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Losing Control

Five Hargreeves x Female OC, 6.2k words, one-shot

Summary: Five finds himself helping out his ex and driving her home one night. A lot of past feelings start to surface for both of them, leading to a very high-stakes moment that has Five wondering how much he's willing to let go to get what he wants

Warnings: Smut, blow jobs while driving, car sex

The call comes at 1:25am. I’m awake… I’m always awake. I glance at the screen that is rudely lighting up my apartment living room, that had previously only been lit by the dim glow of whatever shitty tv show was on. I guess I must have dozed off, because when I look at the tv, my eyes bleary, I can see it’s playing some asinine reality show. I certainly wasn’t watching that before.

I take too long to answer and the phone goes silent. I sit up and the empty tumbler that had housed my scotch earlier, rolls off my leg and onto the floor.

“Shit,” I mutter, leaning over to pick it up.

When I set it on the coffee table, the phone comes to life again. It’s a voicemail. I roll my eyes. It’s probably Klaus calling to tell me something that can’t possibly wait until morning, like a new idea for a can’t-fail business he’s cooking up with Ben. I sigh, combing my fingers through my hair and running my hand down my face.

Without looking to see who left the message, I tap the screen and lean back against the cushions of the couch to listen. The voice that blares forth into the quiet of the room is not Klaus’s.

At first, because I’m not expecting it, I don’t understand what I’m hearing. Then, after a second or two, it dawns on me.

“Hey, uh… it’s me.”

There’s a lot of noise in the background. People talking, laughing, yelling. Faintly there is thumping bass music.

“Sorry to call… it’s late I know… fuck this is embarrassing. Look, I lost my phone and all my money and as much as I hate to admit it, yours is the only number I have memorized, so…. “

There is another woman’s voice, sounding annoyed and probably drunk, bursting through. “Are you almost done?”

“Yes! Hang on!” There’s some shuffling noises. “Ok, so I’m at The Charming Oyster… remember where… of course you remember, what am I saying? Well, I’m here and I’m kind of stranded and you know I wouldn’t call you unless I absolutely had to, so if you can find it in that blackened heart of yours to come get me that would be great…” She swears under her breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Now you really won’t come. Fuck.”

The message ends.

I stare at the screen for a while. I swallow down a lump in my throat and bite at the inside of my cheek. How long has it been now? Five months? Six? I never thought she’d even talk to me again. I snort out a little laugh.

Well shit.

I think briefly about ignoring it altogether. It’s not my problem that she can’t function as a fully grown adult and figure out her way back home. This is exactly the type of shit I told her would happen. I’m sure there’s plenty of desperate guys at that bar who would be happy to give her a lift. Or something more.

It’s the something more that makes me change my mind.

I call the random number back and listen while it rings for a while. I think it’s going to go to voicemail, but then someone picks up. I can hear all of the same things in the background that were in her message.

“Hey! That’s mine!” someone yells, and it sounds like the other woman’s voice that I had heard. The drunk one.

“Shut up,” comes the other voice, the familiar one, and I immediately smile because how many times has she told me to shut up in that same exasperated tone? “Five?”

“Yeah,” I say, as nonchalantly as possible.

There’s an audible sigh of relief on the other end. “Thank you for–”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” I interrupt. “Try not to fucking wander off or get yourself kidnapped,” I tell her gruffly.

There is a long pause and I think she is going to start yelling at me, but instead she answers with a short “Sure.” I can almost hear her teeth grinding together as she manages to not tell me off.

This should be fun.

Before I go, I drink a glass of water and brush my teeth. I smell myself and it’s not great, so I take a quick shower and change my clothes. Not because I think anything is going to happen. I just don’t like looking like a bum, no matter where I’m going. Even if it is driving to a dive bar on the other side of town to pick up my ex-girlfriend in the middle of the night.

The shower cost me about ten minutes and I said twenty, and I know goddamn well she’ll give me shit if I’m later than that, so I haul ass through the city streets, ignoring a few stop signs at empty intersections as well as the posted speed limits.

On the way, I wonder if she’ll look the same or if she’s cut her hair or decided on a new look. The last time I saw her, her face was streaked with mascara as she cried and hurled insults at me.

That fight wasn’t anything new. It was always about the same thing. But it was special in that it was our last one. She had packed up her things and left and I haven’t seen or talked to her since. I hadn’t even bothered to try, honestly. Maybe I should have at least made an effort. But I had enough of arguing with her. I let her go.

I can still hear her accusations.

I am not yours to control

You can’t treat me this way

It’s insane

You’re insane

She wasn’t wrong.

So, I have a bit of a control issue. I know this because it’s been told to me by each and every one of my siblings, multiple times. And by her.

It’s not my fault I have trust issues and enough trauma to fill the fucking Grand Canyon. It’s not my fault I don’t know how to process things like a normal human being. Yeah, I can calculate the quantum mechanics required to travel through time just as easily as I can count to ten, but I don’t know how to be in a relationship with a real woman. And that is definitely not my fault.

I tried to ease up when she brought it to my attention. I really did try. I backed off for a while and things got better. But then she started doing stupid shit like going out at night alone or talking to strangers. She really lost her mind when she went out with a group of girlfriends one night and I followed her. She called me a psycho. That one kind of stung.

It wasn’t always bad, though. In the beginning it was good. Really, really good. So good I was terrified of fucking it up. Oh, the irony.

We met at a CIA work function that I was told by Derek I had to attend, the little shit. So I did attend, and I sat there in that crappy banquet room of our government’s finest bureaucratic basement, ignoring most everyone and counting down the minutes until it would be acceptable to leave. I usually pride myself on looking unapproachable, but she didn’t get that message.

“You’re Five Hargreeves, right?” she had said, sidling up to my table with a watered down drink in her hand.

“That’s the rumor,” I said with a smirk. Ok, so I was a little drunk.

She sat down next to me. No, not sat. Plopped. Right into the seat next to mine, her bare knee touching my leg. I openly stared at her tits, much to my chagrin. She tossed the rest of her drink back.

“Want to get out of here?” she had asked with a smile so mischievous and sexy that I will never forget it.

She hadn’t even told me her name yet.

The next hour was a blur. Stumbling blindly into my office. Lips bruised and bitten. Hair a mess. Quiet grunts and loud moans. Papers and files flying everywhere. Her skirt hiked up. My pants hitting the floor. That smile she flashed me before turning around and bending over my desk. I couldn’t believe my god damn luck.

When it was over and we were panting and sweating, she held out her hand to shake mine as she introduced herself.

“Lexi,” she had said breathlessly with a grin.

I took her hand and squeezed it. “Five. Nice to meet you.”

If I believed in love at first sight, that might have been it.

From there on out, we were together. She worked in accounting, which was on the opposite side of the building. But if she had stayed over the night before, I’d drive her to work in the morning or we’d meet for lunch in the cafeteria. We’d fuck in empty store rooms or in the car in the parking lot. Once we did it in Derek’s desk chair while he was out of the office as payback for him stealing my sandwich the day before. She thought it was funny. Derek not so much.

It wasn’t just the sex, though. We actually got along. I liked having her around. In fact, I liked it a little too much, apparently. About three months in was when my neuroses started to rear their ugly heads.

I hated not knowing where she was or what she was doing. I didn’t think she was running around on me, but I just wanted her with me. I got paranoid that something was going to happen to her if I wasn’t around. I needed to keep her safe. I’ve seen so many fucked up things in this world and I just couldn’t stand the thought of something bad happening to her. Or worse, me being the cause of it somehow. She accused me of being possessive.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point,” I had stupidly argued.

She put up with it for a while longer until she didn’t. I didn’t want to lose her, but she was the one that told me I was suffocating her. So I let her go.

Last I heard she had requested a transfer to one of the regional branches. She hasn’t talked to me since. Until tonight.

I pull my black sedan up to the curb outside the bar. Our bar. I try not to think about how many times we had too much to drink and made out heavily in the cab on the way home. Maybe a little more than making out.

I put the car in park and roll down the window. I see her, leaning up against the brick building. She’s looking down at the ground so she doesn’t see me. She looks good, unfortunately. Her dark brown hair is swept over one shoulder and it looks like maybe she had curled it earlier in the evening because it’s wavy when it’s usually straight. The dark green dress she has on is short and tight, and also very familiar. When we were together, it never stayed on her for very long.

The bar is closed now and it’s much quieter than when she had called me not that long ago. A few drunk stragglers walk past.

“Lex!” I yell and it feels so weird to say her name out loud again.

She looks up and sees me and she actually looks relieved, which is something I wasn’t expecting. She comes jogging barefoot up to the car, carrying her heels in her hand, and pokes her head in the window.

“Twenty-one minutes. You’re late.”

“Get in the damn car, Lexi.”

A tiny smile plays on her lips for a second before she opens the door and slides into the passenger seat. She avoids my eyes while she puts on her seat belt and I pull away, merging into the lane. We don’t speak for what is probably several seconds but feels like an eternity.

“Thanks for coming to get me,” she says quietly and I know it’s killing her to do so.

“You’re welcome,” I say stiffly.

There’s more silence.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, looking at her hands in her lap.

“It’s fine,” I say. “What the fuck happened anyway?”

She chews at her top lip, probably trying to decide if she should tell me the truth or not. But she knows I can read her like a book, so there’s not much point in lying.

She lets out a long sigh. “I was on a date.”

My chest immediately tightens and I have to tell myself not to say anything stupid. I’m sure she can read my body language, though. She was always good at that. I let her continue.

“It was a blind date. We met through one of those stupid dating sites, you know? Which was probably my first mistake,” she explains, and if she’s trying to make me feel better, it’s not working.

She clears her throat. “Anyway, I suggested we meet there…”

“Why there?” I ask, now clearly annoyed. My knuckles briefly turn white on the wheel, until I remind myself to relax them again.

At least she has the decency to look a little ashamed. “I don’t know. It was just the first place I thought of.” I don’t comment and let her go on. “God, this is so embarrassing… he robbed me.”

I almost laugh out loud, but I manage to hold it back. The shit-eating grin, on the other hand? Well, I can’t do anything about that. “Go on…” I tell her.

She bristles. “Of course you are loving this. Yeah, so he ended up stealing my purse when I wasn’t paying attention. Then he said he was going to the bathroom but instead he just fucking left, taking all my shit with him. Happy?”

“Immensely,” I say.

After another few seconds she makes a frustrated growling noise. “Just say it, Five. I know you want to.”

I shrug and look in the rear view mirror. “Say what?”

“You fucking know what. ‘I told you so.’”

I really do want to say that, she’s right. Instead, my smile fades and I glance over at her.

“Didn’t you tell anyone where you were going?”

She shakes her head slowly. “No.”

I grind my teeth together. “God damn it, Lexi.”

She puts her head in her hands and groans. “I know, I know… I was really stupid. And it serves me right. And I could have been killed or worse. And I should have listened to you. And why didn’t I listen to you? And if you had been with me, this never would have happened.”

She looks up at me. “Did I hit all the points?”

“All the main ones, yeah,” I answer.

“Well, rest assured I have learned my lesson. And you can also sleep easy knowing I am utterly humiliated.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Five, I went out on the first date I have had since we broke up; the guy robs me and leaves me stranded at a bar. I have to borrow a very drunk girl’s phone to call someone to come get me, and the only person’s number I know is yours. My ex-boyfriend that I haven’t talked to in months. I’d say that falls under the utter humiliation category, wouldn’t you?”

I don’t have a lot to say to that, except for one thing. “This was the first date you’ve been on since we broke up?”

“Shit,” she curses under her breath. “Yes, it was.”

“Huh… interesting.”

“God, Five, please don’t make this into a big deal.”

