across the universe (pt. 2, pt. 3) : after discovering your husband cheated on you with his brother's wife, you run off to a different timeline using the subway, only to find a deli crowded with a familiar face. ☕︎
the other assassin (masterlist) : five hargreeves gets lost in time and your father forces you to go after him, leaving you to get lost in a completely different kind of solitude. after decades, you meet at the hands of the handler, except you're not exactly happy to work with him after what he did. the two of you agree to put your differences aside until you save the world. how hard could that be?
survival of the fittest (pt. 2 *smut*, pt. 3 *smut*) : you wake up in the apocalypse, with no memory of what life was like before. five years later, you meet another survivor. what happens when the two of you reluctantly decide to work together?
somethin' stupid : you and five have always been professional, even though you're the closest partners the commission has even seen. once the two of you go back to 2019, you find out how to ease yourselves into the relationship you both know is just right
ready when you are : after the universe was reset, you and five finally get to settle down and live the life you want
peace: you and five finally get to live the life you've been fighting for, but he has a hard time adjusting
fight me (*smut*): you and five return to elliot's after a failed attempt at reaching reginald at the mexican consulate, leading to a fight that leads to a little more...
temper: when most of his siblings don't make it back to the alley in time to go back to 2019, five is livid. but when you don't make it back in time, he gets worried about what might've happened to you.
free now (*smut*): after finding the person whom you believed would cause the apocalypse dead, you and five go back to the academy to celebrate
uranium fever (*smut*): 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
stranger things
steddie x reader
slasher marathon : after a long night of slasher tapes you'd picked up from family video, you get a couple eery phone calls, leading to a frightening break in from two masked figures
marvel
robert "bob" reynolds x reader
nights like these : when bob comes to your door late at night, you find a way to comfort him and let him know he's appreciated
thief (*smut*) : bob had been helping you out by occasionally doing your laundry, but when you come back early from a mission, you find out he might've had some selfish motives
golden mean (chapter 1) : you had been an avenger ever since their civil war. feeling lost after defeating thanos, losing all your closest friends, valentina gives you a job, leading to you becoming one of the new avengers and forming an interesting connection with one of your teammates, who happens to have a light and dark side, just like you.
yelena belova x reader
tussle (*smut*) : yelena catches you staring, and decides a sparring session is just the thing you need
my inbox is open so please let me know any fic ideas!! i'm currently interested in writing about the umbrella academy, stranger things, and marvel :)
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summary: eddie munson is wanted for murder, so you and steve decide to flee hawkins and bring him to murray's safehouse, where the tension and competition over you reaches it peak
contains: plot without porn (yet), lots of flirting and tension, some angst (?)
author's note: this has been sitting in my drafts for a month, for some reason i haven't been able to physically bring myself to write the smut part, i was just so excited to write the part leading up to it so i might as well put it out there. thank you sm for your patience
not proof read
~~~
“Identify yourselves.”
“Y/N Hopper.”
“Steven Harrington.”
The two of you were standing outside in the dark, faces visible in the night vision of Murray’s security camera. Behind you, Murray could see a figure avoiding the camera.
“Third person, identify yourself.”
Murray's command muffled through the speaker of the intercom, and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan coming from the man behind you and he stepped around you to face the camera.
“Edward Munson.”
The red light from the camera stares the three of you down as you stand outside in the early spring air, awaiting Murray’s angered response at you and bringing a suspected murderer to his safe house. You were completely exhausted after the long drive to Illinois, and just wanted to get inside and fall asleep.
The three of you jumped as you heard the clicks from the heavy metal door and it opened, only to find Murrary in his robe, pointing a shotgun straight at Eddie’s chest.
“Holy shit-” Eddie threw his hands up, staring wide-eyed down the barrel at Murray.
“Jesus, Murray!” you shouted, exasperated as you cried out for what must have been the hundredth time that day, “He’s not a murderer!”
He took a look at you and Steve before glaring Eddie up and down. He lowered the gun before walking inside, eyeing the three of you as you walked in, Steve closing the door behind him.
Murray grabs a strange device and immediately it starts beeping, agitating the small ache that had begun to beat in your forehead.
He runs it over Eddie’s shivering body, awaiting any sign of weapons as the boy stands tall and anxious, as if afraid a knife had manifested in his pocket without his knowledge, just to guilt him.
You stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, waiting for Murray to be satisfied with his search. Your eyes drifted over Eddie’s, noticing just how drained he looked.
It had been a long day, but for him especially.
He had to watch Chrissy Cunningham as she died horribly in the comfort of his home, ran away and hid, only to have the entire town tear him apart.
Steve was only here because you were here. He offered to drive you to Reefer Rick’s so you could deliver some food and beer to Eddie, not entirely trusting Eddie alone with you.
He knew Eddie was innocent from murder, knowing the truth about the upside down and now Vecna, but he knew Eddie was no saint, especially with how he looked at you.
Eddie could say the same about Steve, which is why he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Steve trailing behind you with his case of beers.
Just as they’d had their arguments about who’s the better “older male” figure for Dustin, they’ve gone back and forth over and over again about who’s the better man for you.
Suddenly, Murray tossed the metal detector back onto his shelf, satisfied to find Eddie unarmed, and turned to you.
“Now if I may ask,” he grumbled, obviously not too concerned about being polite, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“We needed to get Eddie out of Hawkins,” you confessed, “It’s a total manhunt there.”
You weren’t far from the truth. While you and Steve were dropping off Eddie’s supplies, you were ambushed by Jason Carver and his friends, all going after Eddie. After a rough fight, the three of you got away, unlike Jason’s friend, Patrick, who was killed by Vecna.
The long drive over to the bunker was uncomfortably silent, Eddie sat hunched with his legs up on the seats next to him, a faraway look in his eye that made Steve refrain from grumbling about Eddie getting mud all over his backseat.
None of you were badly hurt, thankfully. Steve got a few hits in but ultimately received some in return, resulting in a couple bruises and a bleeding nose that dripped down onto his sweater throughout the drive.
Eddie was fine, physically at least.
You and Steve were able to keep distance between him and the jocks, but the chase still shook him up. He tried to escape the situation on a boat, but they followed him out, tipped the kayac, and he fell in.
Once Patrick flew out of the water and hovered over the lake, there was enough distraction for you and Steve to be able to drag Eddie out of the water and shove him into the back of Steve’s car.
“Well, I’m so thrilled I’m able to provide some sanctuary for you kids,” Murray responded sarcastically before walking through his base.
You followed behind him toward the kitchen, noticing all the luggage he had around his living room.
“Going somewhere?” Steve asked, also eyeing the suitcases piled next to the couch.
“California,” Murrary grunted, following a chug of Vodka straight from the bottle.
“Why?” You asked.
Murray scoffed at the interrogation but responded nonetheless, “Joyce needs my help, she received a russian communication.”
His vague answers were kind of pissing you off, but at the mention of the Russians, you and Steve gave each other a concerned side glance, which Eddie didn’t like.
“What did they say?” You asked, worried.
How did they find her? She moved out of Hawkins to get away from this chaos, to move on. You knew it was hard for her when your dad died. You cried together, mourned together. It was obvious that she couldn’t stay and you never blamed her.
Murray paused right before he responded with another agitated answer, and you could tell he was holding something back.
Before you could push, he changed the subject, “I have an incredibly early flight, which means if you plan to stay the night I’ll most likely be gone before the three of you wake up. Now, I’m going to be generous and assume that you,” he said, pointing a wide finger in your direction, “are the smart one here, meaning I’m leaving you in charge to lock up and reset the security system before you leave.”
“Wait, but hold on a second, what the hell did the russians-” you started, not wanting to let the topic dissipate that easily before he cut you off.
“The bathroom is that door right over there, plenty of food in the kitchen, the guest bedroom is around the corner and there’s couches in the living room,” he exclaimed, turning away from you to throw vague gestures in each direction of the bunker. He walked over to a shelf of supplies, grabbing a first aid kit and shoving it into your hands.
“I’m sleeping down the hall. I suggest this one take the first shower before he drags around any more mud,” the three of you glanced at Eddie who looked down at his brown shoes, wiggling his toes in his damp socks.
“Now, for the love of God, whatever the sleeping situation may be,” he turned to face the three of you, “keep it down and clean it up.”
Eddie was shaken out of his gaze as he snapped his head up to give Murray the same shocked face you and Steve were already giving him.
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
“Huh?”
The three of you spoke at the same time. The redness reached your face as you avoided eye contact with the guys, whose initial wide eyed and shocked glances turned to glare at the other male.
Murray’s face presented a similarly shocked appearance, but deep down he was grinning ear to ear.
“Oh,” he said surprisingly.
“I’m sorry,” he was not.
“Maybe I misread something,” he did not.
They stayed silent, so Murray gladly continued his little game, playing his innocent act, “I’ll let you three get settled then, have a good night.”
You could tell from his slight smirk as he left the room that he had a very good idea about what was going on here, but it had been a very stressful day already and you were not about to let it get worse with this awkwardness.
Once Murray was down the hall and the sound of his bedroom door closing shut clicked through the hallway, you turned to the guys.
“Okay,” you started, not waiting for them to turn their attention back to you.
Walking over to Eddie, you felt the fabric of his damp jacket sleeve between your fingers, “You should definitely take a warm shower and clean up, maybe throw your clothes in the dryer while you’re at it.”
“And you,” you said, turning to Steve, whose gaze was stuck on your hand on Eddie’s arm which you ignored, lifting up your other hand which held the first aid kit, “need some cleaning up as well.”
