jumping around looking for you instead of the target. He knew he had made a mistake, using his powers for his personal gain instead of the mission. If the handler only knew, he would never be assigned with you again. Good thing she didn’t. As much as he tried to deny it he had started to enjoy working with you. You helped him maintain his humanity, like Delores had. You two were very similar, both kind, selfless, always thinking ahead. He admired your ability to stay true to your heart, even in your line of business.

He pulled off into a parking lot. Passing the glowing red sign that blinked vacancy. He rolled into a parking spot, putting the car in park. You both sat in silence, you sighed looking into the hotel lobby.

“I-“ Five started before cutting himself off, you raised your head looking at him. He stared straight ahead, his hand lazily draped on the wheel. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his gaze dropped to his lap.

“It’s ok.” You said touching his arm, “We’re both tired and overworked.” You looked over at him, your head throbbed. You shut your eyes covering them with your hand.

“Is it your head?” He asked, looking over at you. You nodded tears pricking in your eyes, “Hey, let’s get inside.” He said squeezing your shoulder. You nodded, wiping away tears that slipped past your eyelashes. Five opened the door, stepping out of the car. You followed him into the hotel lobby, the bell ringing as Five opened the door. 

You winced, sitting down on a leather chair. The fake leather had started to crack, you mindlessly picked at the flakes. The orange carpet under your shoes had multiple stains, you wrinkled your nose in disgust. 

Five walked up to the counter, his hand hovered over the bell before he looked back at you. He put his hand back into his pocket and leaned on the counter.

“Hello?” He said looking around. An older man walked out, he had a full unkempt mustache. Frizzy hair to his jaw, his tall body squeezed into a tweed suit. “One room please.” He said handing him twenty bucks. The man nodded, plucking a key off the wall behind him. He handed it to him, Five turned the red pass over in his hands. He walked back over to you, your head in your hands. His heart squeezed in his chest, he needed to get you to bed. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on,” he said, helping you to your feet. You gripped his bicep, leaning on him. Any sense of pride had left your body when your headache started. He led you to your room, putting the key in the hole. He had to jiggle it slightly before the lock gave out.

Fives face fell as he took in the room. Only one bed. 

“Damn it.” He muttered, shaking his head, you walked over to the bed. Sinking down onto it as you reached down to untie your shoes. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said matter of factly, sighing.

“Five.” He looked into your tired eyes. “We’re both adults, just take the other side of the bed.” You shrugged off your suit jacket, pushing yourself off the bed. You pulled out a hanger and hung your suit jacket up. You unzipped your pants, Five felt heat creep up his neck. You had undressed in front of him before, why did this bother him so much? You unbutton your blouse, hanging it up as well. God, your head hurts. It was no longer throbbing, but pounding. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” You mumbled walking to the bathroom. 

Five sat down on the edge of the bed. He untied his shoes, setting them down next to the bedside table. He listened to the shower turn on, your soft voice humming as the rings of the shower curtain scraped across the metal bar. Five swallowed, his mind started to wander. He imagined you washing your body. The suds over your breasts, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water washed over you. He felt his dick jump in his pants. He pictured your hands traveling lower down your body, over your soft stomach, reaching between your legs. His dick was standing at attention now. He had a good couple minutes before you would be out. He reached down, rubbing himself through his pants. He could only imagine your hands instead of his, your hot breath fanning over his neck, lips, ear. He leaned back, letting his back hit the bed. He tugged at his belt, undoing the buckle. He unbuttoned his pants pulling them down with his underwear. His dick, no longer confined to his pants, sprung free onto his stomach. He spit into his hand, lubricating his dick. He ran his palm over the tip, once, twice, before he noticed the water had turned off. He quickly pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. He stood up walking over to the window, pulling back the thin green curtain. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

You opened the door. Your hair still slightly damp, you had a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. He turned slightly to look at you. You smiled at him, the windows low light illuminating him perfectly. He was reminiscent of a painting of an angel, the hotel sign acting as holy rays behind him. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“All yours.” You sighed happily, throwing yourself onto the shitty mattress. The box spring whined as your body hit it. He nodded before taking a couple steps to the bathroom. 

You laid back, combing through your hair with your fingers. You slipped under the covers, the throbbing in your head was now only a slight ache. You heard the water turn on, and shut off after a few minutes. Five opened the door, a towel hung low on his waist. Your eyes traveled down his body, for his toned chest to his firm stomach. You took in all his scars, one above his belly button, it looked like an old knife wound. Your eyes traveled further to his v, a small patch of hair leading from his chest to his hips. You looked away, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He was drying his hair with a towel so thankfully he didn’t see you ogling him. He walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. He sank down, the bed dipping with his weight. He laid back, his arm brushing against yours. Electricity flew up your arm.

“Night.” You said softly, he hummed in response. You rolled over, away from him. Looking out the window, listening to his breathing.

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When you woke up, it was still dark. The sun hadn’t come up but the sky was turning more of a light blue. You felt Five’s warm arm wrapped around your waist, and Five’s breath fanning across your neck. His hand was splayed out over your stomach, holding you tightly against him. You sighed contently, enjoying the closeness to the man you had come to develop feelings for. Although any pure thoughts disappeared when he rolled his hips against your ass. A low groan left his throat, which seemed to shoot directly to your core. 

You froze, you could feel his erection pressing against you. Experimentally you rolled your hips back into his, he moaned nuzzling your neck.

The angel on your shoulder yelled in your ear to wake him up. You savored the feeling, trying to memorize exactly how he felt against you, saving the memory for a later time when you were alone in your apartment, before you nudged him slightly.

“Hmmm?” He mumbled into your ear.

“Five, wake up.” You said nudging him again. He jolted up, taking in the situation. 

“Oh god,” he said, pulling away from you, his voice gravely from sleep. “Jesus, I didn’t mean, if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way I-“ he groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Five. It’s ok,” You said, pulling his hand away. Looking at him in the low light, he was breathless, a light layer of perspiration on his body. Your mouth watered as you took him in. “If you wanted to, I wouldn't be opposed…” you trailed off your eyes locking onto his face. He froze, his lips slightly parted. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He stared down at his hands, deep in thought. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything.” He said softly, you smiled. For a man who was always so self-assured, he seemed so unsure of himself.

“I’m offering. This is just to get some relief, no strings attached.” You said biting your lip, you untied your robe. Letting it fall around your body. Now having no protection from the cold night air, you felt your nipples harden. Five’s eyes raked over your body, you felt yourself grow hot under his gaze. He stared at you like you were a cool glass of water in the apocalypse. 

Five was sure he had been murdered in his sleep. There was no possible reality where you were all but throwing yourself at him. All Five wanted to do was ruin you and make you his. Make you crave him as much as he craved you. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even had sex, possibly in his early days at the commission, but only to get his dick wet. He didn’t care about those girls, now you on the other hand were something special. And you were naked, in his bed. 

“Right, no strings attached.” He repeated back to you. His fingers twitched and you could feel his hesitation. You grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it gently. You brought his hand up to your breast, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes finding yours for confirmation. You leaned forward to nibble his neck, kissing over the bites. He shivered his body tensing, you grinned your breath fanning over his jaw. He pinched one of your nipples, smirking as you gasped. He ducked his head, his mouth covering your other nipple, his tongue flicking the bud. Your hand tugged on his hair, he sighed around your breast.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, you chuckled looking up at him through your eyelashes. His erection was now painfully stretching against his underwear, you grabbed him through his boxers. He let out a pained noise, like he was being stabbed instead of pleasured. He was puddy in your hands, ready to be shaped anyway you wished. He pushed you back against the bed. In a sudden shift in dominance, his lips found your neck, kissing and nipping slightly. You bucked against his body, your nipples rubbing slightly against his bare chest. His hands mapped a path down your body, like he was trying to memorize it. Unbeknownst to you he was. His fingers found your clit, testing the waters. You gasped, your hand finding its way into his hair. You pulled at his scalp slightly, earning a low groan from him. He slipped one finger inside you, curling it as he thrusted it inside you. You moaned softly, any pain from your headache was now long gone. He added a second finger, his eyes never leaving your face. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to cower under his gaze or beg for more. Your skin was ablaze, Five’s touch was electric, his incredibly eager fingers thrusting and curling inside you. You gripped the sheets, pleasure building in your stomach. That familiar coil tightening inside of you. 