“I’m not making it into a big deal,” I protest. “I said it was interesting.”

Lexi disagrees. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m a big loser that can’t get a date. I’m sure you have been very busy moving on, considering there was practically a line of women back at the office that were just waiting to get their claws into you. I have no doubt you got right back up on the horse again.”

I shake my head, but I don’t look at her. “No. No horse.”

She waits a beat. “What do you mean?”

I have no idea why I’m telling her the truth, but I am. “I mean there was no horse to get back up on.”

“You haven’t… since we…”

“Nope.”

She pauses and I don’t look over but I can hear her smug smile. “Huh… interesting.”

I stop at a red light and meet her eyes. “Lex, ” I start to say, but then my voice catches in my throat and I stop. What is there to say?

Her eyes pass over my face and then my body. I do the same to her. I can’t help but notice the smooth skin of her thighs that aren’t covered by her skirt. I am hit with the visceral memory of those same thighs on either side of my head while she sat on my face.

This light is interminable and I am suddenly very aware of our proximity to one another. I swallow and it’s audible in the quiet of the car.

“It wasn’t all bad, was it?” she asks. She has leaned in closer to me and I can smell her perfume. The one that I couldn’t get out of my sheets for weeks no matter how many times I washed them.

“No. It wasn’t all bad,” I answer quietly, my gaze drifting to her mouth. Her lips, the ones that used to belong to me, are slightly parted and I am struck by a very intense urge to slide my tongue across and inside them.

When she rests her hand on my thigh, my leg reflexively jumps. She doesn’t move her hand.

“We had some good times,” she says, leaning in so close that her breath tickles my neck.

I nod, swallowing hard again. Why am I producing so much saliva? “Yeah, we did.”

Her hand slides to the inside of my thigh and I try very hard not to react to that, but it seems my dick has different ideas. She notices and smiles, brushing her lips over my cheek. I close my eyes for just a second, lost in the familiarity of her touch. I exhale a noticeably shaky breath.

“Remember that time in the car on the way home from the movies?” she purrs.

“I could live a thousand years and never forget that,” I tell her, sucking in a sharp breath. “It’s a miracle we didn’t crash and burn.”

Lexi makes a little noise of agreement, her lips still touching my cheek. “How about we try to cheat death again? For old times sake?”

“Fuck,” I breathe out and then there’s a loud honk from the car behind me and I jolt in my seat. Lexi giggles. I look at her, this time with a salacious grin. I don’t even say anything. I just floor it and the car takes off.

When she starts undoing my belt and her mouth grazes my neck, it’s almost over before it starts. I can’t exactly help it. It’s been a long time. Not to mention I know how very fucking good she is at this.

“Just stay off of bridges and away from sharp curves,” she tells me, her breath rushing down my shirt collar.

Luckily for both of us and probably other drivers, it’s late enough that there is hardly anyone else on the road. I grip the wheel tightly, already telling myself to focus. My backup plan, if I lose control, is that I will blink us both out of the car and (hopefully) onto some nice soft grass. But, I’m not anticipating having to resort to that. Control is kind of my thing.

I’m speeding, changing lanes without signaling to get around the odd car here and there, and the moonlight and street lights are filtering through the windows and flickering across her face and body. I can hear, rather than see, her increase in arousal as she unzips my fly and she tests the waters by shoving her hand firmly inside.

“I may have missed this more than the rest of you,” she says and I know she means it as a mild insult but I don’t really care.

“Trust me,” I say with a short, breathy laugh. “It missed you too.”

She laughs a little at that. Then I see her do a quick glance at the speedometer. Then she looks at me with another one of those killer smiles and her head disappears into my lap.

“Oh fuuuck,” I moan, trying not to let my eyes close.

When I feel her mouth on me, it’s like a tidal wave hits me, and all I can think about is how stupid I am that I let her get away. My foot skitters off the accelerator for a second and the car slows before it lurches ahead again when I correct myself.

There’s a laugh, causing a warmth to drift across my cock, that is doing nothing to help me think straight.

“Careful,” she says, taking a second to look up at me.

I can’t help it and I laugh out loud. “Sorry.”

She goes back to what she was doing, still smiling, and my teeth jut into my lower lip so hard I can taste blood. I take in a loud, stuttering, gasp of air and hold it for a few seconds before letting it out in a combination of a whine and a groan.

Did it always feel this good? Probably. I’ve just been so fucking touch starved and pent up for the last several months that I can’t remember.

“Lex…” I breathe out. I want to rest my hand in her hair, like I used to, but I’m afraid of taking it off the wheel.

She makes a little whimpering noise and I swear I’m going to crash this fucking car and I’m not even going to be sorry about it.

I look at the speedometer. 65mph. I don’t even know what the speed limit is right now. Probably not 65. The streets continue to be mostly devoid of cars and so far I haven’t hit any lights.

My head is filled with so many things right now. I’m overstimulated and confused as buildings and trees and sign posts whip past me in a blur. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins in a way I haven’t felt in a very long time. It’s like being high and it feels so fucking good.

Her lips tighten around my shaft as she goes down again, all the way, until she gags and has to let up. I can’t fight it and my eyes close for just a second. When I open them, the lights ahead abruptly change from yellow to red and the car comes to a screeching halt as I slam on the brakes at the last second.

I’m breathing hard, gripping the steering wheel like I’m going to rip it off the car, and she sits up. We stare at one another, panting. Her lips are swollen and her eyes are wide. Her hand is still on my dick and even though I almost just killed us, I am annoyed she stopped.

“Are you ok?” I ask between heaving breaths.

She nods. “Yeah. You?”

I smile. “All good.”

Lexi grins. “Shall I continue?”

“Only if you want to.”

Her tongue flicks out to lick at the corner of her mouth. She shrugs. “Ok.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. She’s practically swallowing me whole and I growl loudly.

“Sshhiitt,” I hiss between gritted teeth.

The light is green again. Luckily there is no one behind us, because I momentarily get the pedals mixed up and I press the brakes again and we don’t move. When my one remaining brain cell kicks back in and I put my foot on the gas, Lexi uses her tongue to swipe across the head of my cock. The car flies ahead and if one of these traffic cams doesn’t capture my license plate to send me a ticket in the mail, it will be a miracle.

It’s getting to be too much. She is not letting up, even for a second and I can barely focus on the road. The last time we did this, I was able to last until I found a random parking lot to turn into so I could come down her throat without becoming a tragic news story.

This time, I see a wide alley that looks like it’s used for deliveries to the building next to it. It’s empty now and I crank the wheel so hard to the right that the tires squeal and Lexi digs her fingers into my thigh.

I throw the car in park just as she is lifting her head to see what the fuck is going on. I don’t bother with an explanation. I undo my seat belt and then reach across to unfasten hers. I curse the fucking power seat adjuster as I impatiently wait for it to slide back. We don’t say anything. Once there is enough room, she is climbing over the console between us and onto my lap.

It’s not easy and there’s not a lot of room, but I know I don’t care and it doesn’t seem like she does either. She takes my face in her hands as she kisses me hard and frantically. My hands are under her skirt and inside her underwear, already fingering her. She gasps against my mouth and starts to grind against my hand.

“Five,” she breathes out between kisses.

“Let me fuck you,” I tell her and I hate that it comes out sounding desperate rather than demanding. She has a way of doing that to me. Always has.

Since my cock is already out and twitching just at the thought of being inside her again, I push aside her panties and she lowers herself down. As she does that, though, her ass hits the steering wheel and a loud horn honk echoes off the alley walls and makes us both jump.

She starts to giggle and I grin back at her. I know I don’t have to ask her permission or warn her in any way, because I can see she’s thinking the same thing, and I blink us into the backseat. There’s not a whole lot more room back there, but it’s better. She uses the short interruption to yank her underwear off before she’s climbing back onto my lap.

When she sinks herself down, engulfing me in one quick motion, we both groan loudly. The windows are already starting to steam up from all of our labored breathing and she kisses me again. I have one hand on her waist and the other in her hair.

“I missed this,” she tells me.

“I missed you,” I answer truthfully, against my better judgment.

She buries her face into the side of my neck as she starts to move on top of me. She is warm and tight around my dick, just like I remember, and all of those feelings start rising up again. I can smell her hair and feel her soft skin under my hands. Her lips press against my neck and my grip on her tightens.

“Five,” she whispers. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

“Baby,” I say because I know that drives her nuts. “Look at me.”

Just about the only time she ever listens to me is during sex and she meets my eyes with no hesitation. The lighting in the car is dim, but I can still make out the tiny specks of green in her otherwise soft gray eyes.

What started as a fun and casual blow job has now turned into something else and we are locked in to one another. It’s like no time has passed. She knows just how to move; slow and rhythmically, with her hips grinding down against mine as she undulates seductively, like a belly dancer. I tip my head back against the seat and close my eyes while she bruises my neck with her rough kisses. I draw my fingers down her spine and I wish I could feel her entire naked body against me again.

I open my eyes to look at her again. “Lex, I never meant–”

“I know,” she says breathlessly while continuing to fuck me slowly out of my mind. “I know.”

Her hands are in my hair and the sides of my face and her touch is maybe what I have missed the most. I let my eyes fall shut again and our kisses deepen. My cock is still buried inside her. When it’s obvious we are both giving into our feelings, she starts to quicken her pace. We’re breathing hard into one another’s mouths and I move my hands to her ass.

She’s pounding away on top of me now, whimpering and moaning, her fingers tangled in my hair and her eager mouth placing frantic kisses everywhere. My mouth, my jaw, my neck. All I can do is make guttural groaning noises and thrust my hips up to meet her.

The windows are fully fogged up and my senses are overwhelmed by the thick air and her scent and the weight of her body on mine. We’re so completely in sync and lost in one another that a bomb could go off right outside of this car and neither one of us would notice.

I let out some sort of weird noise that might have been a moan. “Lex… oh fuck,” I gasp.

She knows what she’s doing to me and I feel her smile against my neck. But she’s about to unravel, too. I know her too well. The sharp, high pitched breathing that almost sounds like she’s hiccuping. The desperate clutching at my shoulders. The incoherent cursing.

When she says my name it sounds like a sob.

I jerk my hips roughly up, at the same time that I push her down, driving my dick deeper inside.

“Tell me,” I rasp out and I know she knows what I want. Despite her not wanting me to control her, she has always been good about feeding my narcissistic tendencies in bed.

“No one can fuck me like you, Five,” she says. I grunt loudly as I thrust up into her again, making her cry out. I can feel her slick walls start to tighten. “Your cock was made for me.”

I can feel it. That familiar urge to claim and own her. To tell her she’s mine and no one else’s. I used to do that when I fucked her. I’d wait until she was so far gone she couldn’t argue with me and I’d tell her how I wanted to keep her with me all the time, just so I could see and hear her. It’s rising up, along with my impending orgasm, just waiting to be unleashed after being dormant for so long. But I don’t. Not this time.

“Shit… Lexi, honey… “ I pant, my fingers digging into the flesh of her perfect ass cheeks.

“Come inside me, Five,” she whispers next to my ear.

I do just that, spilling inside of her with a long, husky groan while I hold her down, tight against me, and she starts shuddering in my arms. She clings to me, her body pressed to mine and her pussy contracting around my cock, and I don’t want it to end. She kisses me again, softer this time, as her body slowly starts to become less rigid. We’re still spasming against one another, involuntarily, like we’re shivering from the cold, although we’re both burning hot.

I return her kiss, my hand lacing through her soft hair again. She settles into me, my dick still inside her, and our muscles relaxing. I don’t want to stop kissing her. I’m terrified that it will break whatever spell this is and things will go back to being broken.