Once you let go of Eddie’s sleeve to start opening the white box, he broke off from the group and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
You kept your eye on the door for a moment, feeling worried about Eddie. Hopefully he felt safe here, at peace after what must be one of the worst days of his life.
Steve moved some clothes out of the way so he could sit on the couch, making some room for you to sit beside him, which you did.
You carefully picked out what you would need to fix up his face, grabbing some wipes to clean off the dried blood and dirt.
Tearing open the packaging, you peel out the wipe and unfolded it, lifting it carefully to Steve’s face. Only when you looked up did you notice the look he wore on his face as he watched your movements.
As you wiped off the blood, grabbing his chin in your hand to hold his face still, your eyebrows furrowed as you asked, “What?”
“You okay?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah I’m fine,” you answered, face still stern and concentrated, “They fought you, not me, remember?”
“No,” he brought a hand up to place it over yours, “I mean about the Russians, and Vecna, pretty much everything.”
You paused, not really wanting to think about the events of today and all the new information gathered. The nightmares still haunted you every night, the Russians, the torture, your dad. Your hand fell back into your lap, his following suit, giving it a small squeeze.
“Not really,” you said, “but I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” you nodded, tossing the dirty red wipe aside, “I just want to sleep, it’s been a long day.”
“You can talk to me if you need to, you know that right?”
The way he looked into your eyes was so caring, so gentle. You’d seen that look before, but never this close.
Never with his face inches from your.
And, of course, as that look fell to your lips, leaning in painfully slow…
“Wow.”
You jumped back slightly as the bathroom door clicked open, Eddie standing in the doorframe with wet hair, a black and faded karate graphic tee, and his boxers.
“What a charmer, Harrington,” Eddie commented, walking through the living room and into the kitchen.
Ignoring the glare that Steve gave Eddie, you closed up the first aid kit and got up to put it away.
With your face still a bit red from the awkward interruption, you faced the wall as you removed your jacket, hanging it on a hook by the front door.
Eddie walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Steve, chugging from a plastic water bottle he’d taken from the fridge. Small droplets flew off his curls as he shook his head a bit, getting some water on the frowning man next to him.
You turned and faced them on the couch, not really knowing what to say. It was especially odd since normally the two of them couldn’t shut up.
“So um,” you started, “Who wants the guest room?”
“Why don’t you take it, sweetheart?” Eddie offered you with a smile.
“Yeah, I think that’d be a great idea,” Steve agreed, which was rare.
“Well, I thought maybe Eddie, you might want some space, you know, after today and all.”
“Oh I see,” Eddie laughed a bit, but you could see right through it, “Trying to get some alone time with Harrington here?”
“What? No, no I didn’t mean it like that-”
“Well then, thanks for the offer but I think us two gentlemen here can set aside our differences for the night and let the lady take the room. Don’tcha think, Stevie?” Eddie grabbed Steve’s bicep, giving him a good shake, to which he nodded in agreement.
Skeptically, you eyed the two of them before slowly heading towards the guest room.
“Alright then,” you paused, giving them a look as you placed your hand around the corner of the hallway, “Please don’t kill each other.”
“No promises, sweetheart,” the two men smiled back at you as you walked out of sight to get ready for bed.
~~~
Once you were out of sight, the two guys wiped their cheery grins off their face and immediately stared angrily at the other.
“What the hell was that?” Eddie whisper-yelled, “I’m gone for five minutes and you’re trying to kiss her the first chance you get? Are you serious?”
“Well it hasn’t exactly been too easy to get rid of you,” Steve grumbled back with his arms crossed across his chest, before he leaned back, his frown turning smug, “At least she’s trying to get some privacy from you, too.”
Eddie leaned down, annoyedly holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “She was just trying to give me some space because she realizes that I’ve had a very fucking rough day, Harrington.”
“I’m well aware,” Steve said, “So you’re saying if she offered me the room, you wouldn’t happily accept sleeping here alone with her?”
“Well,” Eddie shrugged, “I never said that.”
“Exactly,” Steve hit his hand on his leg to emphasize his point, “Let’s just agree that the best case scenario is us in here together, keeping an eye on each other.”
“Alright,” Eddie said, standing up to sit over on the other couch in the living room, “Fine.”
~~~
As the door gently closed behind you, the silence crept up, and the cold felt almost overwhelming. You marched over to the small space heater in the corner of the room, turning the dial and watching as it lit up the room with its orange glow. It’s whirring finally settled your nerves, filling up the quiet in the room as you fell back onto the bed.
You groaned into your hands as the stress of the day fell away from you, as you felt the soft comforter around your shoulders.
The sheets were cold, but refreshing as they raised goosebumps along your arms. Without a change of clothes, you would have to sleep in what you had on now.
Your sneakers were sitting by the door, so you unbuckled and kicked off your jeans with ease, slipping out of them and folded them neatly, placing them onto the floor by the nightstand. Peeling off your long sleeved shirt, and following the same pattern, you crawled into the bed and under the cover wearing a tank top and your underwear.
The feeling of laying down after such a long day made you feel like you could fall asleep so easily, which you did, at least for a little while.
Until you heard shuffling coming from the other side of the door, turning over and squinting your tired eyes to see the shadows of someone standing outside the guest bedroom door.
~~~
Eddie was tossing and turning. The throw blanket he found barely covered his toes, there was a constant beeping coming from one of Murray’s security devices, and Steve was snoring on and off.
Eddie looked over to the other man on the opposite couch, bundled warm in a flannel throw he called dibs on. He watched as Steve breathed in and out, seemingly fast asleep, and decided it was safe enough to make his move.
He slowly unbundled himself from his blanket, laying it back down gently where he was just laying as he carefully tip-toed around the couch, and towards the hallway. With every precise step, he was worried it would wake the man on the couch, so all the way towards the door which you were residing behind, he crept cautiously.
Once he made it to your door, he paused for a moment. Small worries filled him as he wondered what you might think of him standing here. Surely the two of you were close, he had lost track of all the time you had casually flirted with him, but what would you think of him standing here? Would you have wished it was Steve standing in his place?
Before he could raise his hand to knock on the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“What are you doing here?” Steve whisper-yelled from behind him, standing in the hallway wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of flannel pants he had found in the living room. His hair looked messy yet perfect even after he had slept for a couple hours.
“Jesus-” Eddie nearly raised his voice as his shoulders flinched inwards, “What are you doing here?”
Before Steve could argue back, the guest bedroom door swung open and the eyes of both men widened.
i started this steddie fic back in mid november and its only halfway done, its not even too long ive just had zero time to write 😔
i enjoyed st5 and need a resurgence of steddie x reader fics so i bringing back an ancient and classic st trope with this one, here's a tiny ittyt bitty sneak peak:
~~~
“Identify yourselves.”
“Y/N Hopper.”
“Steven Harrington.”
The two of you were standing outside in the dark, faces visible in the night vision of Murray’s security camera. Behind you, Murray could see a figure avoiding the camera.
“Third person, identify yourself.”
Murray's command muffled through the speaker of the intercom, and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan coming from the man behind you and he stepped around you to face the camera.
“Edward Munson.”
~~~
i have no timeline for when it will be out unfortunately, as these next two weeks are full of exams and complete stress and anxiety but i will soon have a lot of free time to write so thank fuck
i started this steddie fic back in mid november and its only halfway done, its not even too long ive just had zero time to write 😔
i enjoyed st5 and need a resurgence of steddie x reader fics so i bringing back an ancient and classic st trope with this one, here's a tiny ittyt bitty sneak peak:
~~~
“Identify yourselves.”
“Y/N Hopper.”
“Steven Harrington.”
The two of you were standing outside in the dark, faces visible in the night vision of Murray’s security camera. Behind you, Murray could see a figure avoiding the camera.
“Third person, identify yourself.”
Murray's command muffled through the speaker of the intercom, and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan coming from the man behind you and he stepped around you to face the camera.
“Edward Munson.”
~~~
i have no timeline for when it will be out unfortunately, as these next two weeks are full of exams and complete stress and anxiety but i will soon have a lot of free time to write so thank fuck
i just wanted to say a big thank you for 500 followers! i started writing on this account about a year ago now and i didn't think anyone would ever read my work so im very grateful to the people who contribute to read and engage with my works :)
i haven't had time to post at all recently, but i've had so many ideas that i've been keeping track of. my goal is two get out at least a full oneshot in november :)
ive definitely noticed the drought in umbrella academy content so ill try to post more five hargreeves works, but i also have some eddie munson, steve harrington, and peter parker stuff in mind ;)
thank you so much for your patience, and as always my inbox is open!
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hi everyone! sorry i've taken a bit of time off from writing but ive been jotting down lots of ideas and hopefully i'll get some new stuff out soon but thanks for your patience :)
i just saw djo tonight and now i'm getting so many steve harrington thoughts lolll
summary: it would be unsafe of you and five to have unprotected sex in the apocalypse, but luckily you find a condom while scavenging, giving you both just the excuse you need
contents: smut, characters are 18+, protected sex, grinding, enemies to ??
author's note: i've been adding like 20 words a day to this fic for months but now i finally sat down and finished it up so yippee hope you enjoy, also i know condoms expire, let's just pretend they don't, also i didn't proofread before posting cause i just want to get it out there but hopefully it matches it with the first two lol
That night was simply instinct. You weren’t thinking right. Because if you were, you wouldn’t have done anything remotely close to being intimate with the likes of Five.
Maybe it was because you were desperate, that him being the only man left in the world ruined your standards, but you couldn’t get the thought of his touch out of your deprived mind.
The two of you woke up that morning with limbs completely entangled, yet without a word you separated and proceeded your day as normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before.
He immediately began his attempts at fixing the ripped tarp, to prepare for the windy night ahead, ruffling through the stashes of supplies to find whatever could mend it together efficiently.
