After Office Hours | [ Toxic! Rival x Male! Reader ]
! MDNI !
pairing : black flag rival x male reader
content warning : NON-CON, black flag character, toxic dynamic, intoxication/drugging, bondage (blind fold and gagged), blackmail
author's note : this is another old work i never got to publish completely, so i'll put it out there for now as a filler! please heed the content warnings and proceed with caution. happy reading!
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silas cromwell was a man of academic excellence. from his early years in the military academy up until the day he graduated, silas was consistently at the top of his class which easily earned him the respect and admiration of almost everyone around him. he was a role model, the perfect student that everyone adored.
despite being well off in terms of reputation and academics, silas's name always seemed to linger solely in second place when it came to overall ranking. the name above his; your name.
seeing it never failed to sour his mood.
now, his dark eyes were fixed on the name tag attached to the left side of your uniform, a grimace twisting his features. his supervisor stood tall beside you with a hand on your shoulder, happily introducing you to your new co-workers who greeted you with mirroring enthusiasm.
silas could feel his gaze drifting away from your form, drowning out the rest of the interaction as a pang of irritation hits him. he hated you; your voice, your presence, everything. he hated how you were better than him in every aspect.
you were instantly swarmed with questions by everyone who welcomed you warmly; everyone except silas. the male stood up to head outside with a box of cigarettes in hand, slipping out of the bustling room to clear his throbbing head.
the frown on his lips refused to leave as he placed a cigarette in between them, his other hand searching for the lighter that was supposed to be inside his pocket only to find it missing. his hand brushed his dark locks back with an annoyed sigh. his day wasn't going as well as he expected it to go.
just as he was about to head back inside, silas jolted as a lighter greeted him out of nowhere, sparking to life and lighting his unlit cigarette. the tension in the officer's shoulders eventually eased as he took a deep drag of the lit cigarette, directing his gaze to thank the person who had lent him a light only for his expression to harden.
"silas cromwell?" silas watched as you placed the lighter inside your chest pocket. he stared at you with a dumbfounded expression, too lost in his own thought. he didn't bother to hide his displeased expression that did not go unnoticed by you. "not much of a talker, i see."
you awkwardly shuffled slightly away from him, concerned that you might've been invading his personal space. the silence between you and silas stretched on, the cigarette in between his lips staying neglected.
did you remember him from the military academy ? that couldn't be; you were in different classes and had never crossed paths before.
after a long pause, silas exhaled another puff of smoke, finally deciding to snap out of his trance. "yea," he spoke, holding the cigarette between his fingers.
hearing his voice, your smile returned, contrasting silas's lingering displeased expression. that was his first interaction with you after all those years. a face to finally match the name that had long stirred silas's competitive spirit.
as expected, everyone was quick to take a liking on you, much to silas's annoyance. even his friends constantly sang praises about you which would earn them a hard glare from silas. it was clear that silas was bothered by your presence in the workplace, stirring up insecurity inside of him. you were quick to adapt and gain everyone's respect.
a month into working in the same department, you were already deemed as a hero for solving a missing person case that had long gone cold, a huge feat that set you on a path towards a promising promotion.
the sight of your success ignited something within silas. four years in your shadow was enough. he had to be better than you this time even if he had to go the extra mile to ruin you.
he considered extreme measures— framing you for murder, planting drugs on your desk, or any other nefarious scheme that could tie you to wrongdoing. but, it wasn't enough for him to see you behind bars. that wasn't what he aimed for. he needed to completely ruin you; humiliate you.
it only took a few drinks between 'friends' to have you all putty in his hands that night, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. he didn't expect you to be such a lightweight, but it was convenient for him to set his plan in motion.
it wasn't an easy task dragging you around in your drunken state, but silas was satisfied with the end product of his work; you were fully stripped of your clothing with both hands cuffed together in front of you, silas's own cuffs used.
a tripod sat at the edge of his bed, a camera set up to face your vulnerable state. all he had to do was take a picture and finish up, but that wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. it wouldn't be enough to make up for the four years that you have overshadowed him.
rising from the wooden chair he had nested himself in, silas stalked towards his own bed where you laid unconscious, placing the cigarette between his fingers and onto the ash tray that sat on his bedside table.
the camera's light illuminated a crimson red color, indicating that it was recording everything.
silas's gloved hand slowly traced a line down your exposed stomach, feeling you shudder slightly with his touch. your still breathing turned frantic the lower his hand slid down your torso.
you were awake.
an unsuspected smile ghosted silas’ lips as he watched you react to his touch. there was something about seeing you in such a position; all vulnerable under him after overshadowing him for years at end.
now that silas had all control over whatever would happen to you after this was all over, he’d be sure to make the most of it.
silas relished over the power he now held over you. his hand trailed lower until it eventually cupped your hardening cock with slow, deliberate strokes, feeling it throb and grow in his gloved hand.
he leaned down, his hot breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "i know you're awake, you fucking liar, your cock’s twitching in my hand." his other gloved hand reached up, groping and kneading at your chest, pinching your nipples roughly. he could feel them stiffen under his touch.
the moment he spoke, you instantly recognized his voice. you tried to speak through the gag, but your voice only turned out muffled.
with a sharp twist, silas pinched at a nipple, delighting in the muffled yelp that escaped the gag around your mouth.
the camera captured every inch of exposed skin, every twitch and shiver. the sight of you helpless made something stir inside of him. it was everything he ever dreamed of.
silas crawled onto the bed, straddling your hips and pinning your wrists above your head. he left your cock twitching and neglected, clothed erection rubbed against your bare one, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your lower half.
he leaned down. "let’s give the camera a real show, shall we?" he punctuated his words by grinding his hips roughly.
silas sat back on his knees, his hands moving to the button of his pants. with a swift tug, he popped it open, letting his straining erection spring free. It slapped against your belly, hard and heavy, pulsing with need.
your eyes widened behind the blindfold, your breathing growing heavier. silas ignored your muffled protests and reveled in the power he held over you now.
his hands moved to squeeze your thighs apart, settling himself in between your spread legs and resting them over his shoulders.
he gripped the supple flesh of your ass hard, kneading and squeezing. “take a deep breath if you want this to hurt less,” he warned, but pushed past the tight ring of muscle before you could even react.
a muffled groan escaped you, the lack of lubricant making the stretch burn more than it should. the leather around your eyes were stained with tears and your fingers scratched at the sheets below you.
silas ignored your pained state and pulled back with the tip left inside before slamming back in. your back arched at the sudden fullness, legs flailing around as soon as silas began thrusting.
you could hear his deep groans and heavy breathing with how close you two were. he had pressed against you, placing you into a mating press as he erratically slid in and out of you.
there were no words exchanged, he didn’t kiss you either. not even once, nor did he grant you the privilege of release.
as soon as you felt the familiar heat of his climax painting your insides white, silas pulled out of you with a crisp pop. you could feel some of his cum gushing out of your hole and trailing down your thighs.
your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. the gag tied around your mouth was already wet with your own drool that trickled down your chin. silas captured it all.
he took the camera out of its tripod and sauntered back onto the bed, pointing the lens towards your ruined form. you could feel the heat of the light through the blindfold, making you flinch slightly.
“stay in your place if you don’t want any of this getting released.” he threatened as he ended the clip, the flash of the camera going cold as it turned off. “nod.”
he watched as you weakly moved your head once in a pathetic attempt of a nod. a smile curled onto his lips, and to your surprise, he leaned down and left a chaste kiss on your lips before leaving the room with no further explanation.