She pulls away, but she doesn’t move off my lap. She stays straddling me, and gently pushes a piece of hair off my forehead. My hands slowly trace down her sides, taking in her curves, and rest on her hips again.

“I didn’t want to leave,” she tells me quietly.

“Then why did you?”

She doesn’t answer that because we both know why she did. Instead, she looks away. “You didn’t try to stop me.”

“I know.”

“Why not?”

I laugh bitterly. “Because for once I decided to listen to you. If I came after you, I’d just be proving your point.”

She thinks about this and she tilts her head. She runs her thumb softly over my lips and I kiss it.

“I don’t know if I can change, Lex,” I admit. “I think this might just be me.”

She nods. “I know, Five.”

“I’m sorry,” I say and I truly am.

“I don’t want you to be sorry. You’re just built the way you are and it’s not wrong. It’s just you.” She pauses. “And right or wrong… I’m in love with you, Five.”

I’m at a loss for words, which never happens to me. Even when we were together, we never got to the ‘I love you’ stage. It was close and generally implied, but neither of us ever said it out loud. Hearing it now makes me realize how stupid that was. What had I been waiting for?

“I’m in love with you, too, Lexi,” I say sincerely, stroking her cheek gently. “Is that enough, though?”

She nods with a small and kind of sad smile. “I think so. Maybe.”

“I can’t make any promises, but I will try. I’ll try harder this time.”

“I’m going to try, too. I wasn’t entirely fair to you before. It’s a two way street and sometimes I let my stubbornness get in the way of me seeing that.”

She leans in to kiss me again and I trace a finger down her jawline. I feel like something has been stitched up inside me. Like I’m not quite fixed but there’s no longer a gaping hole.

I rest my forehead against hers and all I want to do is hold her. But we can’t stay in this alleyway forever. “Come home with me?” I whisper.

Lexi smiles. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

After we clean ourselves up as best we can and I get my pants zipped back up, we climb back into the front seats. Lexi grins over at me, holding her underpants up by one finger. She slips it over the gearshift with a laugh.

“There you go. A nice little decoration for you.”

I chuckle. “Makes me look like a major player. I like it.”

As I pull out onto the main street again, I look over at her. “Hey, that guy tonight… the one that took your purse… you know his name?”

“Well, yeah I know his name. It was supposed to be a date.” She pauses. “Now that I think about it, though, I bet he used a fake one. Asshole.”

I nod thoughtfully. “Want to get your shit back?”

“That would be nice, but I have no idea where he lives or anything. I just have a face from the dating app.”

I give her a sideways glance and roll my eyes. “You realize we just might have access to that kind of information?”

She gasps dramatically while smiling. “Five Hargreeves! Are you suggesting we break into the CIA and illegally obtain information?”

I frown. “It’s not breaking in if you have full clearance. Not to mention I have a very handy mode of entering undetected.”

Lexi giggles. “I would really like to get my phone and ID back. Plus I really liked that purse.”

“Good. We’ll swing by the office and then we’ll get this bastard.”

“Oh shit, you’re going to kick his ass, aren’t you?”

I shrug, not really wanting to commit to an answer right now. She just grins and leans in to kiss me on the cheek.

When we arrive at headquarters and security lets us into the lot, I park and then blink us both into my office. It’s quiet and there’s no one around. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling up all sorts of dirt on this guy. Including his address and current employer. If I really wanted to make this guy’s life a living hell, it would be so easy. But I might just settle for a good old-fashioned punch to the throat. We’ll see how I feel.

“Ready?” I ask.

Lexi nods. “Yeah, let’s go.”

We head out into the hallway and I stop, turning to face her with an evil grin.

“What?” she asks.

“I just remembered. Derek borrowed my favorite pen yesterday and never gave it back.”

She returns my look with a gleeful smile, catching on right away. “Well, then I think we should stop by his office. Have a look for it. Maybe on his desk?”

I pull her in for a kiss while we both laugh at our brilliant plan. As it quickly turns heated, it dawns on me that I should be thanking that guy that stole her purse. Maybe I will, after I kick his ass. But right now I have more important things to think about, and I blink us both into Derek’s office.

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little-forest-goblin · 18 days ago

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Lmao thank you! im so glad you liked the story! im glad i can entertain you! it always makes me so happy to see people liking the stories! ❤️ 🥰

Ummh excuse me IM GONNA NEED MORE SUB FIVE CONTENT PRETTY PLEASE

Oooo im on my way my friend. Sub five content coming right up. Enjoy the show. ❤️ (Also sorry for the long wait my friend i had rewrite it cause the first darft was SHITTY. I hope you enjoy this!)

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Control

Warnings: Sub five, Bondage/binding, Teasing, Edging, Riding, mistress usage, Don reader, Degrading, Creampie, Aftercare, and words of affirmation

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Five had married you years ago. Those were the happiest days of you and his life. But being a man who showed confidence and a protective personality he still hid his own insecurities.

Any insult thrown at him would be thrown at the perpetrator tenfold devastating their egos like it was fine china glass. That being said, he sometimes felt like an inadequate husband to you. He felt like no matter what he did or no matter how much you told him it was enough it just wasn't.

His brain liked to fuck with him a lot. After years and years of being alone and being traumatized and being made into a killer your brain really fucks with you in whatever horrific way it can think of. Hell sometimes he didn't even know how you ended up loving him. He was a pain in the ass when you and him first met. but you loved him through it all and he is eternally grateful.

Five got off another day of work at the CIA building. Today was particularly stressful. His shoulders were tense and his brows furrowed. He, for a few weeks now, has had to lead a particularly difficult case. He was okay with keading cause it meant things would go his way but…it stressed him out. Sometimes he didn't want to lead. He didn't want to always have to be in control of things. Sometimes he wanted to let go.

And that's where you come into play. Literally.

Currently five was kneeled before you as you sat in an armchair you and he had in the bedroom. He was naked with his hard cock protruding from between his legs standing so very pretty. He was kissing up your leg to your knee and thigh. Scars littered his body from a hard life of work and fighting.

his eyes held submission as he opened his eyes looking up at you as you pet his head. You pulled back his hair to get a better look at his eyes. They were a soft green but darkened slightly with lust.

He spoke up, not being able to stay silent anymore with all this anticipation. “Mistress, i need you so badly” he had said this with half of his words as a whine.

you tightened your hand in his hair pulling his head back gently making him gasp “Didn't i tell you you need to be patient? Hm? half the fun is the build up isn't it?” you said with a teasing lull of your voice.

this made five desperate “Please mistress i can't do this. I need you now” he looked at you desperately. You looked into his eyes and you could see the absolute seriousness within them.

“Please, y/n” he begged

you knew it was serious you nodded “Get on the bed”

he scrambled to the bed and went and sat against the headboard. You went to the end of the sides and began to lock his wrists with a pair of soft handcuffs on either side of the board. You spoke as you did each side “You remember the color safeties right?”

he nodded eager to say them outloud. You needed him to say it though. Though you like being in control you want him to have a safe and fun experience. “You gotta say them back to me baby”

he swallowed and didn't say anything at first until you looked at him “We don't have to do this if you don't want” your hands moved to free him which he immediately yelled a no.

“No! i-i wanna do this!” he said eagerly. His little haze of eagerness unfogging for a minute so he can think straight. “Red means I am uncomfortable and want to stop. Yellow means i'm not sure let's talk about it or take it slow. Green means im all good and ready”

you smiled “Good boy, five” you leaned down kissing him which he returned. You and his lips melted together displaying love, trust and affection.

you pulled off and panted a little catching your breath. Once caught up you looked at him “Ready?”

he nodded and eagerly waited. He watched you as you unclipped your bra and pulled down your lacy underwear making his already hard cock leak precum. God you were beautiful.

you chuckled “someone is very happy” you chucked your items to the laundry basket. you crawled towards him on the bed coming to straddle him your pussy rubbing on his cock but never penetrating yet

he whined and mewled like a cat in heat. He arched up and his hands struggled with the cuffs to touch you. You knew he could blink out of them if he wanted to so there were no issues.

You grinded on his cock teasing him the whole time. Making him go crazy with the feeling of your wet heat. “p-please y/n i'll be the best boy ill be so good for you” he begged and whined

you chuckled and evilly grinded down harder making a choked moan come from him. He thrusted his hips up to get more but you pulled away making him frustratedly groan.

you laughed “Somebody mad they can't get what they want? To bad baby” you grinded down on him again making him gasp and arch up.

His cock throbbed with need. A specific vein making the grinding down almost difficult for you to not just let him enter and ride him like crazy.

After a while you yourself were wet as hell making a slick noise as you grinded on his cock. You edge him like that for a long time. Bringing him to the edge and never letting him fall. It was driving him nuts.

Eventually he couldn't take it and he blinked out of the cuffs making you gasp in surprise. He appeared behind you and grabbed you, flipping you over onto your back. His eyes are wild with need. His cock so hard and leaking came to your pussy teasing your entrance.

he panted and looked at you “p-please baby let me fuck you…i-i need you so bad…” he begged as he looked into your eyes. Even though he was on top he was still a submissive begging slut

you smirked and kissed him deeply. He didn't protest against it. He kissed back just as deeply. you pulled back and whispered in his ear “Fuck me”

with no protest he slid inside slowly making your back arch up. He whimpered and his head fell onto your shoulder as he started pumping in and out.

Your hand went into his hair as you moaned. His whimpers could be heard and his hands slid down your body holding your hips. “Oh god you feel so good, mistress. You’re so beautiful…i can't take it!”

you shushed him and pulled his head deeper into your neck as he planted reverent kisses and nips on it. He soothed them with licks.

his thrusts sped up slamming into you. He pulled away and his head fell back. He swore he saw stars “Oh god mistress please let me cum”

you reached up, taking his jaw and pulling him down to look at you, giving eye contact. “Don't you dare cum yet do you hear me? don't you dare”

his cock jumped inside you at the dominance. He let out a breathy moan “bu-“

You pushed him onto his back making him gasp. You began to ride him keeping eye contact as you pinned his hands on either side of his head “I thought i was in control huh? f-fuck!” your head fell back

he whined trying to move his hands to hold onto your waist but you kept them by his head. “i-im sorry mistress p-p-please- OH FUCK!” he screamed out when you swivel your hips with a deadly combination of slamming your hips down right after.

Your legs burned from how you were working them but that chase of pleasure was phenomenal. His back arched up, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth parting. “F-fuck i cant take it mistress please!”

you chuckled dark and evilly “You wanted to act like a slut your gonna get fucked like one. Now take it, bitch”

his moans became louder. He found it so hot when you degraded him by putting him in his place. He was always the one with smart quips and always being praised at work. Sure he loved your praise but sometimes he wanted to be told he was worthless for a little bit. Hurt his ego a little and then build him back up right after.

“p-please mistress i-ill be a good boy i-i promise! please let me cum!” he groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock making him shudder and raise his hips up to fuck into you.

you let out your own little moans. God he felt good. He always fills you nicely, always knowing exactly where and how you like it. you panted as you looked down at his hair in his face. Your tits bouncing in his face. It mesmerized him as he looked at them. “y-yeah you wanna cum you slut?”

he nodded desperately. He wasn't looking into your eyes as he nodded or said a word. He had to say it. You took his jaw turning his head to look into your eyes “What was that, whore?” you said with a slightly aggressive tone

he looked into your eyes with such submission pushing you closer to your own edge. “i-i wanna c-cum. I..i wanna cum inside you please please, mistress”

you groaned as your hold fell back at the feeling of your own orgasm coming closer. “Than fucking cum” you moved your hands to his chest

That was all he needed. He grabbed your hips helping move you, easing some pain in your legs. His hips slammed into you too. He chased his own pleasure along with yours.

your moans mingled in the room. Skin upon skin became the only music that got faster and faster till he started to stutter at the feeling of your clenching walls. He soon came inside you he whined and groaned like a puppy. He kept thrusting to get you there too. soon after you reached your own orgasm clenching him tightly milking him for what he was worth

as movement calmed you both still, panting and heavy breathing. Skin slightly slick with sweat and the room heavy with the smell of sex.