His face was concentrated, seemingly completely focussed on the task at hand. You didn’t happen to notice the moments his hands would pause due to being so lost in thought he couldn’t resume motion.
Occasionally he would sneak a quick look over at you, currently fixing together whatever you could find in your rations to create a suitable breakfast for the two of you. Before, he would only look to make sure you weren’t mixing anything inedible into his portion (something he wished he’d done before he almost swallowed a rusted screw you had put in his oatmeal), but now, he was only looking at you.
He’d never wanted to look at you in any way other than disgust, your behavior had always overshadowed your appearance, but his bias couldn’t overcome the fact that he was incredibly attracted to you.
His father had given him and his siblings “the talk”, in an elaborate lesson on sexual education, so he was very aware of the consequences of unprotected sex. It was too dangerous to attempt it in the apocalypse, and he doubted any form of protection had survived the end of the world. He would have to live out the rest of his life here in this dreaded wasteland with his fist as his only form of satisfaction.
~~
While you made breakfast, you too stole glances at Five, waiting for him to possibly say anything at all about last night.
You thought after using each other t̶o̶ g̶e̶t̶ o̶f̶f̶ for warmth that maybe things would open up between the two of you, at least a bit. Once you had actually thought about it, that might’ve been the only time the two of you had actually touched each other without trying to cause harm. You blame your human instincts on your need to feel him again. You didn’t realize how badly you missed physical touch until you were wrapped in his arms, feeling him all over.
Now, you craved him, you needed him.
Maybe you couldn’t have him inside you, but you’d find a way.
~~
Breakfast was quiet that morning. There was no back and forth bickering, snide remarks that the other couldn’t help but start an argument about, just utter silence.
Five inspected his food, there were no nails or rocks mixed in with the old porridge packets you’ve rationed, and it didn’t smell metallic or chemical, so he ate it as slowly as a starving man could.
Rations were running low, having not left the base much due to the freezing cold, but the weather had cleared up, and the sun was shining bright. The snow had already begun to melt from the burning rays, clearing up the streets slightly, so the two of you would just be able to drag your wagon through to scavenge nearby.
Five meticulously set up this current base in a spot where there were several convenience stores and gas stations within a couple miles in every direction, you couldn’t help but give him credit for his well-thought planning.
Today, the plan was to head south for at most five miles and bring whatever the two of you can fit in the wagon back to the base. The most important items you two had to search for were food, water, and anything you keep you both warm.
You took your bowl along with Five’s and tossed it with your other dishes, while he got up to grab his coat and the wagon which the two of you had been using as storage in its dormancy.
“This isn’t a beauty pageant,” Five commented rudely, waiting by the base’s opening for you to put on your coat when he noticed you fixing up your hair, “It’s not like you would win, anyway.”
He expected you to glare at him, slap him, and tell him how you’d win against him any day of the week, but you didn’t.
You tied off your hair, brushed a few fly-aways out of your face, and walked right past him and out the base.
He didn’t expect that, and he definitely didn’t like it.
Once he figured you weren’t going to wait for him, he quickly grabbed the handle to the wagon and followed your path.
He watched as you walked in between the smashed up vehicles, eyeing the compass from time to time, paying zero attention to him.
What was your problem? You’re too good to fight with him now? Was that it? Too good to pay any mind to whatever he had to say?
It wasn’t like you could ignore him forever, he was the only other living being on Earth after all. He would get you to talk eventually, he would get you to refer to him in a way that wasn’t just a matter of survival.
~~
The sun was bearing down on you harshly, yet the wind was ten times worse. The bandana over your face protected you from the sharp bite of the cold, but your eyes burned from their exposure. A new, unventured gas station was just up ahead, yet with the conditions you were walking through it might as well have been a planet away.
As you were walking up the driveway, Five following suit with the empty wagon, you gazed inside the dark store.
“Shit,” you grumbled, noticing the rather significant burn marks along the walls, the peeling advertisements on the glass windows, “This place burned pretty bad.”
Five couldn’t tell if you were talking to yourself or if you meant to direct your complaints at him. Either way it was progress.
“Let’s just see if there’s anything salvageable,” he responded, motioning his arm to insist that you head inside first, only for you to let the door slam shut in his face.
You started examining the state of the store, walking past the register to see the wooden countertop charred, yet intact. He entered, pulling the wagon behind him and immediately heading the opposite direction, towards the wall of drinks. The glass doors of the refrigerators were cracked and blackened, yet they seemed to have done a good job in protecting the drinks, which were in perfect condition. He immediately dropped the handle of the wagon and drank from one of the waters on the shelf, refreshing his dry, aching throat.
Meanwhile, you had begun making your way through the aisles, noticing he was busy precisely placing as many bottles of water in perfect rows in the bed of the wagon. Unfortunately, many of the snack options had been burnt to crisps. You walked in between the first couple aisles, filled with nothing but ash and remnants of cardboard, picking out anything edible and carrying it in your arms, not wanting to make a trip to the wagon.
Once you got to the middle aisle, you noticed that it must have avoided the worst of the flames, because there were several items still perfectly intact hanging from the pegs. Luckily, there were several packages of ibuprofen and antacids, as well as a large supply of first aid materials like bandages and ointment. While you crouched to the ground and filled your pockets with the useful materials, you scanned the aisle for other items that could be deemed useful. There were lip balms of a variety of flavors, razors which Five could never have enough of, eye drops and cough drops, and one more thing that stopped you. Your hand paused right before it wrapped around the items in the box. As your brain had caught up with your motions, you registered what it was — condoms.
You allowed your hand to move again to inspect the small, square package. It was pristine, with not a scratch on the box. It felt almost awkward to hold, embarrassing to inspect, as your face flushed a few shades brighter. You knew what it was, of course, but a part of you assumed that every last condom on Earth had been destroyed, crushing the possibility of you ever having safe sex in this unsafe world. Now that you held one in your hand, that small hope that Five could give you what you wanted, and so desperately needed, was reignited. However, you would rather be all alone in this apocalypse again than face Five, holding up the form of protection as if it were your savior, and ask him to fuck you. You would rather die than face that embarrassment.
“Find anything?”
His voice appeared out of the blue. Or maybe it didn’t.
Maybe you were just too lost in your own head to notice how he’d peered his head into the aisle to see you so deeply in thought, holding something you had found in your hand.
Maybe he had gently dropped the handle of the wagon to the floor, and made his walking quietly to stand behind you, as your peripheral vision seemed to be long gone as well.
Maybe when he noticed what you had in your hand, it all clicked for him. Your problem wasn’t that you were too good for him, it was that you were too horny for him. You were so bummed out about the fact he couldn’t risk being inside you while you were dry humping each other into oblivion that you were ignoring him entirely. He looked down over you, barely believing the fact that you were so out of it at the possibility of being able to fuck him.
He couldn’t blame you. He himself was ecstatic, with only a smirk and slightly larger bulge to show for it.
When he finally spoke, it shattered your thoughts, abruptly pulling you from your inner turmoil.
You jumped, dropping the condom and almost dispersing your collection of items across the tile floor. Instead, you quickly stood up, tossing your items into the wagon, and walking off without a word.
~~~
The walk back to the base was agonizing. The sun had gradually set, cooling the Earth once more, leaving the two of you to freeze. The tips of your nose and ears were red and numb, even your hat and bandana couldn’t protect you from the harsh winds.
You hadn’t spoken a word to Five, although he hadn’t tried to make conversation either. He found it hilarious that he could see your scowl, specifically through your furrowed brows above your bandana, yet you couldn’t see the grin under his.
Once you finally made it back to the base, you immediately took the wagon from his grasp and pulled it over to your rations, where you began going through everything you’d scavenged. After a few minutes of concentrated sorting, you looked over your shoulder to see Five standing there watching you work.
“Did you need an invitation to help or..?” you sarcastically said, his silence aggravating you.
He lowered his bandana and began removing his gloves, “Oh, so now you want to talk.”
You scoffed, resuming your work, “I’m sorry you missed my voice so much, I didn’t realize how much you crave my attention.”
He walked over to the collection of clothing the two of you keep close to the rations and tossed his jacket, hat, and gloves on top of the pile.
You were worried. Usually when the two of you fought he looked violent, angry, like he hated exchanging insults with you. Now, he looked far too amused, raising your suspicions.
He laughed under his breath, ignoring your previous claim as he leaned against the concrete wall and stared at you.
You had completely lost concentration on what you were doing, turning your focus to Five.
“What’s funny?” you asked, clearly not getting what was so amusing to him.
“How much of a brat you are when you don’t get your way.”
That one sentence lit a fire of pure anger in your eyes, a flame that he’d missed more that he’d like to admit.
He stalked toward you as you stood up, already gearing up to smack the shit out of him.
“I’m not-”
“You are,” he interrupted, stepping closer while continuing to taunt you, adding fuel to the fire.
“I am not-”
“You are. You’re mad you don’t get fucked so you decide to shut down and-”
Before he can finish his sentence, your hands are already on him, shoving him till he stumbles backward in an attempt to regain his balance. In an immediate response, he pushes you back in retaliation, only for you to shove him over with all your might.
He falls backward and lands on the very edge of the makeshift bed. Your gaze is filled with rage, face flushing with anger, until you see what fell from his pocket as he hit the bed.
A condom.
The small box that you had dropped when he confronted you in the aisle, he had picked up and hid in his pocket, bringing it back to the base with him.
Your shoulders dropped, breathing fast as you looked up at him.