He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, sucking them clean. “Shit, you’re sweet.” He hummed, swiping the head of his dick down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. You both shuddered as his velvety soft tip found your entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked softly, his other hand rubbing light circles on your thigh. You hadn’t expected him to be so doting, tales circulated around the commission of the absolute animal Five was in bed. But as his green eyes peered into yours, you could put those rumors to rest. You felt entirely bare, like he was peeling back the layers of your soul. The alarm bells had been ringing in your ears, this man was a killer. He was a survivor, stepping on anyone he had to, to get to where he was. He was a mercenary, follower of no moral code, but if he was all of these things why did he hold you like you were made of glass?

“Yes.” You said, propping yourself up on your elbows. He lowered his gaze pushing the head of his cock in slowly. You both let out a moan, he hissed, baring his teeth.

“Christ you’re tight.” He sighed his eyes squeezing close. His hands gripped your hips, his nails dug in leaving crescent shaped marks. Although you couldn’t seem to care, you had never felt so full in your life. Your hands gripped his thighs for dear life, a strangled cry left your throat as he thrust all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He stilled, a blissed out smile on his lips. You wiggled your hips, trying to get any stimulation from him.

“Fuck me.” You whined, grabbing his face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes widened before a devilishly handsome smile split his face.

“Yes ma’am.” He started a slow rhythm, his dick spearing you every time he thrusted into you. Long, hard strokes. His cock rubbed at the spongy part inside of you and you mewled. “You like that, sweetheart?” He teased a mischievous glint in his eye, you couldn’t help but nod, stroking his ego along with his cock. He took the lead titling your hips up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulders. You needed him closer. Gripping at any part of him you could get your hands on, your nails raking down his back. He moaned, breathy and high pitched. Your breath was stolen out of your chest as he quickened his pace, going deeper than before. 

“Oh fuck, Five.” You groaned holding onto his shoulders, your tits bouncing.

“You’re gripping me so good tesoro.” He grimaced, his eyes fluttering close. He let out a strangled cry against your leg. Biting down harshly before kissing your calf. You yelped fingernails digging into his thighs.

“I’m close, I’m so close.” You babbled tears slipping down your cheeks, every part of you was screaming out in pleasure. This spurred him on, one of his hands traveled between the two of you rubbing tight circles on your clit. You swore you saw stars, your toes curled and you couldn’t help the high pitched whine that ripped its way out of your throat. He leaned forward, his body looming over yours. His arms effectively trapping you underneath him. Working you through your orgasm as he grinded his hips against you, using your leg as leverage. 

“I’m not gonna last.” He mumbled his forehead resting against yours, wincing slightly. You grinned, reveling in the fact that you had such an effect on him.

“Cum then.” You said before sucking a deep purple mark on his neck. You felt his breath catch in his throat against your lips.

“S-shit.” He thrusted hard into you, “you’re so fucking perfect,” He moaned his hips stuttering as he came. “Oh god I love you.” You froze, he loved you? He stopped, pulling out almost immediately. “I don’t know why I said that.” He recoiled, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you. He grabbed his discarded towel, covering himself with it as he stumbled off the bed. You pulled the sheet up, covering your breasts.

“Five it’s fine,” you said sitting up.

“No. It’s not.” He growled, the sudden shift in his demeanor made you recoil. You pulled the sheet tighter around your body, suddenly all too aware of your nudity. “This never should have happened.” He motioned between the two of you.

“It’s just sex. It’s not like you meant it!” You justified, your voice higher than you intended.

He stopped, the outline of his body harsh against the street lamp outside. His head turned slightly, allowing you to see only part of his face. You could see him mentally building his walls back up, brick and mortar in his eyes.

“Five, it’s not like you meant it.” You said it more as a question than a statement, hating the slight waver in your voice. His body tensed as he sucked in a breath, he raised his shoulders.

“No. I must have been thinking of someone else.” He said coolly. Ouch. The air was sucked out of the room as he stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him. Your heart broke in your chest, slicing up your insides. You swallowed thickly, your mind struggling to keep up with Five’s constant whiplash. One minute he’s taking you to the gates of heaven only to taunt you as he drags you back to hell. 

This was all your fault, you put your head in your hands. You shouldn’t have suggested anything and just lived with the constant sexual tension.

No strings attached your ass.

part two here

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Weak

Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut

This one shot is an accompaniment to my other work "Addicted". This can be read on its own, but is a different side of the story, as told from Five's point of view.

As always, I am open to requests. Thank you!

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Weak:

I never meant to take it this far. I never meant to be cruel. That’s not who I am, or at least I didn’t think I was. I also thought I was strong and had will power. But I guess I was wrong about that, too. Because as much as I try to stay away, I don’t.

I know who I am and what I’m made of. The terrible things I’ve done. That’s not a secret and I’ve never lied to myself about that. My morals can’t even be called a gray area anymore; they’re more like an indistinct blur. But in this one tiny part of my soul, I was trying to be better. For her, at least.

I have failed miserably.

She knows what I am. When things got too comfortable and too familiar, I told her as a way to push her away and to scare her. It didn’t work, though. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She fucking loved it…and I didn’t know how to say no to that.

How could I say no when she was tearing at my clothes, practically panting with desire, and shoving her hand down my pants? All over a bloody stain on a shirt collar and the feel of my Glock against her skin. I’m sure there’s a way to resist that, but fuck if I know what it is. I’m not smart enough or strong enough to figure that one out.

I don’t particularly like all of the killing. But I’m pretty fucking good at it and someone has to do it, I suppose. I certainly never considered it sexy in any way. Then, after that first time, when she begged me to tell her all of the gruesome details, and I watched her skin start to flush and her pupils dilate…well, fuck, that put a new spin on everything.

I still don’t like it, that part hasn’t changed. I get no pleasure from pulling that trigger and watching their skull break open like a fucking pinata, spraying the contents of their brains all over the floor like the world’s worst party game. Now, however, there is a sick little spark that will ignite in me after it’s done. Because I know how it will turn her on.

And, fuck, I am weak.

That’s what this all boils down to. Weakness. For most people that meet me or know me in any way, weak is probably the last word they would use to describe me. Cold; bitter; sarcastic; asshole. Those adjectives are much more likely to be used. But weak? Doubtful.

I know the truth, though. Deep down, that is what I am. Because when you continue to break someone’s heart time and time again, just because you can’t control your own basic urges…that’s weakness. Pure and simple.

She has told me how much I’ve hurt her, and how much I am ruining her life. She has screamed and cried and told me all of the things I know I deserve to hear. She has called me an asshole more times than I can remember, and I have never disputed it. So, I stay away, like I know I should. Until she inevitably calls again. And I slip right back into it without another thought. Like the absolute fucking bastard that I am.

Weak.

Because even though I know it’s wrong and I’m slowly poisoning her with my selfishness, each time I think maybe it will be different. Maybe this time will be the time when I stay. When I will finally be the person I should be and really want to be.

All the way up until the early morning, I will convince myself that this is it. I’ve finally seen the light and I can be the man she deserves; it will be so easy. Because when it’s just the two of us, in our own little cocoon, hidden away from the outside world, the idea is magical. I would give anything to stay there, tucked away, fucking like animals until we’re both too exhausted to talk anymore. I want to stay there and listen to her voice, and her laugh, and feel her hands on my touch-starved body. And I think, yes, this is it. This is what I want.

Then morning comes and the spell is broken.

Once that first peek of dawn starts to light up the sky, all of my anxieties come rushing back, and I remember why I can’t stay. Morning brings back the real world, and with it all of its problems.

I will freeze up, practically paralyzed with fear, as she sleeps next to me, an arm draped over my chest. I will remember what kind of person I really am, and how that just doesn’t translate to boyfriend material. And it’s not just the little fact that I am a hired assassin, although that does put a slight snag in any future meetings with parents and the like.

It’s the mixing bowl of fucked up thoughts and feelings and history that lives inside my brain. Guilt. Regret. Sadness. Rage. Take your pick, none of them are great. And I can mask them for a night or two, while I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. But they will come back again, and that’s just not something anyone needs. Especially someone you care about.

So, I do the worst, shittiest thing in the world, and leave while she’s asleep. No kiss goodbye. No note. Not even a quick morning fuck. I grab my shit and leave in a flash of blue light, like the weak coward I am. Can’t even bother to use the god damn door.