Five’s eyes were half lidded. He reached up, taking your body and bringing it closer to his own which you happily agreed to. You laid on him. Your weight comforting him.

for a while you laid there together before taking a shower or bath. you eventually broke the silence “I want you to know i don't think of you as a slut” you said quietly

he chuckled “You always are affirming me afterwards. You do know I know you don't think of me that way right?”

you nodded “Yes but i always want you to know i love and care about you”

he looked down at you and kissed you softly which you happily returned. He eventually pulled back but kept you and him forehead to forehead. “Thank you, y/n, my dear. I love you”

you smiled and took his hand intertwining fingers “I love you to, my love” you smiled up at him. You and him went to the bathroom after to clean up. You and him cuddled up in a bathtub. Your head buried in his shoulder as the warm soapy water washed away sweat and any tension. you and him stayed like that for a while wrapped in each other's love.

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Hi i hope you enjoyed my story! Sorry this took so long and dont worry more is on the way! please do not be afraid to request story ideas! i love you be safe out there 😘 💋

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little-forest-goblin · 19 days ago

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Be my baby!

Synopsis: Five moves into a new apartment. He has a neighbor that doesnt come out of her own apartment. Ever. What happens when he finally does?

(She doesnt ever leave the apartment because she has extreme agoraphobia)

Warnings: Agoraphobia, panic attacks, fear, alcoholism, PTSD, Mommy issues, Reader had been abused as a child and tooth rotting fluff

This took me forever but i did! i hope you like it!

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After the family separated some time ago five didn't quite know what to do with himself. Hell half of his world revolved around his family and now that suddenly that was taken away what was he supposed to do? you can't exactly blame him. No apocalypse to solve. No family to yell at and take care of. None. He was by himself and away from chaos. It was a little weird but he got the hang of it a little bit.

He found work at the CIA where he spent his days looking over evidence, files and foreign issues. He had to admit though it was better than the commision. The commission was a lot of senseless work. He was one of the many assassins that worked at that hell hole. He sometimes lay awake at night wondering how many innocent people he killed because they were deemed a danger to the timeline. The very timeline that was doomed to be destroyed anyway? What was the point in the end?

Usually when the thoughts got too bad he drowned his sorrows in a bottle, drinking to forget. He never could though. He never could decide if it was better to forget the ones he killed entirely or remember them so they can live on.

Another day, another swig.

He did his best to hide the alcoholism that he has drowned himself in from the others. It was hard though. His flask he kept hidden has almost been spotted a couple hundred times. It seems like he has gotten into this perpetual hangover that never seems to leave him alone. He knows it's his own fault but is it better to have a headache than to remember the horrible things he’s seen and done? He’s thinking too much now. Another swig.

He crashed at a homeless shelter for a while. He didn’t exactly know where to go and he would rather die than go to reginald and get money from him in this new reginald infested world. He eventually swallowed his pride and got himself to a bank to check if this new timeline even had his mark down on it.

He stepped up to the bank clerk. It was an older lady who looked around his mental age. She was wrinkling and her hair greying from the years on this earth. her hands typed away at the keyboard doing god knows what.

the old lady looked up at him from her computer behind her glasses. Her nose slightly wrinkled at him “can i help you young man?”

he had to fight the urge to give off any form of aggression. He couldn’t exactly blame her. He looked like shit. He had left his CIA job because it reminded him too much of the commission but he also might have been sort of fired after the CIA director saw his flask and noticed he reeked of alcohol a lot.

He doesnt wanna get into it.

“Yes, I'd like to check if I have an account” he said with a sort of forced voice of kindness.

the lady looked him up and down before fixed her glasses looking at her computer “Name” she said rather annoyed

his eye twitched “Five hargreeves” his voice a little on edge

she typed away on her computer “I see you do have an account. Money has been given to you from your father reginald hargreeves”

Five was kind of surprised the old man even gave him some money to work with. Then again he was surprised at a lot of things Reginald did.

He left that bank and started heading to the shitty motel he was staying in. He has been staying in a motel after he went behind on rent and got evicted.

When he got the motel he asked around about a library where he could possibly go to use the computers to look at apartments and possibly a new job.

~Timeskip~

a month later five had found an empty shop for sale that used to be a flower shop on the corner but went out of business after the old woman who worked there died and her daughter who had absolutely no passion for flowers couldn't keep the business afloat. Five had decided to make that place and make it into a coffee shop making good coffee.

He did this because he wanted no part in crime, death, or saving the world hundredth time over. He just wanted his retirement like he deserved. He made his coffee shop with what money Reginald gave and was moved into an apartment and now was gonna live his life. His way.

Five walked down the apartment hallway carrying one of the boxes from the rental truck. He held his apartment key in his hand. He got to the door and put the box down and started unlocking the door. As he did that he heard a jingling sound. He paused and turned to the noise. What he saw was an apartment door slightly cracked open and a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark opening.

His went wide as he paused in slight fear. Jesus that is not fucking normal. He could tell that this person peeking through was a woman “Um…hello mi-”

The door slammed before he could head over, making him jump halfway out of his skin. He looked at the door oddly before he decided against it and brought the box inside. “Weird lady”

The days following up after that day he has been busy with unpacking but his mind would wander to the mysterious door. He has never seen the woman behind the door. It was strange to say the least.

He began to notice as days went by that she never leaves her home. She is just always there. People came to her house and left bags of groceries for her and that’s usually the only visitor she ever has.

Five laid down to sleep on the couch after a long day of unpacking his mind, rampant and curious about the woman a few doors down. His eyes closed and he drifted away to dreamland.

Your POV

You made your bed perfectly neat. Sheets smoothed out, blankets soft, clean and folded neatly. Pillows fluffed and lovely. Everything is perfect. After spending so much time in your apartment you knew how to do things perfectly like this. Though it would be useless in the long run

You looked at the window and saw the sun and sky and the clouds above. The grass was beautiful and green but…it all felt so closing in. Your breathing tripped as you saw the vast land. “Anything bad can happen” your mother's voice says deep inside your mind.

You swallowed as you looked out farther and saw one of the apartment parking lots. It had mazes of cars all from residents or people who worked around here, visitors or just people in general.

You let out a shuddering breath and closed the curtains blocking some of the sun and the rest of the world out until you heard a small crash outside and a male voice making you jump out of your skin and gasp.

you whipped around and slowly and cautiously headed to your front door. You pressed your ear against the door, listening. Outside the door you heard a man outside. This wasn't one of the regular voices you would hear outside. No, this voice was different.

“Ow son of a bitch! Who leaves a toy car out in a hallway?” the voice grumbled in annoyance and slight stinging pain

You knew who the car toy belonged to. It was one of Janice’s kids. Janice was a single mother who had 3 kids and lived a few doors down from you. Her kids liked to play out in the hall with their toys and they must’ve left one of their tiny toys outside for someone to step on or slip on. You knew it was usually an accident. Sometimes those kids forgot their toys. They were young, what did anyone expect?

You swallowed. You looked through the peephole but it was dirty from the outside and you couldn't see who was there. You realized the only way you were gonna get a look at this new stranger was if you cracked the door. Your stomach filled with dread. You had to hype yourself up a little. Until you heard keys outside and you knew the man was about to enter his apartment and you were gonna miss your chance. You made a split second decision and cracked the door, turning off your light so he couldn't possibly notice. You peeked at the man.

Good god he was…he was good looking for sure. He had an air of someone who has been through a lot. His chocolate brown hair was neatly combed and styled to stay out of his eyes but to look nice. His eyes…oh his eyes a striking green that could pierce your very soul. His facial features were strong but some of it was soft too. He looked a little weary.

He must’ve felt you staring cause he turned his head to you and his eyes locked. Your eyes widened and you froze, not exactly knowing what to do.

when you saw he tried to come closer you closed the door immediately not even fully comprehending what he was trying to say. Good god…that was close.

From that day on you always watched him out of curiosity. With shaking hands you cleaned the outside of the peephole to be able to get a look at him or outside you would open the curtain slightly to watch him.

Was it a little creepy? yes but it wasn't like you were taking photos of him like a freak.

Then that would really be a call for concern.

End of your POV

Five came home after a long day at the cafe. It was a bit busy today but quite a profitable day. Either way he needed a drink and not the coffee kind.

He got to his door and took his keys out, careful not to spill the chinese takeout, about to open it up when he saw a brown box on the ground. He put his keys in his mouth and picked it up looking at it. He doesn’t remember ordering anything and low and behold it had the name y/n l/n on it. Who the fuck was that?

He brought it inside and set it on his counter. He set the bag of takeout he bought today on the counter as well. As he began opening the styrofoam box of takeout and munching on the noodles he bought his eyes drifted to the brown cardboard box. He set down the styrofoam box and went over to the package and looked at it. Who was y/n l/n?

He hasn't got quite situated with everyone yet. He hasn't met everyone except for the single mother a door down from him and her kids…and their stabby toys.

He sighed and just set the box in a safe spot. He was gonna figure it out tomorrow. For now he had a drink and did his routine and headed to bed. That box will be a problem tomorrow.

Your POV

Oh god! PANIC! Fives had your package. What were you supposed to do? you cant go out there and retrieve it..well you could but you couldn't!

That box had some important papers from your job! You needed those to be done and sent to your job ASAP!

End of your pov.

The next day five had his coffee completely forgetting about the package. It was a Saturday so he could rest easy today. He turned on the television flipping to whatever shitty show was on. He eventually settled for a corny romance show. He sipped his coffee as he got some breakfast.

Though he didnt wanna fully admit it the show was pulling at his heart in a way he hated. He watched with a bit of an ache in his chest as the man held the woman he loved and they exchanged words or love.

He thought of Dolores a little bit. Though he knew she was inanimate and not really his wife and he has now settled down and worked through his mind he still can't help but harbor some wanting of companionship.

As he ate his breakfast he looked over and saw the brown package remembering how it laid against the wall near his door. He stood putting his finished plate in the sink and went to the package. He picked it up and sighed.

Another wild goose chases to figure out to whom the package belongs too. Here we go again.

He headed down the small flight of stairs and towards the Landlords office. He knocked.

The man inside called to him “Yeah?”

five stepped inside to the manager's office. He stepped towards the landlord's desk package in hand. The landlord's office had shelves filled with random books that made him look important, papers strewn on his desk, a filing cabinet behind said desk and pictures of family on the walls. Seems as though he has a small amount of inadequacy issues and was more than likely lonely.

The landlord himself was an older man with a big greying beard and wrinkles on his face. Five looked at that man and sort of saw himself but in a different universe were the wrinkles on his own older face wasn't because 45 years in an apocalypse and a few years in a commission from hell but from years of life's wears and tears.

“Excuse me this package showed up at my door and it's not mine and I need to know who it is” five said, sliding the package to the man.

The older man looked at five and then squinted his eyes at the package before putting his reading glasses on. “Let me see here…oh.”