He was now leaning back on his elbows on the rough blankets, smiling up at you with that smug smile he always wore when he was right about something. In any other case, you would have wanted nothing more than to smack him black and blue, wiping that smirk off his face. However in this scenario, you found a more efficient way to occupy his lips.
Immediately, you rushed forward and crashed your lips onto his. He pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms tight around your torso, and leaned backward fully until you were both horizontal against the bed.
This wasn’t like the last time you kissed.
Last time, kissing was a last resort. It was that little bit of sensual connection you both needed to push you both over that very edge of pleasure.
Now, it was only the beginning. It was messy, desperate, and greedy as the two of you swapped spit and swirled tongues. Your hands held the sides of his neck as you pulled his face against yours, while his gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go.
He moved one hand from your waist to push up off the bed, sitting up and pulling your legs around his waist. He dipped you slightly, holding you firmly against his chest with one arm to lean down and pick up the condom, all while keeping his mouth firmly against yours. He placed it down next to him, bringing his hand back to your body, unzipping your coat and tossing it aside.
The long sleeve shirt came off next, as you unwillingly separated yourself from Five’s lips, lifting yourself up to sit on top of him, hands pressing down on his chest, pinning him down to the bed.
In the heat of the moment, after stripping each other completely bare, feeling the chill of the breeze that crept through the cracks of the base brush your skin, you had completely forgotten you had ever been upset with this man. Any rage you’d previously felt when you looked at him, completely vanished. Your hatred towards him was gone.
Now, you were straddling the waist of an angel. A beautiful, masculine angel laying underneath you like he was a gift from God, sent to save you from this hell on Earth.
His hair was played out around his head like a halo, grown shaggy, yet there was barely any stubble decorating his face. His skin was flush and fair, eyes perfectly dilated as they looked up to you, bare above him.
His hands moved from your waist to your breasts, toying with you as he listened for your soft gasps, hips jolting against his at every spark of pleasure. The only items of clothing separating the two of you now were your underwear and his boxers. You laid back slightly, leanly against his bent knees for support, and grinded your core against him, feeling your warm slick soaking through the fabrics between you.
His groans were heavenly, his head leaned back, enjoying the pressure from your hips, mindlessly twisting and pulling at your nipples, eliciting whines from you.
He began to lift his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction and stimulation to your core. His eyes met your face, eyes lost in a daze, your face blushed and concentrated on reaching your high.
Just before you could reach that high, about to topple over the very edge, he pulled you back down against him and flipped you both over.
That was when you remembered he’s still the same man you’ve been stuck here with. A man who is a completely selfish asshole that the only physical contact you want to initiate with him is a smack right across his smug face.
“Are you fucking kiddin-” He cut you off with a strong kiss, which he didn’t break as he removed the condom from its boxed and peeled open the wrapper. He pulled away and sat on his knees, bringing his sexual education lessons back from his memory and placed the condom on correctly, before lining himself up with your entrance and leaning back over you, lining his face up with yours.
“You don’t have to do this,” he assured you.
This might have been the only time you witnessed him acting like an actual, decent human being. And while you appreciated the gesture of consent, you couldn’t wait any longer.
“Five,” you breathed out, eyes pleading, “I need it.”
And with that, he slid himself between your folds a few times before carefully pushing in. You thought his fingers were big last night, but now with his cock barely halfway inside you, the sensation was mind numbing. Your arms wrapped around his back as he filled you up entirely, barely audible gasps filling his ear. He stilled once he was all the way in, concentrating heavily on not immediately spilling into the condom, ruining this entire moment, but the way your cunt squeezed around him, not wanting to let him, made it very hard not to break.
After a moment he slowly began to move, pulling out slowly, before pushing right back in, somehow feeling even deeper as he hit a spot deep within you that sent a wave of pleasure over your entire body.
He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting in the sensitive skin, as your hands moved up to thread through his hair, tugging gently.
Once the both of you got used to the feeling, he began moving faster, getting rougher. With each thrust into you, he groaned out into your ear as you met his movements with the same force. It was animalistic, greedy, intimate, you felt so close to him that you were practically melting into each other.
When the thrusts became erratic and the whines and groans grew higher in pitch, it was clear neither of you could last much longer. He met his lips with your, barely touching, just enough to let his moans mix with yours, just as they had last night. His hands reached to grip your hips, pinned them down, allowing him to piston into you, chasing you to the edge as you let go around him.
Your eyes squeezed shut, head leaning back, giving him access to continue marking your neck. The sensation from you cumming around him undid him, as he finally groaned into your neck and spurted into the condom, his hips finally spurting to a slow stop.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you back to reality as you realized what just happened. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, removing the condom before immediately laying on you once more. With his cheek pressed flat against your collarbone, his breathing steadied, quickly falling asleep with a strangely unfamiliar look of peace expressed on his unconscious face.
This time around, you weren’t sure what this changed between the two of you, but you decided it could wait.
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summary: you had been an avenger ever since their civil war. feeling lost after defeating thanos, losing all your closest friends, val gives you a job, leading to you becoming one of the new avengers. moving into the compound is a time of rebirth, new beginnings, and connection, especially with your new teammate who lives one room over.
author's note: i've wanted to write a classic avengers tower fic since like 2017, so this is me indulging in nostalgia. pretty much every single old marvel fic i've read has a reader with "wanda's powers but purple" so the witch in this story has powers that are golden and magical ooo but i'm writing her to be a more literal represention of witch, mostly based on my personal practice. i've also been working on like four different works this past week so hopefully i can get those done soon too, but for now, enjoy!
The darkness was fading.
The buildings of New York had regained their color, yet Bob had lost his memory.
The moment the current saviors of the city walked through the ripped tarp blocking the street, ready to give Val the beating of her life, was exactly the moment she had meticulously set up for as soon as she witnessed the gang of disposable delinquents unexpectedly gain a standing ovation after saving several citizens.
They were supposed to be depicted as villains, fearsome criminals that her Golden Guardian of Good was supposed to protect the city from.
But that plan failed, and her god had turned on her, so she had to improvise.
“Are we live? Excellent.”
You lifted the tarp with your arm as you walked through its rips, unprepared to face the bright intruding flashes from the many photographers that stood at attention before you all, capturing every movement as you stood next to Yelena and Bob.
He looked excited, surprisingly cheerful for a man whose inner darkness almost destroyed the city and imprisoned everyone in the city in their own shameful traumatic memories.
Besides Bob, every other Thunderbolt had the same skeptical facial expression, waiting for whatever perception of them Val was going to broadcast to the public.
“For years, I’ve been working in secret to develop a new era of protection,” she spoke confidently to the press, “Today, the citizens of the United States needed that protection, and thanks to my hard work, they got it.”
Your brows furrowed, she was unbelievable.
Her grand plan was a complete failure, as you and her other agents came together to form an unanticipated team instead of efficiently killing each other like had originally planned.
Now she was going to take credit for the fact that you all stopped the Void, the consequence of her original heroic concept.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began.
“Meet the New Avengers.”
*
Moving into the New Avengers watchtower wasn’t a hard task, it wasn’t like you owned much to begin with.
Val had provided you with a small apartment in the city when she recruited you fresh from Westview. It was nothing special – one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a window.
It wasn’t like you were home much anyways, always being sent around the globe completing tasks, destroying evidence, and eliminating targets.
It was definitely a downgrade. Before, you were living the dream.
One night when you were 17, you turned on the news to see that the Avengers were fighting robots in Sokovia, and noticed they weren’t fighting this battle on their own.
There was a girl, and she was using magic.
You remember almost choking on your dinner as you scrambled for your laptop, doing as much research as you could on this new superhero.
Was she a mutant?
Was she a witch?
Was she like you?
You started writing emails to this girl, Wanda Maximoff, as well as Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark. If they were taking new recruits, you wanted in.
You sent in footage of your powers in action, of course you weren’t actively engaging in battle, but you recorded videos from your bedroom, using your telekinesis to throw around books and crush empty soda cans.
After months with no response, no visit from Tony Stark himself, with offers of a new suit, fame, and fortune, you slowly gave up on your fantasy. College applications were due soon anyway.
A few more months passed, and you noticed the Avengers appearing taking up the news once again, this time surrounding the Sokovia Accords, the death of the King of Wakanda, and the Winter Soldier.
The Avengers were falling apart, and a part of you was glad you never got involved in that mess.
That was until a certain pair of visitors arrived at your door, as you looked through the peephole to find Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff waiting in your apartment hallway.
Once you let them inside, they quickly stated their business, informing you that if you were going to come with them, it had to be now.
They didn’t explain too much, all you knew was that they needed help getting Captain America’s friend to safety, and in your moment of pure excitement, you agreed.
That moment changed your life forever. Was it for the better? For worse?
Who knows.
After leaving a note for your parents, you were on your way to Germany, with nothing but a spare stealth suit they had brought for you.
For your first fight, you think you did alright, especially against Avengers. It was a good opportunity to test your abilities in action, they allowed you to toss around Black Panther and Black Widow like ragdolls. Although you were caught, and briefly imprisoned in an ocean prison only to be broken free by Captain America himself, you enjoyed your life as a superhero.
The blip was hard, especially after fighting so hard in Wakanda, just to see your friends disappear before you. You stayed with Nat and Steve at the compound, miserable yet alive, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The surviving heroes stuck together, keeping each other updated on what was going around around the globe, and in Captain Marvel’s case, the galaxy. It was awfully lonely, knowing your parents were probably nonexistent, but their absence made no difference to you. They hadn’t reached out ever since the media had called you one of Captain America’s “war criminals.”
Hope was found once Scott Lang appeared at the doors of the compound, carrying his newfound knowledge of time travel and an imminent hunger to right what had been wrong and avenge all that had been lost. The plan to retrieve the stones from the past had been successful, but not without great loss.