I will stay away after that. At least for a while. I will ignore the incoming texts and voice mails that sometimes will follow, and sometimes don’t. I’ll pretend I don’t care about the lectures and pleas and rightly-deserved insults. But I do care. And that’s why I won’t answer.

A month might go past, maybe more. Just enough time for me to start thinking she really is done with me. Then the call will come through, late at night, and I won’t ignore it. Because, as we’ve determined…I am weak.

She is the only one, although I’ve never told her that and I bet she thinks she’s not. I’m not interested in anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. And when she stops calling for good, which one day I know will happen, that will be it. It’s either her or nobody. And it’s barely even her.

Our paths almost never cross outside of our little midnight meetings. After that first night when all of this started, I’ve never seen her anywhere else besides her apartment. I assume it’s because the types of bars and clubs I frequent are not anywhere a normal, sane person would want to spend their free evenings. But tonight, as fate would have it, I do see her. After I grab my drink off the cracked and peeling bar top and turn to look at the room behind me, I see her. And she’s not alone.

With my glass half way to my mouth, our eyes meet, and for a second neither of us move. It’s not a big place, so we aren’t that far away from one another. But it’s loud and crowded, and the guy is leaning in close to her ear, talking loudly to be heard over the constant bass thumping through the shitty speakers on the walls. Who the fuck is this guy?

It’s not fair, I know that. Believe me, I know that. And I try to give myself a stern talking-to inside my head. She is not yours. Not even remotely. You are an asshole and she deserves better. Leave her the fuck alone.

I take a drink. And then I see his hand disappear under the table, and I can see everything from where I’m standing. He’s squeezing her thigh, leaving his hand there to rest on her leg, rubbing his thumb across the bare skin that isn’t covered by her short skirt. A skirt I know I’ve had my face under before.

Fuck. I hate this guy.

In the thirty seconds that it takes for all of this to happen, she is watching me. Reading me. A faint smile plays on her lips and I know I’m caught. My thoughts must be written all over my face like a fucking billboard, and it’s too late to pretend I haven’t seen or that I don’t care. She’s got me.

If I were stronger, or a better person, I would leave. Pay my tab, collect my coat, and get the fuck out of there without another glance in her direction. Leave her be. Let her live her fucking life. But I am not. And I’m pissed.

My first instinct is to reach behind me, grab the Glock that’s hidden in the waistband of my pants and covered up by my suit jacket, and take care of this asshole right then and there. That would probably be the nicer thing to do, honestly. Then she’d finally see what a fucking psycho I am and that would end things once and for all. But I’m also not that stupid. Or that nice.

Instead, I stay and watch. I let her see me watching, too. I lean with my back against the bar, casually sipping my drink, and my eyes never leave her. I want her to know, even if it makes me more of a giant dick than I already am. I want her to know I am not pleased.

I have no idea who this guy is, and I don’t care. Maybe it’s their first date; maybe it’s their tenth. It doesn’t matter, I want him dead. And now that she knows that, because it’s pretty fucking obvious by the way I’m coiled like a cobra ready to strike right now, it’s quickly become a game. If she had feelings for him before, that seems to have been forgotten now. Because everything she is doing is for me.

Her eyes leave mine and she returns to what I can only imagine is a very dull conversation with the Neanderthal sitting next to her. She smiles and laughs, and moves her leg closer to his so that they are touching. She reaches up and fixes his hair, tucking a stray piece of it over his ear. She rests her chin on her hand and stares at him like he’s the most interesting person she’s ever encountered. And he’s eating this shit up; kicking his game up a notch with even more inane talk and rubbing her thigh up and down with his whole hand. He thinks she’s into him. Fucking dumbass.

That’s the only thing keeping me slightly calm at the moment. Knowing it’s all a play. She is a really good actress, I’ll give her that, but I’ve paid more attention to her than she realizes. I know her tells. I know the difference between her fake laugh and her real one. I can tell when she’s actively engaged in the conversation or she is just waiting for you to shut up. I know how she touches her face when she’s nervous and I know what she looks like when she wants to fuck you.

And, buddy…I got bad news for you.

The corner of my mouth lifts in an arrogant smirk as I take another drink. I shouldn’t be proud of this; I should be appalled. How dare I think I have any right to any of her little traits and quirks? I haven’t earned that. That kind of thing is reserved for boyfriends and husbands and people that can stand to stick around for more than a few hours.

When she runs her tongue over her lips in an obvious gesture meant only for me, I actually laugh out loud. Fuck, she knows what she’s doing. And it’s one hundred percent working.

As I order my second drink, feeling the calming buzz of the booze fill my brain, I start to care less and less. I don’t care if this is not fair. I don’t care that I’m being a complete and utter shit head. I don’t care if I’m weak. I’ll deal with all of that later.

I take out my phone and type out a quick text.

Enjoying yourself?

I watch as she glances to her phone on the table as it lights up. She picks it up, angling it away from Caveman Cliff, and reads it. It’s subtle, but I saw it. A brief twitch of her mouth and a quick flit of her eyes in my direction. I see her type out a quick reply and then she is back to him, completely enrapt in his droning.

Immensely, thank you

Not able to resist, I counter with:

Even I can tell from way over here that your panties are as dry as the desert

She holds in a smile as she responds back.

Too bad you’re not going to find out

Honey, if that pussy of yours is even slightly wet, it’s only because you’re thinking of me bending you over that table you’re sitting at right now

I see her legs shift and she crosses one over the other, squeezing them together as a faint blush covers her cheeks.

And why would I be thinking that?

Because that dipshit you’re with isn’t going to give you what I know you want

I watch as she swallows and then glances at the idiot to her left that is oblivious to all of this, the poor bastard. Her response is short.

Fuck you

She puts her phone away to end this exchange, but I see the small smile she is trying to hide and the way she touches her hand to her face. I can see her chest expand as she sucks in a deep breath, biting at the inside of her cheek.

I give a short snort of satisfaction and put my phone back in my inside jacket pocket. I got what I wanted. I throw back the rest of my drink, leave a few dollars for a tip, and head for the door without another look in her direction. But I know she saw me leave.

As I wait there in the dark, I think about how awful I’m being; what a shit bag move this is. I’m using her, that’s what it boils down to. Using her for her warmth and her openness, and to temporarily calm my mind. Also, for her body and her touch. She sees something in me that isn’t there; or at least something I can’t see. But I can’t or won’t give her what she needs, and I’m also not letting her move on.

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

I hear their voices coming down the hall, the rattle of keys in her hand. As they near the door, I can hear her made up excuses. She’s tired; she had too much to drink; she has a headache. Maybe next time. She’ll call him tomorrow. Then she slips inside her darkened apartment and the door closes behind her.

I’m on her before she has a chance to turn the light on, pressing her against the door as she drops her keys on the floor. Since I’ve been waiting, the anticipation has already made me fully hard and I push my groin into her while I circle my hand lightly around her neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? No love connection tonight?” I growl next to her ear.

She never even screams or fights back. She knew I would be there. But her hands grab my forearm and I hear her suck in a loud breath.

“I never knew you were the jealous type,” she smarts back.

 “Only when I see someone try to take what’s mine,” I hiss hotly against her neck, drawing my lips and then my tongue across her skin.

“I’m not your fucking property,” she snarls, but I can hear the break in her voice and she swallows hard against my hand.

I laugh cynically. “Well, then I can go and you can let him fuck you instead. Is that what you want?”

There’s a long pause and it’s just our loud breathing in the dark of the room. Then I feel her head move slowly from side to side.

“No,” she whispers.

As I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands in her hair and on her face, and down to her tits, she is reaching for the front of my pants. I had already removed my jacket and belt when I got there, as well as the pistol that I always carry with me. Our little act back at the bar was already enough foreplay and our bodies are screaming for each other.

Our hands can’t work fast enough as she is shoving my pants down my legs and tearing my shirt open while I rip her top off and yank her skirt up. My fingers are already pushing her panties to the side and entering her, sliding right in with no resistance.

I smile proudly against her neck. “I knew you were wet for me.”

As she moans and throws her head back, she is reaching down to stroke my cock, her warm hand tight and firm as she drags it slowly over my shaft.

My hips are already jerking into her and I want to be inside of her so badly I can’t think straight.