Five eyebrows furrowed “Oh what?” he looked between the old man and the package.

the old man looked at five, his readers still perched on his nose. “This package belongs to y/n l/n”

Five's eyes twitched but he tried his best to not get snappy at the obvious statement just uttered “Yes i know that but what room is it? Can they come retrieve it?”

the old man landlord shook his head and took off his glasses rubbing his eyes before his gaze returned to five “Sadly no. She can not get this package”

five made another face of confusion “Why not? Its not gonna kill them to come down here”

the landlord set the package down “Son it basically would”

five leaned on the counter “What's that supposed to mean?”

the landlord sighed “She is a shut in son. She won't leave her room for anything. I'm sure you have heard of her from the neighbors.”

again five had not met all the neighbors. He was far too busy with the cafe that runs well serving coffee and selling pastries. Luckily he had someone else that was working on the pastries cause he had burned one to many the first time he ever tried.

the last time he tried making a pastry he ended up burning the whole batch and almost his cafe. The people were ushered out so the place could air out and be cleaned.

Five looked at the landlord “No i didnt know that she was a shut in” he had a feeling he knew what room. He looked at the old man and with a voice of curious uncertainty he asked “This shut in you say, y/n l/n? she doesnt perhaps live on the second floor right?”

The old man landlord set the package down, sliding it back towards five. “Yes she does actually”

five nodded he was pretty sure he knew who this was “And this…room…does it so happen to be the one at the end of the hall? near my room specifically”

the landlord slid his chair to his filing cabinet and looked through to find y/n l/ns and looked back to five “Yes it is actually”

five nodded and took the package “Thank you for your help” he made his way to the door

the landlord's brows furrowed “Hey wha-“ he was not able to finish his sentence as five closed the door quickly.

Five made his way down the hall to the stairs barreling up them to the second floor. He passed by all the doors and made it to your door. which little did he know you were practically having a heart attack behind it.

He knocked on the door a little too eagerly. He really wanted to know who was watching him behind this door.

End of fives POV

You shrieked and backed away from the door falling onto your ass. You were panicking not knowing what to do. You tried to gather yourself but you froze when you heard your handle being turned.

you gasped and scrambled and grabbed it trying to keep it from opening, having forgotten to lock it or it might have been jostled. But alas it was useless he was stronger than you and your door was opened.

you backed away from the door, frozen in place. Five looked at you with squinted eyes. He couldn't see you very well with the darkness of your apartment. He was about to speak when you bolted off down your hallway towards your bedroom.

He was frozen for a second before coming after you “hey!” he yelled after you as you barreled into your room. In hindsight this was probably the worst way to approach you but…you wouldn't have if you had any say.

you were backed into a corner as he tried to get closer trying to calm you down as you screamed for him to leave.

you threw objects at him that you could grasp “Get out! get out! why are you here!?”

for the most part he dodged the objects. “Hey hey! calm down! I just have your package mixed up! i-“ he made a strangled noise as a book hit him in the face and a pain shot through his nose. He felt a warm liquid and a coppery smell. His nose was bleeding a little.

You were about to hit him. “Okay, ma’am!” he grabbed both your wrists tight enough to label you incapacitated and yanked you forward a little into a ray of light that shined through a messed up blind in your window. It shined on your face and he saw you better.

you gasped as he pulled you forward making you closer to a human than you have been in years and especially to someone you have been watching for a long time. a slight redness in your cheeks catching.

His eyes widened a little at the sight of you before they softened slightly but were still up in guard "I'm not going to hurt you” he softly and slowly said “okay?”

you wordlessly looked up at him with a stunned look nodded

he nodded with you as if confirming what you said to himself “I am going to let go and if i do do you promise to chill out?”

you thought for a minute before nodding. Five nodded and slowly released your wrists. You backed up into the corner quickly to keep some distance

“hey, hey! remember im not gonna hurt you…calm down” he said softly and slowly again

you swallowed looking at this man “What are you doing in my house?”

he gently reached over and picked up your package that had been left at his door “This got mixed up”

your eyes widened “my package!”

he held them out to you and you cautiously reached out and grabbed it from him

everything was silent for a moment before you broke it “thank you” you avoided eye contact like the plague.

he smiled softly “Your welcome.”

a silence hung through the apartment before he was about to leave. Your hearts ped up at the prospect of him leaving and not in a good way. You spoke up before you could even think. “Wait!”

he turned back to you his eyes brow raised “What?”

…

“Would you like to have some tea?” you blurted out. Now you feel stupid.

~Timeskip~

That's how five ended up here sat in front of you with a teapot and teacups sat in front of you with a plate of cookies (or biscuits depending on where you come from).

He looked at you as you were huddled in your chair as if you were afraid but you seemed relaxed. Like it was a safety cocoon. He watched you pour the tea.

A silence hung as you poured your own tea and then sat the teapot down. Five looked at his tea. It was nice looking and more than likely not poisoned. he looked back up but jumped a little when he saw holding a little bowl with mini tongs with sugar cubes inside it

he relaxed and chuckled to himself “No im quite alright”

you furrowed your brows “The tea is strong i advise you take some”

he shook his head “No really”

you shrugged and set it down nearest to him. you used the tongs and put two cubes in yours knowing how strong the liquid was. It was dark in color and had an earthy smell to it. You often used the tea bags to rid of any of your under eye bags just like your grandma would.

Often you didn't care for it but for nostalgia purposes it put a smile on your face.

Five looked at you as you sipped your tea and then back at his cup before sipping his. He made a sputter. That was very earthy.

You chuckled as you sipped your tea as he reached for sugar.

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“mine tasted great” you decided to mention

“I know yours tastes great!” he halfheartedly and jokingly yelled

you laughed until you snorted a little “I told you it wasn't gonna taste good if you didn't put some sugar in!”

he plopped in a couple cubes “Yeah but i didnt think it would kill me!”

“It isn't killing you!”

“Yes it is!”

“It isn't like coffee! That's why it's called tea and coffee is called coffee! These are simple things!”

You laughed at this little conversation and that's when he noticed your laugh. It was nice. It was a little more free unlike most people who dull their laugh because they are afraid of snorting or think it's ugly. But you just didn't care. Free from the rule of embarrassment.

He sipped his tea “Much better”

it made you smile. It's been a very long time since you had company. For obvious reasons you knew why you didn't have company over. You didn’t exactly go out so what did you expect?

You and him had some amount of silence but slowly conversation began to pick up. It started with your home that was surprisingly cleaner than he thought it would be. You stayed in your home all the time so he thought it would be a hoarding house but there is only the natural clutter of a home that's being lived in. from there conversations picked up more and more and slowly you became more relaxed.

As you spoke to him about a funny story you had about a movie you enjoyed he had a burning question. When he was in your bedroom and he was trying to calm you down as you panicked. He had to know why there was so much fear in your eyes.

Yes he understood he broke into your home but the fear in your eyes looked different. He has been around long enough and he has seen many things and he has been around damaged people like himself before to know when something is deeper than it is.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked softly, cutting you off a little which made you furrow your brows.

“Oh sure” you said with a smile

“Why were you so scared?” he asked softly

you paused for a moment. Your teacup stops halfway between your lips. The memory flashing of five trying to calm you down as he came towards you but it kept wavering between reality and past. He kept morphing into your mother with a red angry face. You tried to grasp reality at that moment. Before he pulled you to him, making you look at him, really look at him. Your mothers face dissipated and you saw five’s kind eyes who were trying to make you quit panicking.

Five noticed your eyes dulling a little he internally panicked for a minute. “You don’t have to tell me” he said softly

you shook your head discarding the memory “No no its alright. I don't wish to talk about it. It just…brought bad memories is all”

he nodded before picking up his cup and sipping the tea. A silence hung over them before he looked over at the plate of cookies (or biscuits) “Did you make those?” he asked

you looked over “hm? oh those? Yes, I did. Freshly made.”

he made a face of curiosity “may i?”

you nodded “Of course. What did I set them out for? My health?”

he chuckled and picked one up. They were pink in color and soft. They smelled faintly of strawberry and had a nice thin layer of white frosting on the top.

he bit into it and he swore he bit into heaven. He made a sort of moan of delight “Oh man…that's good. What is it?”

you smiled, your face lighting up. A compliment for baking from someone else? that made your heart feel warm in a way it hasn't before “Strawberry cheesecake cookie! It's a personal favorite of mine. I know how to bake plenty more cookies” you smiled sweetly

he swore his cheeks reddened at sight of your blushing face. You were all embarrassed with the fact the handsome man across from you had paid a compliment. He swallowed the next bite he had taken and he cleared his throat looking away for a minute.

You looked away too. You pulled yourself together “M-more tea?” you mentally cursed at your stutter

“Yes yes please” he had to quickly said

At the end of day he had to go home to his apartment. He went to the door “Thank you for having me. Sorry about uh…earlier.”

you made a little joking pfft sound and waved it off “Water under the bridge now”

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. He opened the door to leave. As he left and said goodbye he noticed you stepped back from the door as it opened. Your face holds a slight discomfort when looking outside.

he shrugged it off thinking maybe he was a little loony and went to his apartment door. He took his keys out and unlocked his door and pushed it open but not without taking a glance at your door. He smiled softly at your closed door and walked into his home gently closing the door.

You were smiling ear to ear and your heart raced as you thought of the time you had. You were cleaning up the mess you and he made at the table. You felt like you were on cloud 9.

Timeskip

You had been so happy to have someone in your home after having had little to no contact with human beings but you were pretty sure you were never going to have that again. Until you heard a knock on the door

you went to open it a crack and there five stood. He had slight red on his cheeks and was holding a pastry box from his coffee place. Inside had double chocolate muffins inside, one of his best sellers from the baker.

you went wide eyed and opened it letting him in.

he smiled “I thought you’d like one”

your heart soared

From then on he would come and visit all the time when he got the chance to. You and him even exchanged numbers to talk. As you and he talked you and his friendship grew and as the friendship grew, it started to become more.

You were getting giddy everytime he came by or even texted. He started looking at his phone every few minutes wondering if you texted back or asked him to come over.

You and him talked about movies and music and media and all that but despite all that he wondered what your past was. What was it when you fell asleep during movies and woke up gasping, what made you keep your blinds closed so tightly, what caused your Agoraphobia.

this will come to light.

He came to your house one day cause you and him were going to try baking today. Well he was being taught more like it.

You and him were in the kitchen laughing, throwing flour at each other. You and him eventually had to clean up. He let you go shower first.

He walked around your apartment looking at all the things. He went to a small hallway table that was oddly bare. He never did notice that at first. He looked to the door where the bathroom was hearing the water going

he swallowed softly just thinking of you. Your body under the water the soap cascading. God why now. He looked back at the table trying to get rid of the thoughts and opened the drawer just out of curiosity. Inside was the usual. batteries, random opened mail, old car keys.

He chuckled seeing the old car keys considering that you just never went outside. He moved it around until he came upon colg glass of a picture frame. His brows furrrowed and he took it out and looked at it. It was of an older woman with a scowl and a young you who looked sad. His brows furrowed nd before he could think any fuether he heard you call to him

“Five!” you called to him from the bathroom. The water had been turned off and only faint dripping was heard.

he yelled to you “Yeah!?” he quickly put the photo back. “Whats up?”

“Can you get me a towel? I forgot to grab mine. They are in my closet!”

he smiled “Alright ill grab it!”

he made his way into your bedroom. He went to your closet and opened it his eyes widened at the mess. Dear god it was horrible in here! He searched for the towel until he came upon a duffel bag. His eyes kept training onto it despite knowing he should get the towel and go.

He found the towel but curiousity got the best of him. He set the towel down and opened the duffel. Inside he saw old items. The smell of dust and nostalgia hit his nose. Inside he saw an old plushie, a blanket and a journal as well. The journal was old but kept in good condition. It had a few stickers on it

He opened it up and realized it was a journal from when you were little. As he read page after page his face slowly began to drop. His heart sinking to his stomach as he kneeled there reading your childhood journal.

Your POV

You were wondering what was taking him so long to get you that towel. You eventually just stepped out of the tub. You searched for a towel and low and behold lucky you it was under your sink. You smiled.

You walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel “Hey five its okay you dont gotta get me the to-“

your eyes widened seeing the open journal in his hand. His eyes are going to you immediately. His eyes are soft, almost in pain from what he read has happened to you.

Years of suffering written by little you and documented onto paper. Years of physical harm and brainwashing documented onto paper.

you swallowed you felt dread boil within. You didnt expect him to look through your journal like that. “Five what the fuck!”

fives eyes went from soft to panic. He closed the journal “y/n im sorry i-“

“you don't just go snooping around in my stuff! I don't care how long we have been friends, you don't do that!”

five stuttered for a minute trying to find the right words to say and fix this

“Get out five!” you felt betrayed and hurt and so embarrassed and ashamed.

fives eyes widened “y-you dont mean that.”

“I do…get out”

five swallowed and set your journal down and silently walked out. The door closed behind him and you broke down. your eyes closed and tears fell. Sobs wracked your body.

For the next few days you felt alone again. You felt to much shame to actually talk to him about this and so much anger at the fact he looked through your stuff.

you felt ahame for what has happened to you in the past. You knew you didnt have to but something about it made you just…feel so much. You didnt like how much you had to feel in this moment.

Multiple days went by and you constantly checked the texts determining wether if you should or shouldnt. At one point you looked at his messages and you began to just bawl.

The apartment was to quiet now and not filled with laughter. Your heart was hurting being away from him. You have grown so close to him. He was your only friend.

In five’s apartment he wasn't doing any better either. He wanted to go to you and all he needed was a simple green light to get to you. One word and he would be there. He…needed you. He didnt have much in this world other than his family. He wanted someone close to him. You were that woman.

Five came out of his apartment deciding that he wanted to go for a walk to clear his mind until he heard your sobs. His mind went on alert and he went to your door knocking frantically “Y/n?!”

nothing.

he knocked frantically again “Y/n?!” he yelled louder his heart hurting and pounding rapidly. When he got nothing back but your sobs he reeled back and kicked the door in.

the door slammed against the wall and you screamed as he did it. You cried hard. You couldnt handle the lonlieness between these walls anymore. The fear and the memories of the past that helped confine you to this space. “Leave me alone!!! Leave me alone!!!”

five swallowed seeing you in this state. Your journal open halfway through. You had been looking back and were now breaking down. Your living conditions were just a factor to the breakdown.

Five rushed over and tried to pull your hands away from your eyes “Y/n! Stop please!”

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face as gut wrenching sobs came from you. “Why would you wanna look at me!! Im just some shut in freak who cant handle even looking out the window!!” you tried to rip your hands and wrists from his grip

five struggled to try to get you to look at him “Y/n! Please look at me!! Look at me damn it! You're not a freak! I get it the worlds scary bu-“

he couldn't get through to you like this. You were breaking down right in front of him and it was painful to watch as you sobbed your pain into the world. His heart clenched. as you tried to rip your hands and wrists away again five quickly moved your wrists away and pulled you close forcing you to look at him.

your sobs gently caught tears still streaming down your face. Yiur struggle having stopped

His eyes were soft “y/n…i dont think of you as a freak. You have been hurt, badly hurt. None of this is your fault. It's okay y/n. Im right here”

you looked at him his words sinking in. Your head going into his neck as you cried. His hands gently guiding your arms around him and his arms going around you and his hand into your hair gently massaging “I know, baby. I know.”

~Timeskip~

you had fallen asleep in his arms and he gently brought you to your bedroom and laid you down. He saw the duffel bag open and your journal. He picked up the duffel and the journal, storing it away in the closet. Storing away what caused your memories of pain.

he was gonna walk out the bedroom to get water but he heard your voice tiredly say “Dont leave me, five. Stay in my home with me”

he smiled “Im not leaving you. Im right here” he took your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb until you were back to sleep.

He went to get water and that's when he noticed something he doesn't ever remember. He saw that you had a balcony that you blocked off with a large blanket like it was a window.

he got an idea.

When you awoke you found five sitting by your bed. “Five?” you groggily said while sitting up.

he smiled and took your hand “Good morning” his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“You actually stayed” you said a little shocked

he chuckled “Of course i stayed”

After you got a little bit cleaned up he led you down the hall of your apartment room "Five why are you leading me? What did you do?” nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach

he chuckled at all your questions and nervousness “Just trust me” he led you into the living room where the blanket was pulled down and the light shined inside and showed the outside world. The beauty of the sun and the green grass. The door to the balcony was open.

You gasped and ripped away and hid behind a wall. You hyperventilated. Outside is where the bad was. You could hear your mothers voice telling you all about the bad that happens outside and why staying inside is a good thing.

Five followed and looked at you with concern. His eyes softened and he came to you and put his hand on your cheek “I know…it's scary…but you have to stop letting her rule your everyday life. She ruled it when you were younger. Do you qant her to just continue? I just want to help you”

you looked at him. You could see all the care and concern. The desire to help and..something more. You swallowed gently peeking over the wall at the balcony where the outside world lay in waiting.

Fives hand slid to your own and gently grasped it and he slowly and carefully began to lead you till you were at the threshold. The warmth of the sun only slightly beats onto your skin, not enough until you cross the threshold. Nervousness pounded in your stomach and body. You looked at five and he looked at you. He gently tugged you

“Come on. Its okay.” he gently said

you swallowed and closed your eyes crossing the threshold into unmarked territory. you felt the warmth of the sun beat onto you and a slight breeze and the smell of fresh plants and the song of birds so clearly.

five laughed softly until it became loud “You did it! Open your eyes y/n!! You did it!”

your eyes slowly opened and you looked out at the world beyond the four walls you confined yourself. You saw beauty in nature and in the world around. Your mother has been proven wrong. Something bad wasn't just gonna happen if you stepped outside.

Five laughed and hugged you tightly as you stared with wide eyes “i did…” you quietly said

From that day forward little by little you were exposed to the outside world. Everyday you and five were stronger and closer. Your heart flew when he was near and his heart thumped like a band when he was with you.

The outside world was so beautiful and wonderful. The grass, the plants, the sun. It was something you wish you looked at earlier instead of letting fear take over your find and destroy your happiness.

On a bright sunny day he was going to finally get you to step outside into pure grass and flowers and look at the bushes for bugs and birds and show you wonderous nature things but the second you tried to step out the door one of the people from inside shoved her out the way far to hard knocking her down

you looked shocked “Hey!?”

The guy who was walking to his car stopped and turned, giving you an ugly sneer on his old angry face. “Watch what you're doing next time, Bitch.”

Your face dropped into shock. You haven't exactly had to deal with these types of people.

Five's body flew into a protective rage. He saw your face and his heart hurt and how disheartened you were. He flew into a rage and approached the guy “The fuck is your problem!? maybe an excuse would've been nice at the very least! You sont have to fucking shove someone because you feel entitled!!”

The man and five began to argue and fight. Your breathing picked up as the world around you morphed. It morphed and so did five and the rude man. You saw your dad and mom. They were fighting. You remember huddling in the corner as they screamed and threw things at each other and hurt each other.

Your hands began to shake. When five turned to you it wasn't five it was your mothers. You gasped your heart in fear and your face paling. You picked yourself up and ran back to safety. You barreled up the stairs.

Five pushed the guy away and ran after you calling your name. Your heart thumped in your ears and fear made you sick to your stomach.

He almost got you but you got into your apartment and slammed the door and locked it. You were shaking so bad. Your eyes wide and bugged out. you slid to sit on the floor head between your hands trying to block the noise as five knocked on the door.

He knocked over and over again “Y/n come out please! Please, it's gonna be alright! I'm sorry I didn't mean to fight. It's okay whatever you see is not real!”

but his words were futile. The knocking was too loud and almost sounded like banging. His voice wasn't his own; it was distorted and overlapped with your mothers words that juxtaposed his.

you tried to block it out, tears streaming down your face until something bubbled up inside and you just…screamed. loud, scared, terror, bloodcurdling, relief feeling.

Five's body froze as he heard you scream. He thought maybe you might hurt yourself or might have already done it.

You sat frozen looking at the wall. As five broke in, kicking the door in so he can be with you.

Once the door broke he was quickly on the floor in front of you taking your head in his hands babbling apologies over and over. He held you close his hand in your hair “Im sorry…im so sorry i shouldnt have gotten into that fight…i should’ve known”

you shook your head as you hugged back “No…its okay. I think it just all became too overwhelming. You're okay… im…”

you realized something you haven't said to yourself in a while. “Im…im okay”

five smiled softly “Good” he whispered and held you closely his heart syncing with yours

A few days go by and you haven't left the apartment. To be honest you just felt embarrassed by what happened and a little bit ashamed. You knew you shouldn't have to but you did.

five texted you the whole time trying to get you to come out but…you just couldn't after that.

Until one day you heard him calling your name and it wasn't from the front door. It was from the balcony. Your eye brows creased. He does know there's a thing called a front door right?”

you went to the balcony and opened it up and stepped out onto it albeit a little cautiously like something was gonna jump out. you looked around until you saw down below five was there with a bouquet of flowers and a ring?

“Five what are you doing?” you smiled softly, your cheeks going into a blush.

He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes lit with joy seeing you and something in his eyes you can now pin as love. “Y/n, i love you. I have for a very long time. I want you to be my girlfriend. Be my baby!”

your heart quickened surely this was a dream right. He wouldn't want to be with you right? Something damaged and scarred “Are you…are you sure?”

he smiled softly “More than sure”

your breathing picked up but this time it wasn't because you were scared. No, it's because something good was gonna happen and it was happening outside. Your brain clicked and you rushed out the door. You barreled down the hall and barreled down the stairs passing by the landlord who looked confused and shocked.

You pushed open the door that led to the back of the building where the balconies would be. There five stood he opened his arms and you ran right into it “I love you too five”

he smiled and enclosed his arms and looked sown at you. “You mean that?”

you smiled “I mean it” your eyes fell to his lips and back to his eyes. You knew this was bold and something you haven't done before but you kissed him. You kissed him tenderly, your lips moving with his. He was shocked before he melted into the feeling that just felt so right.

his hand came to the back of your head and he smiled into the kiss. He wanted to rewrite your scars, he wanted to be your one and only, he wanted to hold you tight, he wanted to be there when you needed him most. You wanted to do that exact same for him. You wanted to get better for iim, love him like he loved you, be his one and only, you wanted to be in his arms and hold him in your own.

You and him broke the kiss and his forehead laid onto yours as the sun beat down on both of you “I love you y/n. Dont ever think i dont”

you smiled “I love you to, five. I always will. Thank you for staying with me through it all”

he smiled love and care laced in his look “Dont thank me. Don't thank me for something that should be done in the first place. Staying with you through it all is the bare minimum. I will show you more than the bare minimum in this lifetime. I will bring you happiness.

you smiled “and i will do the same for you” you kissed him again which he this time happily reciprocated

Eventually you worked at the bakery with him replacing the other baker who was not fired but in fact got a job at a high end bakery. Love was put in the baked goods and time and energy too just like you and his relationship. You wore that promise ring on your finger everyday without fail and five had one matching yours on his.

You and him, even through the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the good times and bad times, stayed together wrapped in each other's love, comfort and harmony. You and him proved everyone who has had a lover leave them over the small thing absolutely stupid and proved love can and shall perceiver

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Hey guys! Sorry this took a long time. I have bedn working on this story for a long time. Also I procrastinated a little! My bad yall! But dont worry cause now i can work on some other stories sent to me by request and i can finally do the ones from the pole! Thank you guys for sticking by! I love you to be safe out there! 😘 💋

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little-forest-goblin · 21 days ago

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I think im going feral cause look at this man in his god damn suit! Im going fucking feral! somebody get a kennel!!! Im not okay!!!! PLEASE!!! i dont think i have ever made a proper appreciation post but GOD DAMN!! I am a slut for this man. Please for the love of god somebody save me (don’t save me actually i’m good right here or wherever this man is)

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #tua #number five #tua s4 #umbrella acedmy #i am a slut for this man #please somebody help me #He is so fine!!