Losing Nat was one of the greatest hardships of your life. She was like a sister, the best role model you could’ve ever asked for, and you were infinitely grateful to have had her in your life.
The battle with Thanos seemed impossible, even with the return of the world’s mightiest heroes, yet with the sacrifice from Tony Stark, Thanos and his army had been defeated.
The initial joy from the victory of the battle and the return of all that had been lost was short lived once you’d realized you had no one. You were alone.
Mostly everyone parted their separate ways. Natasha and Tony were dead. Steve had grown old. Everyone seemed to just go their own ways, leaving you to do the same. The home you had lived in for years had been blown to pieces by Thanos’ ships, so you had to find somewhere to stay until you got things sorted out.
Your first idea was to find your parents, yet it didn’t go well. Once you’d shown up on their doorstep, they reluctantly let you in, sitting down with you in the kitchen.
Surprisingly, they were proud of how you’d saved the universe, but they couldn’t hide their shame of your witchcraft and powers that you had hidden from them all those years. It wasn’t until a little boy with features similar to yours walked in from the living room, that you got up and walked out.
Clearly, they had moved on, restarted their family, leaving you behind.
Your next idea was to find someone who you thought might be feeling just as lonely as you, if not worse.
Wanda Maximoff.
The girl who had given you hope from the very beginning.
You had found her in a state of despair. She was a wreck, emotionally unstable. Her plans to live the American dream with Vision were ripped from them horrendously, leaving her heartbroken and alone.
You accompanied her to the plot of land they had planned to build their dream home, in the suburbs of a perfect little town named Westview. It was obvious she was on the verge of a breakdown, tired of holding herself together, but you hadn’t expected the cinematic creation that would result from her powerful explosion.
Westview became a television set, with Wanda and her newly revived husband Vision as the stars, and you, as a somewhat sentient neighbor.
Her other neighbor, “Agnes”, seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and from the very start you knew she was trouble. Your powers could sense her energy, the dark magic within her, and she knew all about you. Your rivalry on the television show made for good comedic relief, but in reality, it was you defending Wanda from Agatha Harkness and her greedy intentions.
Wanda’s world began to fall apart all around her, with increasingly strange behavior coming from the actors and confusing cameos, that eventually Agatha made her intentions known.
You had tried to take on Agatha, in a behind the scenes fight, but you had never fought another witch before, especially one as skilled in the craft as her. She ended up draining your power from you almost entirely, leaving a dark, emptiness within you.
This was the first time you remember feeling a physical difference in you. Your ability was full of light, energy, happiness – besides your emotions, the state of your being was always fulfilled and radiant, only emphasizing your positive emotions.
However the darkness was new, you could feel it immediately. It manifested everything wrong with your life, every negative feeling that swam through your nervous system. Once Agatha was defeated by Wanda, some of that darkness slipped away as Westview returned to its normal state, yet you were never truly the same.
After her family faded away, Wanda left the scene, running from her crimes. Watching from the curb, surrounded by emergency services and S.W.O.R.D., your eyes glared as they followed Wanda.
Her grief was understandable, you never blamed her for Westview, but leaving you behind like that, really pissed you off.
As you sat there, roughed up in your 2000s episode loungewear, a stylish woman with purple hair and tinted glasses strolled up beside you. With your chin in your palm, leaning on your knees, you stared at her high-heeled boots, waiting for her to say something.
“I’m not sitting on the ground, so if you’d like to stand up so I can talk with you that’d be great.”
You could tell from her tone she was pushy, yet serious so reluctantly, you pushed yourself up off the ground, brushing off your sweatpants and leaning against the military vehicle, awaiting whatever it was she had to say.
“First off, let me just say, your work as an Avenger is remarkable,” she flattered, “Yet there’s no “team” anymore, so I’m going to give you the opportunity to work for me.”
Your brows furrowed, looking at her as if she had just said the Earth was flat.
“Who the hell are you, exactly?”
“Right, I’m Valentina Allegra De Fontaine,” she said as she handed you her card, which you inspected immediately, only to find it blank on both sides.
Before you could ask her what the hell she wanted to hire you, you looked up to find her walking away towards a long black limo.
She didn’t even have to turn around, not even a glance over her shoulder, because you followed her immediately. What else would you have done? Where else would you have gone?
From what you remember, the car ride was quiet, but it was the peace you needed after the fear and uncertainty that encompassed you ever since Thanos.
Val had you completing several shadow ops assignments, gaining information for her, destroying incriminating evidence, anything to keep her in power. Pay was good, and you got to travel the world, but it wasn’t the same as before. The missions you went on were solo, unlike tagging along with Captain America. You hadn’t felt that lonely in forever.
Before, your powers felt like a gift. They were magical and bright, The golden glow represented your youthful pride and happiness in accomplishing your beloved dream. That golden light never shined when working for Val, you felt like it was hidden deep within you, with no need to escape. Instead, you worked with the darkness.
Using the shadowy haze that surrounded your soul, you sucked the lives out of anyone that came between you, and your mission.
It was definitely efficient, and that’s what Val liked about you. You were clean, quick, and successful. When you found out her plan was to get you and her other agents to kill each other, then burn your bodies along with the evidence of the sentry project, maybe a little part of you was hurt. That small, stupid part of you that actually thought she cared, even the tiniest bit, about you.
Now that you and the rest of the Thunderbolts received just the positive attention for saving the citizens of New York, she acted like it was all water under the bridge, and gave you all a new team name and a new home.
Sitting on your new bed, in your new room, looking out your window as the sun set over the New York skyline, you flipped through your journals. One by one, you reminisced on your life ever since you were 17, that teenage girl with a dream.
Skimming the words on every page, noticing the colored inks, the perfect font, the scribbling notes, every page displayed a different time in your life.
In between one of the pages, a small sticky note fell into your lap, containing a small sketch by Steve. It brought you back to the time when you joined Steve and the others in Scotland, just before saving Wanda and Vision from the children of Thanos. Making a mental note, you decided you’d give it to Bucky, knowing he might appreciate a remnant of his friend.
As you took out the next journal from the box on your bed, a knock in your door rang through the room.
Placing the book next to a glowing candle on your new nightstand, you made your way over to your door, somewhat expecting Bucky to be standing at your door. Out of all the Thunderbolts*, you’re closest to him.
Once you pulled open the door, you weren’t expecting to find Robert standing there, one arm wrapped around a small cardboard box, most likely containing all his belongings.
“Hi?”
“Hey, I um-” he brought his hand up to awkwardly rub his face as he began to speak, “The room next to you is open and I, well I just wanted to ask if you wouldn’t mind having a neighbor?”
Before you spoke, you watched his eyes look back into your room, noticing how it had already adopted your personal aesthetic in the mere half hour you’d had to unpack. It smelled like sandalwood and lavender, and he could see smoke swirling through the room, illuminated by the glow of the setting sun.
“Oh,” you thought for a moment. You hadn’t been the closest to Bob, but you didn’t want him to be nervous around you. Yelena had already chosen the room on the other side of you, so it was obvious you didn’t mind having neighbors. He was worried that you wouldn’t want him as your neighbor.
“I don’t mind, Bob,” you assured, bringing his focus back on you, “Really, it’s okay.”
He held eye contact with you for a moment, allowing you to notice just how deep blue his eyes are. It seemed like he was scanning your face to test your sincerity, his small smile letting you know you passed.
“Okay, great,” he grinned, looking down at his feet before he lightheartedly joked, “I promise I won’t snore.”
You smiled a bit as he walked away and entered his new room with a small wave, which you returned before turning back into your own quarters.
You continued to unpack your boxes until late in the night, taking the time to go through all your belongings and intentionally place them in their new designated spots. Once you got to the last box, you dug through its contents and put each away.
The last item that sat in the bottom of the box was your tarot deck, and something told you that now would be a good time to read a card or two. Folding up the cardboard box, you tossed it in a pile with the others before sitting down on the comforter of your new bed.
The flame of the candle burned high, the only thing lighting your room as you gave your deck three knocks, before taking out the cards and shuffling until you were satisfied.
The first card you pulled was Death, which you figured. This was a time for change in your life – a new home with new teammates, a public facing job after years of being in the shadows. In the last couple days your life had been thrown for a loop, and it had begun its rebirth.
Pulling one last card, you wanted to know what the future had in store for you, to narrow down the possibilities of this new life. Fingers skimmed the edges of the cards, back and forth along the deck until they chose the one, and slowly brought it out. You laid it out on your comforter and flipped it over to reveal – two of cups.
Unlike Death, you weren’t expecting this card. You thought maybe you would pull something that would bring wealth or power to mind, but the two of cups?
Looking down at the card, and the two people facing each other, what immediately came to mind was romance and attraction.
Love wasn’t something you ever had in mind. If you were ever asked, you just responded saying you never had time, you were too busy with work to put in the time and effort needed in a relationship.
But the truth was that you were scared – believing if people were attracted to you, it was because of your power, the light was what drew them in. No one could truly love your darkness, no one would understand it, and they would leave.
So, you never let anyone in. Because if you let someone know you, and find a place in your heart, they’d be the first, and you knew their memory would never leave you.
Placing the cards back in the deck, shuffling it absentmindedly, you repackaged them and placed them next to your candle before blowing it out.
The city lights dimly lit your room, but not enough to outweigh the darkness. You buried yourself under the covers, staring up at the ceiling, the cards still occupying your mind.
You never found it difficult to sleep when you were in hotels, staying in a different country practically every other night, but now that you were residing in a permanent location, your mind had to force itself unconscious.