“Get these panties off so I can fuck you,” I snarl.

I pull my fingers out, pushing her underwear down roughly and she quickly steps out of them. With one pull of her hips into me, her arms clutching tightly to my shoulders, I lift her up and start fucking her against the door.

I tip my head back and groan loudly as she whines and pulls her legs tighter around my waist.

“Can he make you feel this good?” I ask between clenched teeth as I ram into her harder and the door rattles in its frame.

“No!” she cries out.

“Do you think about him when you’re alone and fingering yourself?”

Her moans are punctuated by the slamming of my body against hers and her fingers press deeper into my skin.

“No,” she breathes out. “No.”

“You think about me, don’t you?” I say with a sneer. When she doesn’t answer fast enough, I ask again, louder. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers pitifully, her nails digging sharply into my shoulder blades.

I can’t believe what I’m saying and what I’m doing. But she’s loving it and so I continue.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget all about him, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. And if I ever see you with him again, I will kill him.”

“You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?” she asks, and that knowing smile starts to form as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. “When you saw him with me?”

“Fuck yes I did,” I groan loudly into her neck.

She’s almost there, I can tell. So am I, but I’m going to make her finish first. I pick up the pace, thrusting into her as hard as I can, her back and head slamming against the door, my fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her thighs and ass. I’m practically ripping into the side of her neck, latching on with my mouth and teeth, desperate to mark her as my own.

I listen as she repeats my name over and over in gasps and moans and I can’t hold back anymore.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You are all mine.”

She is falling apart in my arms, violently shaking against me as I penetrate her one last time, letting out a loud, guttural moan. I’m as deep inside of her as I can be, and I fill her up with so much cum, I know it will start sliding out; dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Somewhere deep inside, in the primordial part of my brain, I take satisfaction in knowing that it’s my seed, and only mine, that is coating her insides.

Once the last spasm has left my body, I let her down and she falls back against the door, breathing hard. Her bra is still on, but the straps have fallen down, and her skirt is bunched up around her waist. I look at the painful looking purple bruise I left on her neck, which is large enough and obvious enough that she won’t be able to cover it. Her eye makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen and red. She looks completely ravished. And then she starts to cry.

It’s because of me, I know it is. Because of the things I said and the things I did, and the way I needed her so desperately. She had been trying to break away from me and I reeled her back in. And I did it knowingly and deliberately, just to feed my ego and maybe not feel so alone. I could have found anyone for that. But, like the prick I am, I only wanted her.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my lungs still working hard to get air in and out.

She just nods silently, wiping her face with her hand, and pulls down her skirt. She picks her shirt and underwear off the floor and heads to the bathroom without a word. I’m left standing there with a softening dick and my pants around my ankles.

Fuck.

I could leave now, while she’s in there, and maybe I should. That feels wrong, though. But then again, so does staying. I feel like shit and I’m so full of shame that I want to punch my fist through the wall. Instead, I zip my pants back up and walk over to her couch to wait. I turn on the table lamp and even though it’s dim, it feels blaringly bright and I have to squint my eyes.

When she comes out, she has changed into some soft shorts and a t-shirt. Her face is cleaned up and I assume her thighs and the area between them are too. She is no longer crying, but I can still see the tell-tale signs of red-rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. I’m surprised when she comes and sits down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, because I can’t think of anything better to say.

“I know. Me too,” she says and she leans her body against mine.

She has nothing to be sorry for and I’m not sure what to do, so I put my arm around her and hug her to me. I kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes. I don’t know why she’s letting me do this, but it feels good and I like it. Just like every other time, I tell myself that maybe this time will be different. I can do this; I can be that person. I don’t want to be that other jealous, callous, hurtful person. I don’t want to be the asshole.

“Just don’t go yet, ok?” she says quietly with her cheek resting against my chest.

I smooth her hair and run my hand down her back. I don’t want to go. She feels good and warm and soft against my tension-filled body. She feels right. I want to tell her all of that, too. I want to say I’m sorry a million times over and beg for her forgiveness. I want to wake up with her next to me every day.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I murmur into her hair as I brush my chin across the top of her head.

“Don’t do that,” she pleads, her voice soft. “Please.”

I decide I’m going to tell her how I really feel. Before the night is over, I’ll come clean. And then I’ll stay. If she’ll still have me.

“You are, though. I mean it.”

She doesn’t respond, but sighs and nestles in, holding me around my waist. Fuck, I have craved this. More than the dirty talk and the biting and the ferocious fucking. I want this. I want her. And I’m going to tell her.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur. It’s there, on the tip of my tongue the whole time. All I have to do is say it. But I don’t.

We fuck again, rough and hard, on the couch and on the floor. I leave more marks on her chest, branding her as my own. I tell her she’s mine, and I make her scream my name again, but I don’t say what I really mean.

We fuck in her bed, while we’re both tired and slightly drunk. I pump lazily into her while she lies underneath me and moans softly. I kiss her lips and tell her how gorgeous she is, and it’s not a lie because she is. I worship her body, running my tongue over every part of it, tasting her skin and her delicious arousal. I can taste my own cum as I lick into her soft folds and inside her pussy that’s been stretched and abused by my cock several times over.

There are so many opportunities and I don’t take any of them. I let her fold her body into mine as I hold her in the dark and I can say it right now. It would be easy and it would be the truth.

I want to be with you.

I want to be yours.

I want you to be mine and mine alone.

I want to stay.

But I am weak, and so I don’t.

She sleeps against me and I listen to her rhythmic breathing while I lie there wide awake. I think about all of the things I should have said. Everything I should have done and should not have done. I hate myself for all of it.

When the sun creeps in, and the faintest light is leaking through the curtains and cutting through the safety of the darkness, it all comes crashing back. I remember why I can’t stay and why those words just wouldn’t come out. The reality of the real world is glaringly obvious in the light of day and I remember all of it.

The real world is filled with everyday things like jobs and homes and bills to pay. Coworkers and families that want to meet you. Graduation and birthday parties. Movie and dinner dates, holidays and vacations. Marriage. Children. Normalcy.

There’s just no way any of that would work. I can’t fit into that life, even though I want to. I think of all of the things holding me back and they keep piling up until they are crushing me and I feel like I can’t breathe.

I am an assassin. A killer. A murderer. I have seen the end of the world and survived the most horrific things. I have PTSD and crippling anxiety. There are nightmares and paranoia and episodes of manic rage. I am old and I am tired. There is nothing left of me and nothing left to give. I am not meant for normalcy.

As I slowly remove her arm from across my chest, she stirs but she doesn’t wake. I take a moment to look at her. Her mind isn’t betraying her with vivid dreams of the world collapsing around her in a fiery blaze or sprays of bullets piercing her body. She is at peace and I am envious of that.

I am not good for her, I know that. I need to go and stay gone. She deserves stability and happiness and a million other things I cannot give her. So, I will be the asshole that leaves in the morning before she wakes, just like I always do. She will hate me and curse me and cry for me. And I will stay away this time. I have to.

I chance it by leaning in and brushing my lips across her forehead. Her face wrinkles up and then relaxes again, but she doesn’t wake. I slip out of the bed and out of the room, following the trail of discarded clothes and put them back on one by one. Then I am gone in the same flash of light that allowed me to enter there in the first place. A convenient exit that I have misused way too many times.

Outside, the sun is bright and the world is waking up. I can feel my resolve growing stronger as the new day builds. That was it, I am done. It was awful and I shouldn’t have done it, but it’s over now and I will not be repeating it. I am a pillar of inner strength. That was the last time and she is finally free of me. I am doing the right thing.

My strength is impressive, both inside and out. But it is not impenetrable, especially when darkness falls and the world around me grows quiet. When I am alone with nothing but my thoughts, and I just need to feel something good again.

Everyone has a weakness.   

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[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: an illustration of Delores as a mermaid swimming in a pool and looking at Five. It is a distant overhead shot in 3 point perspective. They are in the ruins of what might be a courtyard or a bathhouse. The color palette is made of teals, oranges, pinks, and yellows. Also in the ruins are a handful of trees and plants, a stone bench, and a frieze of a mermaid. End ID.]

i dont really know what this is. why is delores a mermaid? what is this building? why is there a mermaid in it? what does this have to do with the umbrella academy? where did five find a mermaid? all of these questions and more are completely unanswered and you can decide for yourself. i just wanted to draw a mermaid, and tile, and five and delores, and a statue, all at the same time. enjoy!

#tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #delores tua #dolores tua #five x dolores #five x delores #i dont know what the tag for their ship is. surely there must be one right? #in which i continue to prove that the best i can do re: ship art is two people sitting kind of next to eachother lmao #greatest tragedy is that koi fish go great with the color palette but i cant invoke koi fish imagery willy-nilly in this fandom #all bafflement about what the fuck kind of au this is aside #i am so pleased with the colors #i used color palette reference for this which i never do and it turned out great #my art #mermaids #mermaid #ruins #apocalypse #its probably too far down to put visibility tags but its worth a shot #also for the eagle eyed among you there IS a spicy mermaid statue nipple #i chose not to mark this as mature because it is microscopic

[atealiers]

LUTHER AND FIVE in s1e3 “Extra Ordinary”

#luther hargreeves #luther tua #number one tua #lutherhargreevesedit #number five #number five tua #five hargreeves #fiveedit #five tua #the umbrella academy #theumbrellacademyedit #tuaedit #tua #tua spoilers #tua netflix #netflixedit #tvedit #tom hopper #aidan gallagher #wish this wasn't shot through the front of the car :/ #*mine

[umbrella-academy-hcs]

"Why Don't You Hate Me?"

Summary: Five and Klaus have a short conversation sometime toward the end of season 3

Klaus wandered over to where he saw Five sitting on the edge of what remained of the world, bottle in hand.

"Heyyy! Mi hermano! Numero Cinco! How are you doing on this fine apocalyptic day?" Klaus said as he moved to sit beside Five.

"Don't save the world", that's what he said to me, "don't save the world"," Five muttered more to himself than to Klaus, who decided to change tactics.

"So what's todays poison of choice" he asked, gesturing to the bottle Five had by his side.

"Just something I nicked from the kitchen while I was in there," Five picked up the bottle and handed it to Klaus, who took a sip. It was shit.

"God,"

"Yep,"

A silence befell the two of them, gazing at the void that surrounded them, the void that would soon consume them if they did nothing. Klaus opened his mouth to speak but Five spoke first,

"Why don't you hate me?" The question threw Klaus off-guard, who turned toward Five. Five was staring at him intently, his face lined with desperation, his hands gripping the edge of the ground as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling.

"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"

"Everyone's lost something and I'm always the center of blame,"

As Klaus stayed silent Five continued, "Allison blames me for Ray and Claire, Viktor blames me for Sissy, Ben hates everyone, Luther is still upset about the years I put him through in the 60's, as is Diego. So, why don't you hate me? You went through the same shit as everyone else, you lost someone in Vietnam, you lost Ben for a second time. How can you not hate me?"

"None of that is your fault! You saved our life, Five! I mean, yeah, you left us in the 1960s which wasn't great but hey! I got to see the world, met a lot of people-"

"-Who you don't remember"

"Who I don't remember, yeah, but still! You couldn't have know about any of that. And I think Ben's warming up to me, I can put in a good word," Klaus nudged Five as he spoke about putting in a good word for him, hoping for some kind of smile, anything that suggested Five truly believed him. Instead, Five stared ahead into the void.

"Thank you, Klaus"

"No problemo, mi hermano, anything for a brother,"

"You really need to stop speaking spanish, you're shit at it," Five took a swig of his bottle, but a tinge of a smile played at his lips.

"But, really, it's not over Five,"

"How do you mean?"

"Dad! He's got a plan!"

"Alright, this is my cue to leave, nice speaking with you, Klaus," Five stood up and began walking back to the hotel.

"Five! Fiiive!" Klaus called after him, but he was already gone. He sighed dramatically, muttered something about having just sat down, and got up to follow Five back into the hotel.

#first time writing in a bit #this was better in my head but I can't remember exactly how I originally planned it so #oh well hope you enjoy #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua netflix #five hargreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves the boy #tua klaus #tua one shot #one shot #five centric #klaus centric

[ajkesiah]

• Indirect kiss •

Five hargreaves x reader

A/N: IM REALLY JUST MAKING THESE BC IM BORED BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING SO THIS WILL SUCK BUT HOPEFUL IT TURNS OUT GOOD 😅 trust the process ig 😕✌️(BTW I HAVE BARELY WATCHED TUA, I SAW JUST A COUPLE EPISODES OF SEASON 2, IDK HOW THE ACADEMY LOOKS LIKE SO IM SORRY IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES)

(btw the italic words mean y/n`s thoughts)

[ also, five is the same age as y/n, they're both 21-24 I can't rlly pick an age ]

Y/n's pov:

I'm currently walking towards the Umbrella Academy to hang out with my friends, Klaus invited me to come over bc he was bored and we were gonna have a party there, yk foods, music, and dances etc. I've been friends with them for a few years. We're all super close. Me and five get along well, surprisingly, we're like best, best friends, I sorta have a tiny crush on him ig... OKAY I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON HIM. 😻

3rd person pov:

(Time skip bc I don't wanna write all this)

Y/n walks up to the academy and knocks on the door, the door flung right open as Klaus put his weight on the handle with a drink in his hand. "Hey Klaus!" y/n says "hey y/n, come in" Klaus says as he stands to the side then closes the door after they walk in.

The smell of fresh food and drinks coming from the kitchen and music playing in the background. Allison and Luther dancing in the living room, Diego talking to vanya while playing with his knife, and five... idk where five is he's probably in his room or something.

Klaus stumbles to the kitchen "we have so much stuff in here y/n! Come here". Y/n follows Klaus to the kitchen and the smell getting even stronger made me wanna fall down on my knees..

(AN: FOOD THO 😻😻 HMU 😘😘 OKAY SORRY)

I walk to the counter and look at all the food and drinks lay down there, tacos, lasagna, chicken, steak, chips, sauce, cheesecake, brownies, cookies, you name it.

(IDK WHAT FOOD TO PUT??? I BARELY GO TO PARTIES, ONLY FILIPINO ONES BUT LIKE YK???)

"Woww..." Y/n asked, Klaus nods "mhm, I'm gonna dance now, wanna come?" "Sure!"

Y/n's pov:

"what happened?" all of them asked.

After drinking and have a fun time I got up from the couch to go to the kitchen when I saw five blink away somewhere as I stood up. I grabbed some food and got thirsty, and there was this cup with wine in it sitting next to me so I just drank it, not caring who's it was. While I was drinking it five blinked near me while Klaus also walked towards us. "isn't that fives glass? OMG YOU'RE DRINKING FIVES GLASS Y/N" Klaus yelled then started laughing while five just stared.

I put down the glass as I spit out the water, almost choking on the drink bc I was shocked, I mean... I'm drinking from my best friend's glass.. AKA MY CRUSH??!?!?!? HELLO??? "what?.." The others came in here curious abt what all the noise is from.

OH IM FUCKED.. 😭😭

"They kissed?!"

"Y/N HAD AN INDIRECT KISS WITH FIVE!!!" Klaus yelled out. INDIRECT KISS????? I BASICALLY KINDA KISSED FIVE?? OMG I THINK IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK..

"what"

"what's an indirect kiss?"

"Y/n and five kissed?!"

....

...

..

.

Five and I basically just watched this whole scene unravel. "umm..." I tried to think what to say.. BUT HOW TF WOULD I KNOW WHAT TO SAY IF I JUST INDIRECTLY KISSED MY CRUSH ???

Five and I just looked at each other and he walked up to me and grabbed my hand and teleported to his room. wow.. his hands are SO SOFT- IS IT HAPPENING??? FIVE IS GONNA KISS ME??? I MEAN... SAY LESS-

I was knocked out of my thoughts as five said something "well that was something..." I nodded not knowing what to say. OH GOD IM BLUSHING I BET HE CAN SEE THIS IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF SO BAD RN 😭😭 He walked up to me and and tilted my chin towards him since I was looking away. "umm.. sorry five I didn't mean to drink out of your glass.." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

I MEAN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN I JUST HAD AN INDIRECT KISS WITH MY BEST FRIEND THEN WE'RE IN HIS ROOM LIKE THIS??