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little-forest-goblin · 22 days ago

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The fact that this technically would’ve been cannon makes this one hundred times better. This also gave me an idea.

Going off a conversation I had with @fivewantscoffee, it would be so hilarious if Five were the World's Worst Driver.

He's just blind with road rage all of the time. He disobeys traffic laws, speeds, jumps curbs, cuts people off, screams at people out the window telling them they are idiots (he's the one in the wrong), parks illegally, just wreaks absolute havoc on the road.

He has a glove box full of tickets that he has absolutely no intent of paying (cops are idiots too).

He does all of this one-handed with a cup of coffee in the other, singing along to whatever old man song is on the radio.

He has no idea why no one ever wants to ride with him.

#worlds worst driver #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua headcanons #number five

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little-forest-goblin · 27 days ago

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Hi! I just want to step in your blog and say that I really appreciate you and for your works especially umbrella academy. I noticed how the fandom kind of died down after the finale and “that” relationship that happened. I gotta admit, I lose my motivation to even watch the s4 because I got spoiled by tiktok while I was also watching the first episode and yeah, I just stopped and fed myself delusions that s4 just didn’t exist😭😭 I decided to search tua in tumblr and surprisingly, your blog showed up that is still updating which made me happy ofc cause atleast there’s still peeps that is still in the fandom. Heck, I didn’t even knew that people are leaving the fandom and I just found out about it from your ranting posts about it and the aftermath of the decision of the writer.

I’m here and will be supporting you!

Oh my god hi! I am glad you could find comfort in my blogs and stories. Yeah some people have left the fandom but its okay because there is still many of us who write. I am writing too. I will not leave until i am physically forced too. I understand the fact of feeding into delusions that season 4 didn’t happen. if i am honest i still do it. I just think of it as season 4 was a really shitty fanfic by Steve and season 3 is a open to interpretation ending or a creat your own ending. I am glad you are sticking around and it warms my heart knowing that, even if its just a sliver, i can make you stay for a while longer. Thank you for reading my stories and staying around a while. I love you and please be safe out there 😘 💋

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little-forest-goblin · 28 days ago

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Sooo…it’s been a minute and i wanna day yes i am working on stories. I was busy for a hot minute and i also procrastinated for a minute my bad y’all. But i did make these photos and hopefully that will satiate you hungry fellows for a while. Don’t worry i’m working on the stories! Love you guys!

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #tua #number five #tua s4 #umbrella acedmy #five hargreeves x reader #tua season 4 #five x reader #five hargreaves x reader #tua five #number five smut #number five imagine #number five x reader #five

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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Lately I'm seeing more artists on here posting new Umbrella Academy art again, and I am so so thrilled, I can't even tell you!

Yes please! Come back! Make more! We still love you and we crave your artistic talents! You are beautiful and so is your art!

Anyway, thank you dear artists for your contribution to keeping this fandom alive. Season 4 really did a fucking job on a lot of us, so I'm so happy to see we're still thriving out there!

#the umbrella academy #yessss #Keep it coming!#We love seeing them!#tua #tua fanart #artists on tumblr

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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Oh well i need some good luck ❤️ I hope this brings anyone else good luck too!

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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Damn who pressed the last one 😂 thats funny cause im not leaving… im dead serious too. Lol anyway Thank you for voting! I will surely get these done in this order 😉 I honestly thought the pegging option would win lol you guys are full of surprises. Well thanks for voting i shall work on them ❤️

Hello guys! i have a good ol’ fashioned question here but i am making stories obviously and i am working on those but they are oneshots and not smuts and i wanna ask opinions on what smut i should do next. I’ll probably do all of them i just need to know what first you know? so here we go. Also it might be delayed depending on if the people on wattpad give me there story requests

#five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves x reader #number five smut #five hargreeves smut

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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Oh dear god all you guys’s photos look so good! i dont take pictures often and i am not good with it but i shall try my best! thank you! ❤️

I dont know my cat is side eyeing everyone but sorry about that lol. Now its yalls turn! show us yours! (of course if your comfortable with it)

6 pictures from my camera roll that aren't selfies

thank u for the tag my darling @familyvideostevie <3

no pressure tags: @bradleybeachbabe @starryeyedstories @papayadays @shootingstar-scuderia <33

#random pics #fun

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD! AGH THANK YOU FOR THE MASTERPIECE!!

𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

five hargreeves x fem! reader smut

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word count: 4.2k

warnings: 18+ (reader and five are both 20), sex pollen so dubcon?, unprotected sex, breeding kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m recieving), hair pulling

summary: you and five, your best friend, get stuck in the apocalypse together. he's immune to the radiation that lingers in what's left of the world, but not you, so when you find a unique flower that sprays an interesting pollen at you, five is more than happy to help you out with its side affects

author's note: i have been reworking this fic for weeks because i just did not like where i was going with it every time but now i finally sat down and finished it, i think i was trying too hard to make it too detailed plotwise but now i really like it, its not proofread so i'll go back and fix any mistakes if i notice any but i hope you enjoy!

The world was different now, what was left of it at least.

You were holding on tight to your memories of what life was like before the world ended, but your headaches, growing ever more constant, made them gradually slip away.

The more obvious details were easier to remember: green grass, blue skies, animals, breathable air. You missed when nature meant beautiful, thriving life.

Now, the only things growing were spiky weeds and vines, the occasional fungi.

The air was too dry, filled with ash, and the radiation levels were too high for much to grow.

You had your theories about what could’ve happened to the world, so did the only other human still alive: Five Hargreeves.

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Years ago, when you were just 8 years old, your parents believed it would be best to move directly next to the umbrella academy. They cared heavily about your safety, so heavily in fact that they homeschooled you, and almost never let you leave home. It was dreadful, for your curious nature wanted to explore your new surroundings in the city. You often leaned out your window, trying to get a peak at one of those superpowers kids who got to see the world.

One night, as you read by your windowsill that overlooked the alleyway separating your apartment building from the academy, you watched as the children filed one by one out of a bedroom window, down a fire escape, all giggling with sneaky excitement. They snuck out for the first time in their young lives, noticed you and extended an invitation to join them, and the rest was history. You got along well with the Hargreeves children, particularly Number Five.

He shared your love of retaining knowledge and the passion of wanting to explore the world, as well as prove your ability to sustain yourself independently. The two of you used morse code to speak through your windows at night, and you told each other just about everything. He told you all about his father, and how he wanted to prove him wrong about his time travel abilities. You encouraged him to try them out, to go to the future, and he agreed, as long as you came too.

On that November morning in 2002, you were waiting in the alley for him to finish breakfast, and once he ran out and took your hand, your lives had never been the same.

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Now you were about twenty, realizing that spending the rest of your life with your super human best friend may be more difficult than you ever would’ve thought.

Firstly, whatever ended the world resulted in nuclear fallout, which led you to believe a giant explosion abolished the Earth. While Five was genetically immune to the radiation, with the energy that emanated from his spacial jumps, you were a perfectly average human who couldn’t resist the symptoms of radiation poisoning. It was slow, with average headaches interrupting your already rough days and confusion messing up your already decaying memory, but you both knew you couldn’t last forever in this world.

Secondly, being stuck with your childhood best friend who you happened to fall in love with was absolute torture. Somewhere along the way your immature intellectual astonishment turned to adolescent romantic admiration. Being the last two people on Earth made it so tempting for you to just tell him how you felt, but you couldn’t even fathom how’d heartbroken you’d feel if he turned you down as the last girl on Earth, you’d probably toss yourself into nuclear waste just to rid yourself from the embarrassment.

The two of you had gotten quite close over the last ten years. He held you in his arms at night, just to protect you from the cold, he made sure you were the first to eat, just to make sure you don’t starve, and he did his best to make sure your sickness wasn’t worsening, just for your survival, of course. What you didn’t know was that he was constantly worrying about you, not that he didn’t want to be the only person alive but because he couldn’t imagine a world without you. You were the only one that listened to him, that believed in him when no one else would. The only one that made him feel like he was worth something in this world. His worst nightmare had already happened to him, as he had to bury the bodies of his adult siblings, but his new one was losing you. It killed him to watch you slowly but surely grow more sick, and he wanted to defer your inevitable end for as long as possible. He was in a race against time: time travel you both out of here before you took your last breath.

The weather was a sure sign that spring was finally arriving. You believed it to be April, the ten year anniversary of the apocalypse, with the back and forth sunshine and rainstorms. Currently, you and Five were walking down the side of the freeway, dragging along wagons full of your belongings and your apocalypse buddy, Dolores. It was almost dark and you were starting to look for a not too busted up car to take shelter in for the night. The fields looked like death. They were filled with dark, spiky vines and grass that looked permanently dried to a crisp.

You adjusted the bandana over your nose, growing frustrated at its tightness, and pulled it off your face entirely. The air wasn’t as smoky as it used to be, the rain helped clear it out, and you could feel another storm on the way. Your lungs took in the air and whatever microscopic particles were floating about.

“Put it back on, Y/n,” Five scolded, disappointed in your disregard for your health.

“You tied it way too tight, it was getting uncomfortable,” you answered back.

The two of you kept walking side by side until you came across a van that appeared large enough to store your belongings and to allow you both to stretch out comfortably.

You followed this same routine every night: you’d scavenge, find a suitable vehicle or building, then break in.

As Five used a swiss army knife in an attempt to open the back door of the van, you leaned against the side doors, your eyes scanned over the fields to examine to your surroundings, looking out at the vast field of dried up plants, not expecting to see anything different, until your eyes caught on a small, bright plant growing not too far from the road.

Without a word, you immediately pushed off the van, quickly grabbing Five’s attention.

“Y/N, what are you-”

As you ran through the field, you felt the dry plants scratching your shins, creating the tiniest, painful cuts, but you didn’t care. The fluorescent flora became clearer as you got closer, eyes entranced by its glowing color before Five blinked in front of you, causing you to crash into his chest and almost tackle him. He stabilized the two of you, grabbing both your arms and holding you tight to stop you from running off again.

“Wait, Y/N,” Five started, “First of all, don’t run off like that. Second, you don’t know what that is.”

“Oh, please,” you said frustrated, trying to shimmy out of his grasp, “It’s a flower.” “Yes, I know,” he deadpanned, “But there’s no way a normal flower could grow in these conditions.”

You freed yourself and knelt down to admire the beautiful flower. Its petals glowed brightly as its orange pigments had you entranced. Five cautiously stood behind you, ready to pull you away any second, but he wasn’t fast enough.

As you leaned downward to smell the flower, the anther puffed out quickly, spraying a cloud of glowy pollen directly into your face, before the petals closed in on itself and encapsulated the flower.

“Y/N!”

Stunned, you fell onto your back, eyes wide and face burning as the pollen covered your cheeks and infiltrated your nose. Five quickly leaned over you, he had pulled his goggles down and used your bandana to wipe the pollen off your face before he noticed a drop. Then another. Then three more dripping onto your flushed cheeks.

The rain snapped you out of your daze as you sat straight up. Five cautiously held up his hands and waited for you to say something, “You alright?”

“I think?” You didn’t feel any different really, besides an oncoming sneeze.