After what seemed like hours, you finally turned to your side and were able to shut your eyes, slowly but surely falling asleep. However, what you didn’t notice were the two white irises across the room, watching you through the darkness.
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authors note: yay first wlw smut finally, it's 3:30 am and i wrote this under an hour and haven't proofread it yet cause i am going to crash the minute after i post this, also i know yelena is canonically aroace (so am i probably) but this is a work of fiction and so is she
~~
It had been a peaceful morning for you. The anxieties of the day before had been washed away with a good night’s sleep, leaving you feeling calm and refreshed for the day ahead.
After taking a soothing warm shower and getting dressed in some comfortable clothes, you made your way to the kitchen, excited for some of whatever Alexei had cooked up for the team that morning and a fresh cup of coffee.
On your way to the elevator, you bumped into Bob, who happily told you all about the book he had just finished reading the night before. It was about a chemist who starred in her own cooking show, and he highly recommended it and promised to let you borrow it anytime.
As you both walked into the kitchen, concluding your conversation about the novel, you noticed Walker and Ava already there. Typically, they would bicker back and forth about whether or not they should have waffles or pancakes or something similarly inconsequential, but this morning however, they seemed to be peacefully eating bacon and eggs and chatting like two normal people.
Alexei greeted you and Bob brightly as the two of you pulled out chairs and sat down, ready to enjoy the meals he had placed before you.
The food was delicious, contributing towards your good mood.
That was until Yelena walked in, wearing a black tank top and her hair slicked back, dripping wet from her morning shower. Once your eyes met her figure, you immediately choked on a bite of bacon.
You thanked Bob as he handed you your mug of coffee to sooth your throat, looking away from Yelena to catch your breath. How was it that she could look so good this early in the morning?
As she made her way over to the coffee maker, making conversion with Alexei, she pretended not to notice you sneaking glances at her. She was an assassin, of course she noticed.
You thought you were being subtle, but once she caught your gaze and held eye contact, giving you a small smirk before turning her attention back to stirring her coffee, you knew you were done for.
She walked around the table to pass by you, patting you on the shoulder as she said, “Training room. One hour,” and walked back down the hallway towards her quarters.
And there goes your good morning.
~~
Why did it have to be one hour? Why couldn’t it have been fifteen minutes? Ten, even?
Yelena’s absence in the kitchen let her command ring through your head, kicking in your anxiety for the day.
You placed your empty plate in the sink and took your mug of coffee with you back to your room, before setting it down on your nightstand to change into your training clothes. Once you stood fully dressed in your biking shorts, sports bra, and crewneck, you stood in the middle of your room, staring at the clock that stated only 7 minutes had passed.
Was she trying to torture you? Did she want you to heavily overthink your training session with her? Was it just going to be casual sparring or was she setting up some elaborate Ninja Warrior obstacle course in the middle of the room? Why one hour? Did she interpret your staring in the kitchen as you being an obsessed stalker and needed time to plan out a speech to let you down easy and nicely tell you to stay away from her?
The coffee sitting on your nightstand was definitely cold by now, as you paced back and forth, worries eating at you, heart racing slightly.
To calm yourself down, you face planted onto your bed, and just laid there for a few moments to relax your body and mind. Surely, there was no need to worry, she probably just thought you were weak and needed to work out more. Yes, that’s it.
With a quieter heartbeat, you sat up on the bed and levitated your coffee mug towards you, catching in your palms before taking a cold sip of caffeine. Now that you were less stressed, you might have time to stretch a bit before your training.
Looking over at your clock, you see that it’s only been - an hour and five minutes?
You froze for a moment, not truly believing your eyes, before you quickly placed the mug back on your nightstand, threw on your sneakers, and ran out your bedroom door.
The elevator seemed impossibly slower than usual as you stepped in place nervously, waiting for the doors to open and let you out onto the gym floor.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t be mad, maybe she wasn’t even there yet.
The elevator dinged as you quickly made your way out and to the training room, opening the door to find Yelena standing there in her training outfit. Her arms lay crossed across her chest, as she leaned slightly on her hip, looking impeccable yet impatient.
“You’re late.”
She eyed you up and down as you tried to explain yourself, “Yeah, I uh- lost track of time.”
She wasn’t going to bother pointing out the two different sneakers on your feet, so she began explaining your training session.
“Right, well, we’re going to practice sparring. You’re too heavily reliant on your powers to fight for you, so you’re not that good at hand to hand combat.”
That you knew. Of course, you could hold your own in a fight, but not too efficiently and not for very long.
“Okay, so we just start punching or-”
Before you could finish asking, Yelena threw the first punch, aiming a left hook right for your cheek before you caught it, using your powers.
“Shit, sorry. Let me try again,” you released your mind’s hold on her hand but before you could prepare yourself for another incoming punch, she quickly spun around, and swiped her leg through yours, taking out your balance and knocking you to the ground.
Trying to stay focused, you rolled to the side before she could drop down and land a punch, and tackled her onto her back. She quickly stabilized and flipped you underneath her, placing her knee and half of her weight onto your abdomen, the other knee on the floor between your thighs.
Before you could grab her shoulders and use leverage to throw her off, she took your wrists in her hands and pinned them above your head. The position the two of you were in and her sharp gaze over you made your skin flush pink as you avoided her eyes. Clearly, you lost the fight.
She cocked her head a bit and smiled down at you, “You’re really not good at taking control, or is it just because of me?”
You dared to look into her eyes, a daring look now bored into you, which gave you the tiniest bit of courage, but just enough.
With your arms pinned, the only thing you could do was buck your hips up slightly, your clothed clit barely meeting hers.
The look in her eyes turned dark as she grinned down at you, needy underneath her. She transferred one of your hands to be locked with the other above your head, as she used her free hand to lift up one of your thighs slightly, giving her a better angle as she grinded down against you. A whine left your mouth as she dragged her cunt across yours, feeling her lips through the friction of her shorts.
Your hair rubbed back and forth on the mat as your body moved with every thrust of her hips against yours. Her fingernails dug into your thigh as she let out the hottest groans you’d ever heard, looking up at her dazed and glowing face.
Slick was practically seeping out of your cunt, you could feel it soaking through the fabric between you, mixing with her wetness. Every whine and whimper you let out was higher than the last as you got closer and closer to your high, using your last bit of strength to break your arms free from her hold on them above your head and firmly dig them into her hips. You pulled her closer, meeting her thrusts with your own as you felt the wave building inside your stomach, feeling his clit bumping against yours over and over again was driving you insane.
“Lena, I’m gonna cum, please ah-,” you begged, growing closer and closer to your orgasm,”Please let me cum.”
Her own orgasm was building fast. She looked down as your flushed, moaning figure before bringing her unoccupied hand under your crewneck, dragging her nails across one of your nipples over your sports bra.
“Cum for me.”
With her permission and that last bit of stimulation, your back arched off the floor as you came, moaning out with each wave that crashed over you as you squirt against her cunt.
Watching you come undone and squirt against her was enough for Yelena’s orgasm, squeezing your breast as she moaned and grinded against you harder, riding out her high.
Once you both steadied your breathing, you stayed in the same position for a moment longer, admiring the other’s fucked out and sweaty face.
Yelena slowly removed her leg from between yours and lowered herself to press her lips against yours, in a passionate, slow and steady kiss. It took you a moment to remember how to move before you cupped her face in your palm and continued the kiss, before she helped you stand up and led you back upstairs so the two of you could shower.
However, when Bucky came in later to warm up for his training with Walker, he was pretty confused about the puddle sitting in the middle of the mat.
summary: bob had been helping you out by occasionally doing your laundry, but when you come back early from a mission, you find out he might've had some selfish motives
contents: panty thief bob, kinda perv! bob, m! masturbation, caught in the act, handjob
author's note: i'm so glad i have time to write again, i have so many wips just sitting in my google docs (dw one is survival of the fittest p3), and hopefully i will get them finished soon. i've been completely captivated by bob/lewis pullman for the last month but five hargreeves still has my heart dw
proofread, enjoy!
Years ago, you’d always imagined what it would be like for the Avengers to return to their glorious tower in the middle of Manhattan after a mission. Landing on the side of the sparkling skyscraper in a quinjet seemed like such an inaccessible fantasy when you were just starting out as a lowlife vigilante.
You never would’ve imagined that years later, you would live that very life you’d dreamed of.
The mission had gone rather smoothly, so smoothly in fact that instead of returning to the tower by late afternoon, you, Walker, and Ava made your way off the jet about twelve hours earlier than expected.
Since the task had been completed without casualties and was rather inconsequential, Walker decided that the three of you should wait until breakfast for a mission report with the other avengers.
“Now you can get back to your boyfriend that much faster, you’re welcome,” he had said smugly to you on the way to your quarters.
You knew exactly who he was talking about.
While you were still warming up to living with your new somewhat reclusive and impolite roommates, Bob was different. Yes, he was shy, but he did seem to be the most respectful of the bunch. He had his flaws but that didn’t stop him from trying to be a good person, for his new teammates and for himself.
Out of everyone, he was the one you turned to the most, the one you felt most comfortable with. You could tell he had grown accustomed to you as well, often finding him spending time reading or napping in your room. Of course, you didn’t mind.
Knowing how tempted he was to rot in his room, you were glad he could find comfort in your space. Occasionally, he gained the motivation to do the dishes or a couple loads of laundry, anything that would give him a sense of accomplishment, and possibly some praise from you.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Walker,” you said, exhaustedly rolling your eyes before bidding Ava goodnight as she disappeared into her room.
“Right, he just does chores for you and follows you around like a lost puppy because he’s just a loyal teammate,” Walker sarcastically retorted as he opened his bedroom door, giving you a smirk before he disappeared for the night.