Getting lost into his green eyes I suddenly felt a pair of lips on mine. NOW MY EYES ARE WIDE OPEN RN 😨 I kissed back knowing we weren't going to pull away anytime soon. He grabbed me by the waist and I put my arms around his neck. HIS LIPS ARE SOFT TOO THIS MAN IS TOO PERFECT WTF

The kiss lasting for a long while, we pull away and I look into his eyes as he smirked. "umm-" Klaus and the others kicked the door open right as I was about to say something. We both immediately pulled away from each other and stood awkwardly.

"OMG THEYRE KISSINGGG"

NOT AGAIN 😭

"Y/N???"

"FIVE??"

"OH MY GODDDD THERE THEY ARE"

"wow"

"Oh my god guys shut up" five said rolled his eyes and shoved them out of the room with a sigh. Turning back to me, "I'm sorry, they're annoying" "no no it's fine! I mean, it was kinda embarrassing but-" five pulled me into a passionate kiss.

A/N: OMF I HOPE THIS IS GOOD??? I HAD AN IMAGINE LIKE THIS IN CLASS BUT DIDNT FINISH IT SO I JUST WENT ALONG THE WAY HERE I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 😘😘

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #five x reader #the umbrella academy one shots #five x you #five x y/n #x y/n #five hargreaves x reader #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves

[lostgirlfandom]

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Five

Allison

Viktor/Vanya

Luther

Diego

Klaus

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy masterlist #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy fanfiction #umbrella academy one shot #reader insert #fandom imagine #gender neutral reader #fandom one shot #five hargreeves imagine #five imagine #five one shot #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves one shot #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x reader

[soup-14]

I Hate The Taste Of Coffee But I Love It On Your Lips

Five Hargreeves x gn reader

I thought of this title one day and I just had to write smthn for it.

I might write another story under this prompt I had a new ideas.

Basically I hate coffee but I want to smooch Five so bad.

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You’ve never been a fan of coffee, it’s bitter and dark. Much like the man who’s so addicted to it he’d literally kill for a good cup.

And it looks like he had.

You and Five walked into the motel room, spattered in blood. He made a b-line for the coffee maker.

He looked distraught, sad even.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to be like this after an assignment. It would be concerning if he wasn’t.

You usually tried to numb it out yourself.

You grabed a set of un-bloodied clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

When you’d finished you exited the bathroom to find Five, still bloody, sitting at the end of the bed, tightly gripping his coffee cup.

You sat next to him, with a wet washcloth in hand, and began wiping the blood from his cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” You said. He noded, a light frown still on his face. “You know, I think all that coffee is what makes you so bitter.”

Five chuckled bringing the cup back up to his lips. “Eh, you’re not too sweet yourself.” He said, smirking.

Coffee is also warm and comforting. Like a coffee shop in the fall, with a good book and nice music.

That's the real Five, even when he doesn’t always show it. He’s a big softy behind the bitter, old man disposition.

There are late nights where neither of you are able to sleep. Plagued by one thought or another.

One night he found you sitting by the railing outside your motel room, after he felt your side of the bed cold.

He’d gotten up and wrapped a sweater around you. He sat next to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. You shook your head no. “Anything I can do to help?” You shrug your shoulders, not feeling like talking.

Five was used to you being quiet sometimes. It didn’t mean you weren't listening. Sometimes you just didn’t have the motivation or need to say anything, and he’s okay with that.

Five leaned up and pressed a kiss to your temple. He offered a hand to you and you took it, standing up. He lead you back into your room and turned on some coffee for himself and a warm tea for you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your cheek on his shoulder while you waited.

Once your drinks were done you went back outside to enjoy the cool night air and a hot drink.

You and Five sat togther looking at the sky and quietly sipping your drinks.

You put your cup down and slipped your hand into his. You felt Five’s other hand on your chin as he gently turned your face towards him. He planted a soft kiss upon your lips, and you giggled softly. “What’s so funny?” Asked Five, the corners of his lips quirked up a bit. “I hate the taste of coffee,” you paused, smiling “but, I love it on your lips.”

Five smiled fully and kissed you again.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #tua #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves one shot #five hargreeves x reader #umbrella acedmy

[savageannah666]

Whiskey Cuddles

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Lena Hargreeves

Concept: Five was drunk at the living room bar, and Lena went to go tell him to go to bed. Sometimes all you need is cuddles instead of alcohol.

Content: Fluffffff

Warnings: None

Author's Note: This is a really sweet fluffy one shot. I do not write smut for characters like Five for various reasons, so please do not request it. I can write fluff all day, though. Also this is my first time posting a one shot to Tumblr, so if any other one shot writers have suggestions for formatting, do let me know!

Also, Lena Hargreeves is from an upcoming fanfiction where she is essentially a Five from an alternate timeline who screws up her calculations and ends up in this timeline. She and Five have a strange relationship form.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO THE REPRODUCTION OR TRANSLATION OF MY WRITINGS.

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Lena's P.O.V.

I walked downstairs for a glass of water from the kitchen, but stopped when I saw the silhouette of Five sitting at the bar in his blue and white striped pajamas. I quietly walked over so I didn't spook him. The last thing I needed was a black eye this late at night.

"Five?" I asked. He turned around, clearly plastered drunk, a half-full whiskey glass in hand.

"Whaaa? Lena, why are you awake?" He asked between hiccups. His eyes were squinted as if we were in broad daylight in the middle of a dimmed living room. The only light in the room was a lamp nearby.

"Are you drunk?" I already knew the answer before it even left my lips. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and rather than shrug it off, he placed his cheek on the top of my hand and leaned into it. He started to lean too far and I had to hold him up before he fell off the stool. "Five, you need to go to bed. No more drinks."

"No," he countered, his cheek squished against my hand. "I am 58 years old. Let me do what I want."

I took the whiskey away from him, placing it behind the bar. "Old man or not, you need some sleep and sobering up." I tried to tug him out of his seat, but he started to fall asleep on the bar counter.

I shook him repeatedly until he stopped grumbling at me and stood. He was so drunk that he stumbled and fell as soon as his feet touched the ground. I caught him halfway down and he leaned his full body weight on me. He was heavier when he was drunk, but that could just be me being weak in my tired state.

I helped him stand, and slowly we made it upstairs to his room. He laid in bed and immediately fell asleep, not even bothering to turn his bedside lamp off. As I walked away from his bedside, I heard a soft "Lena." I turned around and in his half-asleep, super-drunk state, Five outstretched his hand towards me as if to tell me to come back.

"What, Five?" I asked, shuffling back to his bedside. I just wanted to go to bed.

"Can you play with my hair?" he mumbled. I facepalmed and climbed onto the bed beside him, knowing he would whine and pout if I didn't. I stretched out beside him but let him have his space as he fell asleep again.

I started to run my fingers through his dark brown hair, the messy locks curling from the humidity this time of year. Even across timelines, the weather patterns were the same. I heard Five's breathing start to even out as he slipped further and further into a peaceful sleep.

Thank god, I thought. He hasn't rested in days.

He relied entirely on black coffee and alcohol to such an extent that anybody else would die from exhaustion. I don't know how he does it.

I pulled my hand away from his soft hair and as I was moving to get off his bed and go towards my room, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He started to mumble something about the apocalypse and buried his face into my stomach. I felt his body tense and he started to have a nightmare, probably about the apocalypse he lived through for years and years. He must have been so alone, and that broke my heart.

I tried to shimmy my way out of his grip but he held on for dear life.

Shit. I'm stuck.

I finally gave up trying to get away and relaxed beside him, his grip on my waist not relenting. He was still super tense, and he started to whimper, probably calling out to someone in his nightmare.

I ran my fingers through his hair again, my other hand resting on his upper back, drawing small circles on his pajama fabric. After a few seconds, his whimpering stopped and he relaxed into my abdomen again. He took a deep breath and sighed, his breathing evening out again. I continued to play with his hair until I fell asleep, hoping he would sober up and get some well-deserved rest before the morning.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #hargreeves family #number five #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #one shot #five hargreeves one shot

[fiveapocalypse]

for the five prompts: “apathy”

People were crying. Their faces twisted with grief. Sobs wracked their bodies and yet, all he could do was stare, arms wrapped around himself, clutching the blanket close. The fire continues to be put out by the firemen. Five closes his eyes, and sees nothing, hears nothing, he falls into the abyss.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves centric #I might make this a one shot actually #heheee one shot #maybe? #perhaps? #definitely

[badkitty3000]

Physical Fitness

Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Words: 2800

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, masturbation

☂️Requests open!☂️

Link to my Number Five Fanfiction Master List

Five doesn’t always give you his utmost attention when he gets home. Some days he’s bursting through the door, pissed off about one thing or another, already in mid-sentence while he rants about the lack of brain cells in whoever was annoying him that day. So, you listen quietly, with an amused expression that you try and hide from him until he calms down enough for you to speak. Usually, all it takes is a soft kiss, a scratch down his back with your nails, and maybe even a stiff drink and he’s back to being putty in your hands.