He helped you stand up and the two of you ran back through the field and to the van, where he continued to pick the lock. Once he got it open, you both worked rather quickly to get settled so as to not get drenched. You gently placed Dolores in while he tossed in any items from your wagons that couldn’t get too wet. The two of you covered them with a small tarp before he tied them together around the tire with a rope. You jumped into the back of the van, Five following suit, and quickly shut the door.

It was dark in there. You tried the overhead light but you knew the battery ran out years ago. Other than that, the van was in good shape, with a couple dusty blankets in the back, a case of water and a small stash of granola bars which the two of you scarfed down rather quickly.

“This might be our best find in a while,” Five said, leaning against the wall, looking down at you as you laid on one of the blankets, trying not to chug the water.

He had been keeping a close eye on you since the flower, worried there was something you weren’t telling him. And he was right.

Ever since you stepped out of the contaminated yet refreshing rain, your body had felt uncomfortably warm. A cold sweat covered your body, which felt like it was almost buzzing, and a growing sensation of desire was settling in your lower stomach. You kept your eyes on the ceiling, not waiting to catch another glimpse at Five, worried about the thoughts he would give you. With the two of you sharing the small space, there was no way to relieve the pressure between your legs. You could feel his eyes burning into you, of course he’d notice if you tried getting any friction.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, breaking the silence.

You still didn’t want to face him, you knew he knew something was off, that the flower did something to you. Instead of turning your head towards him, you faced the opposite wall and closed your eyes.

When he reached over to take your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him, the action alone dampened your underwear as you stifled a whimper.

He knew something was wrong. Not only were you unusually quiet but you looked flushed and sweaty, and almost like you were in pain. As he started into your eyes, he could see how bloodshot they were, your pupils incredibly dilated.

He kept his hold tight on your face, moving your chin around to inspect every angle before you took hold of his wrist with both hands, trying to pull it away.

“That flower did something to you, I know it,” he stated, as if it weren’t already obvious, “How do you feel?”

How on earth were you supposed to answer that? The pain of not being touched was increasing quickly, and the urge to jump his bones and ride his thighs to relieve the pressure was becoming harder to suppress. You could only hold back so much longer, but you knew if you let go, your friendship would be fucked.

You finally peeled his fingers off your face, holding his hand in front of you, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from sucking his fingers right then and there – God, what was wrong with you?

Groaning, you released his hand and turned over onto your side, sliding your hands down your face. Thankfully, your clothing was dark, so he couldn’t see the damp spot of your uncontrollable arousal leaking out of you.

Your behavior scared him at first. If that flower was poisonous, and you died a slow agonizing death as your body slowly shut down, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he could have prevented it, if only he had been more careful with you. But as he analyzed you further, he became much more relieved to piece together what the pollen was really doing to you.

The flush of your skin, the soft gasps you let slip from your throat, the way you indiscreetly squeezed your thighs together, the look of complete and utter desire and desperation swarming your eyes.

He’d seen small glimpses of that look over the years, but he’d always thought it was his increasingly delusional imagination considering you were the only girl alive on Earth, and he was nothing but a hormonal boy. He thought of those years spent feeling ashamed of how his mind could turn you, his closest friend, into an image of his own desire as he would imagine your hand wrapped around him instead of own, as he got himself off while you were dead asleep next to him.

Selfishly, he was glad you were in pain, because he was the lucky last soul on Earth who could relieve you. Although, not without a little more teasing first.

He combed his fingers through his shaggy hair, attempting to hide his smirk before grabbing your arms and sitting you up.

The way he moved you with such ease made you think about how he could move you into whatever position he wanted, and how easily you would let him.

He settled you upright against the wall of the van, you almost teared up at the feeling of his strong hands leaving you, before he started unzipping your sweatshirt.

“Let’s get some layers off you before you overheat,” he explained.

“Okay, that’ll help,” you quietly agreed, trying to keep your composure as if watching his hands undress you wasn’t torture.

“Arms up,” he instructed as he slipped off the next layer, a grey long sleeve shirt, leaving you in a white tank top.

You have to admit, you did feel much cooler, but the moments where his fingers would graze your arms was driving you insane.

He then wrapped one arm around you to lift your hips up slightly off the carpeted floor of the van, so he could remove your cargo pants with his other hand.

You could’ve screeched with excitement, though thankfully you buried your face into his shoulder to contain yourself. You had a layer of boxer shorts before your panties, but you felt exposed compared to him, as he was still fully clothed.

“Any better?” he asked, still in close proximity to you. His face seemingly inching closer to yours.

You nodded.

Not trusting yourself with words.

Not trusting yourself at all.

He knew.

Just from looking up at his face, you knew he knew. He wore the same face he always wore when he was right about something. That smug know-it-all face you’ve grown the desire to completely smother with wet kisses over the years. He knew what you needed and this son of a bitch was daring you by holding it over your head.

“Ready for bed?” he asked with an innocent voice, contrasting from the dark look in his eye.

It felt as if all those years together led up to this moment. The moment where the two of you did nothing but sit next to each other. Inches away from the other’s face. Eyes staring into the other’s, occasionally breaking free to stare down at their lips. Daring the other to be the one to break over a decade of friendship. Once he saw that glowing twinkle in your eyes, amidst the darkness of dilation, he knew you’d break first.

He caught you in his arms as you pounced on him, your last shred of composure was ripped away as soon as your lips met his. Five was the only thing on your mind.

His lips. His hands. His arms. His fingers.

Him.

You wanted it all.

The kiss wasn’t gentle at all. It was harsh and wet. The two of you had no patience, you had the rest of your lives to be gentle and loving. You wanted each other at this very moment. As you made out, he continued to peel off the last of your clothing. He lifted your hips, sliding down both your boxer shorts, tossing them into the passenger seat of the van. Before removing your panties, he moved to feel how damp you got them over the fabric. He almost growled into your mouth as he pulled his slick fingers away, finally pulling the soaked fabric down your legs.

His arms moved to cage you against him, which felt like absolute heaven, and when his hands lowered to grab your ass, dragging you across his thigh, the moan you let into his mouth was angelic.

That needy feeling between your legs finally being relieved was enough to make tears fall, cooling your flush cheeks, as his tongue continued to dance with yours.

He moved to kiss your jaw, leaving a soft trail of saliva until he moved under your chin, and down your neck, leaving harsh intentional marks.

With your head tilted up, and your mouth free, all you could do was moan as he continued to drag your bare, slick cunt across his clothed leg. You were so sensitive that every time he pulled you across the fabric of his pants, you could’ve come.

As he bit every inch of your neck, he brought his hands to lift up your top, already noticing how you’ve forgone a bra, and grasped your breasts. So engulfed in the pleasure, you’d barely noticed how you had been left to move yourself against his thighs. He swapped his hands for his mouth as he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed slightly, while taking a nipple into his mouth.

You gasped, rutting your hips faster against him, with one hand holding onto his hip for dear life while the other was entangled in his hair, pushing his head into your chest. As your gasps and whimpers grew increasingly higher in pitch, you began to hump his thigh with more need, chasing your high that was steadily building up.

You could feel him smiling smugly into your tit, then you realized you’d been moaning his name, begging and pleading for him to let you come.

He moved his mouth back to yours, quieting your desperate pleads as he brought both his hands to your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples, stimulating you enough to finally push you over the edge.

You shuttered against his thigh, your chest arching into his, and your moans losing themselves in his throat, you rode out your orgasm, gradually slowing down the pace of your hips until you were slowly dragging them through the puddle on his leg, sliding your slick across the fabric.

Five buried his face into your neck as you slowly recovered, arms wrapped around your middle, moving you to sit closer to the bulge in the front of his pants.

Instead of feeling relieved from the effects of the pollen, you felt the need rush right back between your legs.

You leaned back in his arms to take him in with your eyes — his messy hair, his swollen lips, flush face. He was still fully clothed, contrasting your completely naked figure.

Five noticed you scanning his jacket, coming to the conclusion that yes, maybe it was a little unfair that you were the only one completely exposed. He lifted you into his arms and brought you over to the other end of the van. Then he shuffled back a few feet and watched you sit there, naked and needy, waiting for his next move.

He then carefully removed everything he was wearing – his jacket, his now stained pants, his two shirts – and before he could remove his boxers, you crawled over and did it yourself.

You kneeled before him as you took him out of his boxers, and into your mouth.

“Fuck-” he groaned as he felt your warm tongue under his cock.

He was big. You almost choked when you tried taking him down your throat as far as you could, you just needed to taste him. He took your hair in his hands as he guided you, not wanting to push you too far, and not wanting to come down your throat just yet.

When he felt the pressure building, he quickly pulled you off him by your hair, taking a second to admire your dazy eyes and the drool dripping down your chin.

Five then tackled you, literally throwing himself on top of you, your head landing on your pile of clothes, as his lips once again crashed into yours. He quickly pinned you down and held your wrists together in his left hand, his other snuck down between your legs, sliding through your folds. You could feel his cock hard against your stomach, practically leaking onto you. His fingers were soaked as they slid back and forth, over and over, until you got fed up with his teasing and started moving your hips to feel more.

“Hold still,” he said, trying to be assertive yet laughing a little at your desperation.

“Please, Five,” you frowned, your neediness was no laughing matter, “Just put them in alread-”

You cut yourself off with a moan as he slid to fingers into you, immediately setting a strong pace, curling them to perfectly hit that spot inside you, making you squirm.

He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles until your eyes rolled back into your head. Your orgasm was sneaking up on you, and he could tell by your more frequent gasps and higher moans, as well as your cunt tightening around his fingers. Before you tipped over the edge and the pleasure could wash over you, he pulled out his fingers, watching intently as the built up pleasure disappointed.

“What- Five!” you whined, your hurt eyes met his as he sarcastically frowned, before he smiled once again, and lined himself up with your entrance.

You’re lucky that you and Five are the only people alive, because that means the two of you can be as loud as possible. When he pushed himself in, the two of you groaned so loud it could’ve been heard from miles away. You both had to hold still for a few moments, as to not come immediately. The two of you were completely engulfed in each other, arms wrapped around the other, pulling them as close as possible. Once he started to move, you felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. Every time he thrusted into you, it sent a wave of pleasure through your whole body, as your cunt tried to suck him in.

Five had never felt so good in his entire life. He’d imagined what you’d feel like before, but you were so much better than he’d ever imagined. So tight, with your wetness drooling everywhere. He buried his face into your shoulder as he rutted into you, appreciating the smell of sex that filled the van. You buried your fingers in his shaggy hair, occasionally giving it a tug that made his dick twitch inside you.

“Ah — I’m close,” Five grunted, his thrusts sloppy.

“Me too,” you whimpered, feeling a familiar pressure that was begging to be let go.

Five reached one of his hands between the two of you to circle your clit once more, giving you the stimulation to come one more time, knowing he’d soon follow.

“Five, ahh – I’m gonna-”

The wave hit you, your body completely let go. Your cunt spasmed around Five, coming harder than you ever have before. You barely registered it, as your brain went fuzzy, but you could feel your come squirt all over your legs, Five’s as well, as he kept thrusting through the sticky mess, moaning loudly before stilling. His body shook as he came inside you, face buried in your chest as he tried to pull himself as close as possible. His come was warm, filling you entirely.

The two of you laid there on the itchy carpet of the van for what seemed like forever before Five slowly pulled out and sat up, hearing a hiss from you that ached him a little, before he watched his come spill out of you, as you laid there, completely fucked out.

He dug through his bag to find the cleanest cloth he owned to clean the both of you up with. He made sure to be as careful as possible with your sensitive areas as he wiped the come off you.

He went through your bag to find new underwear and a tank top to redress you with, before he put new boxers on himself and settled back by your side.

“You better not forget this,” he grumbled playfully as he kissed your forehead.

You smiled lightly with your eyes closed.

“How could I?”

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