You ignored his comment as you made your way to your bedroom, stationed farther down the hallway. Passing by Bob’s room, you noticed the door was slightly ajar, the darkness from the room seeping into the dimly lit hallway.
You stopped in your tracks as you tried to peek in the small opening to the room before walking closer, slowly creaking the door wider to see inside. With a quick flick of the lightswitch on the wall next to the door frame, the room illuminated before you to reveal Bob’s empty bed, sheets messy and pillows scattered.
If he wasn’t here, there was only one place he could be.
You flicked the lightswitch, darkening the room once again before gently pulling the door closed and continuing your way towards your room.
Bob had slept in your room many times before, but he had never stayed the night. He would nap during the day while you were downstairs training in the gym or in a conference with the team, since he wasn’t quite ready yet to participate.
Occasionally, you would lie next to him as he flipped through a novel, sometimes asleep from the exhaustion of your work as an avenger, other times awake and admiring his concentrated face as he consumed each page with a deep enthusiasm.
You approached your bedroom door with caution. The door was completely shut, the darkness and utter silence seeped under the door. An image of Bob flashed across your mind — him laying in your bed, his book still open in his hand, his thumb holding his place between the pages, mouth slightly open as his head lay peacefully on your cotton pillowcase.
Half of you wanted to just let him be and just sleep on one of the many couches in the living room, where several pillows and blankets had accumulated from the team’s movie nights.
The other half of you however was so exhausted from your mission and ached to retreat to your own bed that you didn’t mind sharing it, especially with Bob.
As quiet and gentle as you could be, you twisted the silver door knob and pushed your bedroom room open. The dim hallway light created a small path of sight in front of you, before it was outmatched by the darkness. You quickly tip-toed into the room and closed the door behind you, the faint click barely audible as the door shut completely.
The rooms in the compound were quite large – with their own personal bathrooms and a good amount of floor space.
It took you a while to get used to the new layout, but after some time you memorized it enough to navigate your way to your bed in the darkness. There was a small hallway when you first walked in, and as you calmly walked through, you expected to turn and faintly see Bob, illuminated by the faint moonlight shining through your window, completely oblivious to the world as he lay asleep.
But what you actually found when you turned the corner, well, you definitely could not have expected it.
Splayed across your bed, wearing a black shirt that lay high on his abdomen, exposing his toned abs, and a pair of grey sweatpants that were tugged down almost to his knees. His eyes were shut tight. Not with sleep, but with devoted concentration.
You froze in place for a moment, before quietly moving to hide behind the corner of the wall, peeking out of the darkness to witness the scene before you.
His lip was bitten between his teeth, head thrown back as he worked his hand, stroking himself. You noticed something in his hand as you stared, a familiar pair of underwear you hadn’t realized had been missing till now.
Now that you thought about it, you had been missing quite a few pairs since Bob had started helping you out with your laundry.
The soft cotton of your white panties wrapped around Bob’s cock was a sight unexpected, but not unwelcome.
As he lay in your bed, whines slipping through his teeth, bucking into his fist, you stood quietly across the room.
Your thighs squeezed slightly as you watched him, so needy in your own bed, completely unaware you had come back early to catch him so vulnerable.
His curls had fallen over the beads of sweat on his forehead, and his pace was growing more reckless. He brought his hand that had been grabbing at your comforter to his face, covering his mouth as his moans became harder to stifle.
You would’ve loved to watch as he made himself come undone in your bed, but where would that leave you?
Leaving your hiding spot, you stealthily made your way over to your bed. His eyes were still closed tightly, so he didn’t notice your presence until you spoke.
“So, that’s where those went.”
His eyes flew open, looking up to see you looking down at him, and he froze. One hand stayed put around his cock, and the other moved to cover as much of his face as possible, hiding his utter embarrassment.
“Oh– I’m sorry – I-”
Bob had no idea how to explain himself.
Yes, he had been sleeping in your room while you were away on missions. His room was just too lonely and your bed smelt like you. He just felt so much more comfortable surrounded by everything that reminded him of your presence even when you weren’t there.
Yes, he had taken a few pairs of your underwear from your laundry. He didn’t want to seem weird, he was so afraid of scaring you off. He just wanted . . . some material, and surely you wouldn’t notice just a couple items going missing, right?
And yes, he had been . . . relieving himself in your room. Again, it smelt so much like you. He had already spent a majority of his time there. He was just too nervous to tell you how he really felt about you, how much he really needed you, craved you even. He made sure his visits were completely undetectable afterwards, and he always locked the door. Almost always, anyway.
He was mortified. The one time he realized he forgot to lock the door, there you were, staring down at him in his most vulnerable moment.
Your hand threaded through his brown locks as you looked down at him. He peeked between his fingers to watch your face – you didn’t seem that upset.
Your pupils were dilated as your eyes scanned over him, stopping to watch his still hand around himself, before looking back up to meet his eyes.
“Can I help with that?”
His eyes grew wide as he groaned, his shoulders dropping their tense stance as his hand dragged down his face, “Please.”
You motioned for him to scoot over, as he quickly scrambled to give you room. He watched with wide, anticipating eyes as you climbed onto the bed with him, laying directly to the side of him.
With one hand, you turned his chin towards yours, and encapsulated him in a kiss.
The kiss was smooth, soft, yet he almost embarrassingly whined into your mouth. He finally had a taste of you, and it would be impossible for him to let go.
His free hand pulled you closer from the back of your neck, as you reached down blindly and replaced his other hand with yours.
As your thumb carefully brushed over his tip, he moaned through your lips. You kept moving your thumb in slow circles, and he had completely fallen apart. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, attempting to hide his flushed face and you kept working your hand so perfectly around him, especially with your own panties now in your grasp.
You felt his breathy moans against the skin of your neck as he tried to bury himself into you, tugging you as close as possible as he moved his arm around your waist, bucking into your hand.
His moans turned into whines as he grew more sensitive by the second, and it wasn’t long before he gently bit into your neck, and spilled all over your fist. He could’ve melted into you as he came, having never felt so blissful in his life. His hips kept shaking until he stilled, no longer able to handle the overstimulation.
Reaching over to your bedside table, you pulled a couple tissues from their box and gently cleaned him up, as well as your hands, before tossing your panties across the room into your laundry basket.
You admired his face for a moment, eyes closed and mouth left slightly open, as his head lay back against your pillow, before carefully tugging up his boxers as his sweats.
You thought he had already fallen asleep, as his chest was steadily falling and rising with every breath, however when you went to rest by his side, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, resting his chin on the top of your head as you smiled into his chest, a bit more thankful that he’d been doing your laundry.
author's note: a fic about someone other than five hargreeves? from me? shocking!! but i am so in love with bob rn i've seen thunderbolts twice in theatres already and i cannot get enough of him - not proofread! pleaseeee send bob requests in my inbox 🙃
Late nights were always the best in the new Avengers tower.
The hallways were incredibly quiet, with everyone residing in their own personal spaces until morning when the team would return to their mission planning and let their snarky comments loose on each other.
It had been a long time since you lived in New York City. After spending years on the run, then flying around the globe completing missions for Valentina, you were glad to finally have a stable home again.
Your room was dim, lit solely by a few candles on your nightstand as you lay against your headboard, with your sketchbook and pencil unmoving in your hands as you were undecided on what to draw, yet you held the urge to create. You often did at this hour, when all else is silent, your mind tends to get creative.
As you tapped the end of your pencil against your page, brainstorming while staring at the bright nighttime lights of Manhattan through your large window, you heard noises that didn’t match up to the taps of your eraser.
When you paused, holding still to listen, you heard the sound of footsteps, pacing back and forth outside your door. Setting your pencil between the pages of your sketchbook, you gently laid it on the bed next to you as you quietly climbed off the mattress.
As you peeked slightly under the door, you could see the footsteps. The owner of the socked feet was ambiguous, but you had a strong feeling you knew who it was.
You tip-toed over and gently opened the door, watching the culprit freeze in his place.
Bob stood there, with a look of surprise on his face. His dark blue eyes wide as his brown hair framed his face. He hadn’t expected you to be up at this hour, let alone catch him standing outside your door.
He was wearing a black crewneck and plaid sweatpants, the same outfit you’d seen him in for the last three days. His face was flush and his brain was still thoughtless as he stared into your soul.
“Hi Bob,” you calmly greeted, noticing his tense shoulders, “You okay?”
“Yeah- yeah I’m fine, just um-” his body regained motion as he fidgeted with his fingers, the sleeves of his crew neck pulled over the palms of his hands, “I uh - didn’t expect you to be up this late.”
“I’m always up this late,” you smiled at him, “Come in, come in.”
You motioned for him to come inside as you returned to your spot on top of your comforter, picking up your sketchbook, your pencil moving with a mind of its own.
He shyly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He had never been in your bedroom before, and he couldn’t help but take a moment to observe it. It was like a museum of your entire personality in one room, with evidence of your many hobbies and interests- books, movies, cds, art supplies - covering every inch of your living space.
Looking up for your initial sketch, you watched as he slowly moved his gaze across your room, tugging his sleeves and absentmindedly smilingly.
Since you’ve met him, you’ve wanted to connect more with Bob. The two of you had become friends now that you’ve been living together for a little while, but he was still a little shy around you.
“So what’s up, Bob?” you asked, returning your attention to your drawing, “Couldn’t sleep?”
He kept looking around as he answered, “I did for a little bit, but I uh- had a nightmare and just, you know.”
You all had nightmares. Every few nights you heard at least one of your teammates screaming through the walls of the tower. Bob’s nightmares were rather frequent, unfortunately.