You don’t care if he stomps around the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors and rattling the glasses inside. Or if he’s so worked up, he can’t sit still and he paces back and forth in the living room while muttering various curse words under his breath. You don’t mind because his anger is never aimed at you, and you are also the only one who can dare to try and calm him down without fear of bodily harm.

No, those things don’t bother you. What does bother you is when he outright ignores you. Those times when he hurries through the door, waves a hasty hello without even glancing up, and shuts himself away in his office. When you try and go to him, knocking hesitantly on the door and cracking it open, he’ll look up momentarily from whatever he’s doing, give you a brief smile, and he’s back at it again. On those days, you’ve learned to just let him be. But it still doesn’t make you any less irritated.

He knows it pisses you off. So, later, when you’ve gone to bed before him and you’re feigning sleep, he’ll slip in behind you and pull you close. He’ll whisper how much he loves you and place kisses along your shoulder and neck until you can’t take it anymore and you’re pushing back against him, having forgotten what you were mad about in the first place.

Those days used to be few and far between, but lately, it’s become a habit. Every day these past two weeks, it’s been one quick peck on the cheek or brief hug, before he’s back at his “research” and ignoring you behind closed doors. You’ve tried talking to him, and he says he’ll make an effort but so far you haven’t seen anything change. You know you have a solid relationship and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you’re not sure why he’s acting like this. Probably just because he’s an oblivious man wrapped up in his own world, but still, it’s making you worry.

When you are stressed, you usually throw yourself into some kind of physical activity. For a while it was kickboxing, and then it was tennis. Lately, it’s been yoga. It seems to work well for relaxing your mind while also getting a bit of a workout. Tonight you think about going to the studio that you usually frequent, but decide you’re too lazy and you’ll just do your own routine at home.

Five is still not home, but you aren’t going to wait for him. Not like it would matter anyway. You change into your sports bra and black leggings, pull your hair back in a ponytail, and fill up your water bottle. Once you are set up in the living room, with the lights dimmed and relaxing music playing, you begin with a few stretches and then move into some more advanced poses.

Your workout is an hour long and about 30 minutes in you have a nice sheen of sweat covering your body and you’re feeling good. The next half is more about cooling down and resetting your mind. As you are getting into position for the next pose, you hear Five open and close the door to the house, and his footsteps walking towards the room you’re in. You don’t stop what you’re doing. Your time is valuable too, and if he can’t be bothered to stop what he’s doing lately, then why should you?

You sense Five walk into the room just as you are bending over in downward facing dog, your hands on the floor in front of you and your ass in the air. You can’t see his face, but when you look through your legs, you can see that he has stopped in the doorway. Then you watch as his polished black dress shoes cross over one another and he leans into the door frame. When you stand up and look over your shoulder you see him casually watching you with a wolfish grin.

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” he says, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. His shirt sleeves are uncuffed and rolled up his forearms as he crosses his arms over his chest in an air of superiority.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Is this what I have to do to get your attention these days? Bend over in tight pants?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

You huff, turning away from him. “Well, I’m going to finish my workout, so either sit there quietly or go back to your office.”

“Alright, I will,” you hear him say as you get back to your routine.

Assuming he was talking about the latter of your two suggestions, you’re caught off guard when you see him cross over and sit down in one of the armchairs facing you.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugs with a smirk. “Sitting here quietly.”

Not really wanting to indulge him in whatever he’s up to, you turn away again with a loud sigh and move into another pose. There’s a few more minutes of balancing with your butt on display in Five’s direction, but he doesn’t say anything. Then you move onto the ground on your stomach, pushing the top half of your body up with your arms and looking towards the ceiling.

“So, what’s that one called?”

You sigh again. “Cobra. I thought you were supposed to be quiet.”

When you turn around again, your mouth opens in a partial gape as you watch Five in his chair. He is sitting with his legs splayed and his hand on the very prominent bulge in his crotch, eyeing you up like a hungry predator.

“I got your cobra right here, honey,” he says with a smile, and you can see he’s trying not to laugh at his stupid innuendo.

You try to hold in your own giggle but you can’t and you shake your head. “You’re disgusting.”

With another smart-ass grin, he pulls his tie off, discarding it on the floor. “No. Whipping out my dick and jerking off while watching you would be disgusting.”

Before you can make a comment, he starts doing exactly that; unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly to his pants. He pushes them down far enough to expose his fully hard cock and he gives it a long stroke with his hand, all while keeping his eyes on you.

You should be disgusted. Or annoyed, at the very least. But, fuck, he looks hot sitting there with his sleeves rolled up and his hair flopping onto his forehead; thick cock in his hand. Your breath speeds up just a little and you swallow the pool of saliva that has collected in your mouth.

You clear your throat and flip your ponytail over your shoulder with a sly grin. “Well…you do what you want, I guess. I’m going to finish this workout.”

As you turn away, you decide you’re going to give him as good of a show as you can come up with. You get down on the ground in child’s pose, making sure to spread your knees out wide and push your ass back towards your heels while you splay your arms out in front of you in supplication. You can’t see him, but the thought of what he is doing while watching you is getting you wet and creating a damp spot in the crotch of your pants.

You are slow and deliberate with your movements, and you are back on your hands and knees, only this time you turn to face him. His breathing is louder as he shamelessly works his fist over his cock, running his thumb over the head and jerking his hips up. You can hear the wet slapping noises as his fingers spread the continuous flow of pre-cum over his shaft and he picks up the pace. One side of his mouth turns up as you look at him but he doesn’t slow his movements.

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” he breathes out.

With a breathy laugh you get back to it, pushing your ass up and arching your neck back in a cow pose. It gives him a nice view of your tits in your skimpy sports bra and you hear him let out a quiet grunt while he vigorously pleasures himself. When you flip around and push your hips towards the sky, legs spread wide in a bridge pose, you hear him moan softly.

Turning back over and staying on your hands and knees, you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes and start to crawl slowly towards him. His breath hitches in his throat when you stop between his legs, wetting your plump pink lips with your tongue and gazing up through a fan of dark lashes. Five lets out a long groan when you reach up and place your hand around his, guiding him as he slowly pumps his cock up and down.

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?” you ask as sweetly and innocently as possible.

Five lets out a growl through gritted teeth as he thrusts his hips up into the tight fist around his dick.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, I want to fuck you.”

You lean forward and run the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, keeping your eyes on him until he closes his and leans his head back with a whine.

When you pull back, taking your hand with you, he looks back down at you with a deep crease between his dark brows as you start tracing one finger over the top of his thigh and sticking out your bottom lip.

“Five, I want nothing more than to feel your big, thick cock inside of me right now, but here’s the thing. Unless you get that gorgeous, brilliant head out of your ass and start making an effort to acknowledge me around here, I’m afraid that cobra of yours is going to get mighty lonely. Understand?”

Five lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

You pout some more and then back away, shaking your head. “Sorry, baby. I’m very serious.”

Before you let him respond, your back is turned to him again and you’re bending over in an upside-down V shape while running a hand slowly over one ass cheek and down the back of your thigh.

“Fuck…” you hear him moan under his breath and you know you’ve got him. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice sounding just a tad on the pitiful side. “I will make an effort to pay attention to you more.”

You look at him through your legs again, watching him pout with his dick in his hand, and you smile. “No more slinking into your office the minute you get home and ignoring me?”

“No, I promise. No more.”

You love that he’s practically begging you now, desperate and panting as you tease him with your tight, round ass in front of his face. You press back a little more to accentuate it.

“Alright then, as long as you promise. Now, what was it that you wanted to do to me?”