He sat down on the edge of your bed, rubbing his socks along your carpeted floors, creating a static charge, as he stared down at his hands.
“Same thing?” you asked. He nodded.
Ever since the day the void took over New York, he had felt so guilty, so sorry for everything he had caused. It haunted his dreams as he closed his eyes, willingly entrapping himself in darkness. Trapping himself with the void.
The team was always there to reassure him that they were there for him, and that he wasn’t alone. But sometimes he felt they were only saying that so he wouldn’t destroy the world with his new god-like powers. Not that he wanted to, he just wanted to help people, and maybe help himself along the way, but it would take a lot of patience and practice before he was ready for missions.
On one of your first nights in the tower, you had been walking by his room on your way to the kitchen for a midnight snack when you’d heard him, frantically gasping and trying to catch his breath. That was the night you’d reassured him that he could always come to you to talk about whatever he needed. That offer stuck as the two of you talked more and more, and he slowly grew more comfortable with you.
“It’s just,” he paused, not knowing how to start, “I just think I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
You looked up, about to protest before he continued.
“I stay around the tower, barely leaving my room, barely contributing anything while your guys go save lives and fight bad guys and whatever else Avengers do.”
“That’s not true, Bob,” you disagreed, “You might not think we notice, but we really appreciate everything you do. I don’t think any of us know how to wash a dish without chucking it at someone,” you laughed slightly, lightening the mood.
“And we don’t just keep you around because we think you’ll be good enough for the team one day,” you explained, “You mean a lot to us.”
His dark blue eyes shone with a ray of golden as he looked over at you, emotion behind his eyes as your words hit his heart, “Really?”
“Of course,” you smiled, adding a few finishing touches in your sketchbook before setting your pencil down on your nightstand. You sat up next to Bob, his shoulder brushing yours, as you handed him your sketchbook to show him the page you’d been working on ever since he’d stepped foot through your door.
The sketch of him exhibiting a shy smile in such perfect detail made him tear up a bit. He couldn’t believe someone could pay such close attention to him, take such great care in the accuracy of his image, and picture him in such delight.
He bashfully chuckled as he admired the sketch before turning back to you, “You’re really talented, this looks great,” he complimented.
“Maybe it’s you that looks great,” you quipped in return, causing his face to flush as he looked back at the drawing.
A yawn escaped your lips as you looked out the window once more, seeing the dark night sky becoming an increasingly lighter blue.
“It’s probably time to sleep,” you said, moving under your comforter as you extended an invitation, “You’re welcome to stay if you want.”
He smiled, closing your sketchbook and placing it on your night stand, making sure to blow out your candles before climbing in next to you.
He hadn’t felt too tired since waking up from his nightmare, but curling up next to you, feeling your arms wrap around his back as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, allowed him to feel just at peace enough where he could close his eyes, and feel safe in the darkness that surrounded him.
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.
~~~
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.
~~~
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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diva ive had breeding kink five hargreeves on my mind is this perhaps a thing u would write 😭🙏 IF NOT DWDWDWDW NO PRESSURE
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five hargreeves x reader (smut)
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word count: 1.1k
warnings: 18+ (takes place in s1 but five is 20), smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink
summary: after finding the person whom you believed would cause the apocalypse dead, you and five go back to the academy to celebrate . . .
author's note: thanks for the request! i wrote this in like an hour which is surprising since i've been working for like 3 weeks now on my sex pollen fic, i've rewritten the plot like three times now and i had no idea how i wanted to write the smut so this was good practice, i'm still working on it but i really want to wait till i'm happy with it before i put it out so sorry for the wait! (also i was listening to gracie abrams on repeat while writing this so i just used it for the title lol)
You’d never been so relieved to see such a mutilated corpse. In your line of work it wasn’t something you often needed to do yourself, only quick headshots to take out your marks, but this was a work of art.
With Leonard Peabody, or Harold Jenkins, or whatever his name was, dead, that meant the world was saved. You and Five had completed your lifelong goals, finally delayed the inevitable end, and now you had all the time in the world.
So how were you going to spend it?
~~~
As soon as you and Five had returned to the academy with Klaus and Diego, he quickly blinked the two of you away. You thought maybe he’d spend the next few hours calculating the possibilities that the apocalypse was really over, that the death of Harold Jenkins was really what stopped it, or something along the lines of that.
But no.
Without even giving you a moment to catch your breath, he shoved you into his bedroom door. His mouth immediately crashed into yours, his hand moving from its tight grasp on your waist to lock the door. Once you realized what was happening you kissed back fervently, hands entangling themselves in his hair, your mind on autopilot.
Finally, the theatrical professionalism the two of you had convened throughout your partnership had come to its fortunate demise.
His lips moved to place rough kisses along your jawline, and with one of his cold hands holding your neck in place, he scraped his teeth along your throat, sucking bites into the soft skin. The back of your head hit the wood of the door as you looked up, your bottom lip bit between your teeth as you tried to stay as quiet as possible, keeping your whimpers to the lowest decibel possible. This didn’t go unnoticed by Five, as he smirked and bit a little harder onto your neck, letting a little yelp fall from your mouth as you pulled on his hair.
In a blue flash, he blinked the two of you away from the door and onto his bed. He tossed a couple pieces of chalk onto the floor before he let himself pounce on your once more. His mind was empty, finally all the equations were gone, and the calculations, all the possibilities.
All that was left was you.
You were all he cared about at that moment. And all he wanted was to be all over you, smother himself in you. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He wanted you under him, and he wanted to feel you around him.
The two of you make quick work of your clothes, quickly tugging off your pants like two horny teenagers. You help him undo the button on his dress shirt and he unclasped your bra. You both still had your underwear on, and his hand reached between your legs, feeling just how damp the fabric was and smiling into your neck.
“Please,” you whispered, almost inaudibly, as you begged for his touch.
He slid his fingers under your panties and collected the slick, using it to smoothly slide them into you with ease, opening you up for him.
With your mouth to his ear, he could hear every little noise you made, making the tent in his boxers almost painful, as he rutted against your thigh to relieve it slightly, before deciding he couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his fingers, sliding them along his tongue, memorizing your taste, before introducing it to you. He kissed you harshly once again as he tried to maintain his balance with one arm and slide down his boxers with the other.
With his mouth on your, he slid himself through your folds, as you exchanged moans. He didn’t move at first, not wanting to immediately come and ruin this for the two of you, but you were so warm, so tight around him. He rested his forehead on your as he started to move, grinding himself into that spot deep within you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You held each other close, arms wrapped tight around the other, wanting to keep the proximity as if you were going to melt into each other with pleasure.
“Can I-” his own moans interrupted his words, but he had you to finish his sentence for him.
“Inside. Please.”
This moment was driving him insane more than anything that’s ever happened to him in his unconventional life. He must’ve died. They must’ve failed and succumbed to the world’s end. There was no way this was happening to him because what has he ever done that was so good to deserve this. You, begging him to fill you up with his come, drove his outrageously hormonal brain insane.
He kept driving into you, his pace steady, his hands moving to feel your body one more time, grazing your breasts before he felt himself getting closer.
He buried his face in your neck and started sucking to keep himself quiet, but this didn’t help. You grasped his hair once again, and as he fucking you with more intensity, trying desperately to get you both to your climaxes, you could feel the pressure build.
“I’m . . gonna-”
Just before the wave washed over you, you heard him groan against the slobbery, bruised skin on your neck, his pace stuttering to a slow stop, as the warmth pumped into you. You feared your eyes would fall back into your head with how far they were rolled back, and you used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in his dark hair to cover your mouth as you moaned out, pulsing around him.
The two of you paused, sweaty and groaning, still completely immersed in the other. Five had never been in such a state of peace. Still in a daze with his cock still buried deep within you, being the only thing keeping his come from spilling out of you, and your hand subconsciously combing through his hair, he wanted to stay like this forever.
You were on the very verge of falling asleep, the sensitivity from your orgasm nearly died down before you felt him move once again. In his very relaxed state, he slowly moved himself in and out, groaning once again at the overstimulation, feeling the come around him, dripping down your legs and onto his sheets. Neither of you cared about the mess, as he stilled once again, too sensitive to continue any more stimulation, and fell asleep in the crook of your neck.
~~~
author's note: these things are so awkward to write but after i'm quite proud of myself
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So in your five hargreeves x fem! reader sex pollen apocalypse fic, will there be a 💦marathon💦 since they got pollened (is that even a word?? Idk how to describe it)????
Just curious that's all heh also love your works sksksk 🩷🩷🩷
I'm trying to get better at writing smut so this fic will just be me trying to be more descriptive and overall just get better at writing those scenes and dynamics so i can definitely add a couple rounds ;)
i've spent last night writing backstory and plot cause i want this to be a more in-depth oneshot but i'll be writing smut tonight and tomorrow if i need more time so if you have any more ideas you want to see included please let me know!!
i just started working on a five hargreeves x fem! reader sex pollen apocalypse fic and i really wanted to get the vibe together before i keep writing lol
I also wanted to come here and say thank you to everyone who has been reading my works, i first posted 'across the universe' thinking no one would see it but alot of people did and its really made me enjoy writing these stories for you. I've seen people say that the fandom is dying and writers are leaving and while sadly that may be the case, i plan to stick around since i have loved the umbrella academy with all my being ever since the first season came out and i really enjoy putting my two cents in with my stories lol
i appreciate everyone whose left a comment, liked, or even just read one of my works, it means so much, and if anyone has a request my inbox is open and i really enjoy writing your prompts and ideas
i've been working here and there on a couple different works with my free time so hopefully i can be more consistent in posting lol
thanks for reading my little update :) ill add the link to that new fic once im done!