In a literal flash, Five is behind you, pants falling to the ground and his hands on your hips, tugging you backward. You shriek as he slams his pelvis into your backside, his solid cock pushing between your clothed legs. He yanks you back up to standing with a hand wrapped around your ponytail, his breath hot on your neck as his low and deadly voice buzzes over your skin.

“On your hands and knees. Daddy’s going to fuck you now.”

With a pathetic moan that is partly due to the fact that you can’t help yourself when it comes to his demands, you drop to the floor on your hands and knees. He’s behind you again, tugging at the waistband of your pants and pulling them down your thighs. When you feel his fingers slip in between your legs, your body instinctively reacts by pressing backward onto his hand.

“Five…” you whine, your head hanging down as he pushes his fingers inside you. “Please…”

“What’s wrong sweetheart? I thought you wanted more attention from me.”

You thrust your hips back and forth, fucking his fingers while you moan and gasp like some kind of feral creature. When he pulls his hand away, you feel his wet fingers on your back as he pushes your torso towards the ground. He’s teasing you with his cock, rubbing his leaking head against your clit and through your folds until you can’t stand it anymore.

“Five!” you cry, your face pushed against the floor.

“Let me hear you, darling. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me! Please!”

Five doesn’t hesitate for a second, slipping inside of you, pushing all of the way in until his hips are flush with your ass. He grips your waist tightly, holding you there while you squirm against him.

“Fuuuck…” he groans. “You know exactly how Daddy likes it.”

After a strong slap to your ass, Five starts fucking you hard and deep, driving into you with enough force that your body is propelled forward and you know you’re going to have rug burn on your arms and knees. But it doesn’t matter, because everything he is doing is exactly right. Each time he pounds into you, and you feel his thick cock filling you up, you cry out from how good it feels. Your pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with each thrust and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

He's breathing loud and hard behind you, a loud grunt accompanying each snap of his hips, hands firmly clutching your body; holding you steady while he pumps inside of you.

“Oh shit, you’re such a good girl for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he rasps.

With one expert move of his hand around the front of you, his fingers finding your clit and pressing into it hard, you yell out.

“Oh, god, Five! Yesss….oh fffuckk…I…I…oh shh…”

Your orgasm hits you hard and your fingers claw into the carpet beneath you, your knuckles white, and your body spasming uncontrollably against his. You continue moaning his name while he pounds into you a few more times before swearing loudly and exploding inside of you. You both stay like that, the muscles in your bodies tight and locked into position as your cries and whines soften and then subside. Soon, there is nothing but the ragged sound of your heavy breathing, and you feel him start to soften and pull out.

You both collapse onto the floor on your backs, chests heaving and shiny with sweat. When you look over at Five, you smile and then start laughing breathily.

“What’s so funny?” he smirks, turning his head to the side to look at you while he reaches down to pull up his pants.

You begin to pull up your own as you grin back at him. “You. If I had known all I needed to do to get your attention was stick my ass in your face, I would have done that weeks ago.”

Five chuckles and moves over next to you, propping his head up with one hand. He pushes a damp piece of hair off your face. “It definitely doesn’t hurt for you to do that, and I will always pay attention when that luscious ass is in my face. But I should have listened to you before. I’m sorry if you’ve felt ignored.”

“I just like spending time with you. I don’t mind you going off and doing whatever it is you do in there, but maybe sometimes include me too? You don’t have to shut me out of everything.”

He nods. “You’re right. And like I said, I promise I will stop from here on out.”

He leans down and kisses you while you run a hand through his soft hair. “I’m not sure why or how I love you as much as I do,” you sigh.

“Me either. But, god, am I glad you do.”

#number five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #number five smut #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x you #number five x you #five x reader #reader insert #five hargreeves smut #smut #fanfiction #the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreeves #number five #number five fanfic #tua fanfic #umbrella academy #requests open #one shot

[psurecool]

Sooo i was thinking about writing Five x Hargreeves siblings one-shots.

You know, really angsty and cruel ones towards Five. I know that a lot of similar one-shots has been out, so i thought about you guys giving me some original (and bloody) plots you would like to read?

Literally anything you desire lol we are weird people we all like psycho things right?

#first post #the umbrela academy #five hargreeves #tua fandom #tua #five tua #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #one shots #umbrella academy #five hargreeves angst #angst #give me ideas #hargreeves family #reginald hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #number five #tua season 3 #hargreeves siblings #tua five #aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy

[madlixxxx]

MADSTERLIST / REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

MY FICS

Outlander :

"Rejoins-moi sur Craigh Na Dun" French version

- Introduction

- Chapitre 1 : Arrive bientôt...

“Join me on Craigh Na Dun” English version

- Introduction : Coming soon...

- Chapter 1 : Coming soon...

Umbrella Academy :

"La fille aux talons aiguilles" French version

- Introduction : Arrive bientôt...

- Chapitre 1 : Arrive bientôt...

“The girl in the stilettos“ English version

- Introduction : Coming soon...

- Chapter 1 : Coming soon...

The Last Of Us :

"The Last Of Us : Tome 1" French version

- Introduction : Arrive bientôt...

“The Last Of Us : Volume 1″ English version

- Introduction : Coming soon...

MASTERLIST REQUESTS/IMAGINES

Umbrella Academy :

- Luther Hargreeves

Nothing here…

- Diego Hargreeves

Nothing here…

- Klaus Hargreeves

Nothing here…

- Five Hargreeves

🝮 The Princess Of Books

- Ben Hargreeves

Nothing here…

- Viktor Hargreeves

Nothing here…

Stranger Things :

- Eddie Munson

Nothing here…

- Steve Harrington

Nothing here…

- Billy Hargrove

Nothing here…

- Nancy Wheeler

Nothing here…

- Robin Buckley

Nothing here…

- Jim Hopper

Nothing here…

- Max Mayfield

Nothing here…

Alice in Borderland :

- Chishiya Shuntaro

Nothing here…

- Arisu

Nothing here…

- Niragi

Nothing here…

Once upon a Time :

- Mr Gold

Nothing here…

- Killian Jones

Nothing here…

- Emma Swann

Nothing here…

- Regina Mills

Nothing here…

- Belle

Nothing here…

- Henry Mills

Nothing here…

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #stranger things #eddie munson #once upon a time #alice in borderland #séries #imagine #request #open #five hargreeves #masterlist #one shot #mr gold #chishiya shuntaro

[lovinggreeniehours]

🔎🩵🎧! (@comfortingstars)

hi haze!!!! :D

warning the tags are an earful of me gushing 😭 😭 don't mind that

🔎 for something f/o-related in my room (or something that makes me think about them)

okay im going with arifive because ive been waiting YEARS for an excuse to show these off 😭 😭

when they got married in the apocalypse, finding rings in the rubble was impractical, so they ended up with this instead :') they tied and cut the strings while saying their vows!! and yeah. i used to wear mine until we managed to get actual rings (temporary, because i intend to buy us better ones) because the string is loose and slides off often. now we leave them with my five funko pop hfdsfggdsdgh

🩵 for a fact about s/i

god oh god i haven't talked about tua s/i in so long,,,,,, um. he has regeneration powers! he's basically immortal 👍 due to time travel/multiverse mechanics being very complicated, i won't go into full detail explaining it. it's just that he isn't supposed to die. his power gives him the responsibility to be everpresent in every timeline to keep everything in order. not that he's aware of it (yet? season 4 hasn't come out yet, so we'll see)

🎧 for a song that reminds me of us

finally // beautiful stranger - halsey!!!!!!! <3333 the amount of times ive turned into mush from this song. it's them post-canon :')) with no apocalypse :') enjoying being together without any looming threats and just being married. finally hfdgjfdhhdfhj

#arifiveee....... my forever heart...............hhhh #i may not talk about them as often (just you wait until s4 drops good luck 😭) but there is One(1) gateway drug into my marriage #trope addiction and his name is also my name because we got married and i adore him and he's my everything and #*is shot* #no one make me talk about five until you're ready to hear me be Cringe cringe okay. like. I LOVE MY HUSBAND. SO MUCH. SO SO MUCH. THERE ARE #NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LIKE MY HUSBAND HE'S SO. SIGGHHHHHH <3 and he married meeee hwwwfhgweghdwfjdwfhgwfhgedhh ive suddenly turned #into a giggly mess i apologize lol #ari.asks #if i could never give you peace.♡ #s/i: arion hargreeves #haze.tag #1