Hate Is A Strong Word - Alec Hardy

Hate is a strong word - Alec Hardy

Warnings: me writing for another old man, language, mentions of crime??? not spell checked or proofread

Summary: Alec hates everyone. He hates everything, even the ground he stands on, so it would make sense that he disliked you just as much, right?

It had been a long day for Alec Hardy. One full of bright smiles from strangers that made his skin crawl in disbelief, and people with little to no thoughts when he needed assistance at work. Not that he would properly admit he needed assistance, but rather resources to speed up what seemed to be a never-ending process.

You'd been with him for an extensive part of the day too, wandering about the place and sifting through evidence and information rather silently. You weren't usually so quiet, but today there was a shift, an empty gap where your voice should have been, playing against Alec's ears.

He doesn't say anything about it. He knows he should, that it is what a real friend would do, but is he your friend? He's not quite sure where the line is drawn, especially when the relationships he's had in the past—the ones where coworkers became more—had ended badly.

Besides, Alec hadn't been the best friend or coworker lately, to anyone, let alone you. He'd been stressed, and still is, yelling out to people who had little to no common sense when it came to solving a crime. He understood if you didn't want to speak to him, and everyone else in the offices had resorted to silence when he passed, but he did in fact like your voice surrounding him when he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much.

"Y'alright?" he dares to ask, glancing up from the computer screen only briefly to make sure you've heard him. You seem startled, and nod quickly, as though you'd not wanted him to notice something was off. As if you'd not expected him to notice, which seems to make Alec feel worse.

"Yeah, m'fine." you send him something of a smile, though it doesn't seem entirely real, or reassuring. The attempt was made though, and Alec decides that it's best not to push things. He should push it, he thinks, he should check on you properly, like a normal and reasonable person. But he doesn't.

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You knew Alec wasn't easy to get along with, though that didn't stop you from trying. He was the living embodiment of pessimism, and even then you were willing—willing to try and be a friend, a companion in the harsh reality that was your workplace. But after a while it could get tiring, and you weren't stupid. When Alec was mad, it wasn't worth the fight.

Today, you stayed silent, tired and unwilling to befriend someone who didn't want the mere contact of another human being in the current moment, if at all. And somehow, you saw a change in him. Only small, but there.

He'd raised his head, and asked how you were. You weren't sure what to do with that, and you'd answered how you would anyone, an unconvincing but reasonable answer that anyone who asks said question wants to hear.

And then there was quiet, a heavy peace between the both of you as you worked.

You had expected it all to end there, but the next day it all seemed to return in a wave of repetitiveness similar to that of television advertisements. Alec walked at your side, a sway in his step as he looked out toward the ocean, arms swinging in a pattern as he set the pace. He always walked fast, and it probably wasn't that good for him, not that he cared.

"You sure you're alright?" he isn't looking at you as he's says it, he's scared to do that, to make it too formal, too pointed. He also knows the question startles you a little, just as it had done the day before.

"Why d'you keep asking me that?" the frown that creases your forehead is one Alec now acknowledges as he shifts his gaze to your face, unsure how to answer.

"You're not acting like yourself—like usual." he puts it simply, plainly, hoping he can get through just enough emotion to make the statement substantial.

"I told you I was fine."

"Yeah, but it didn't sound like the truth, did it?" He doesn't want to turn this into a fight. It shouldn't have to be a fight because he shouldn't care enough to make it one, but he does.

"Because when a coworker asks how you are, they don't really want to know." You sound more agitated than you should. It's just a question, but it's the kind of question a lot of people don't like to be asked, you included. Alec doesn't like the subject either when it applies to him. He's avoided giving an answer of his own when you've asked him many times before.

"But I do want to know!" at some point Alec stopped walking, destination long forgotten in favor of this moment. You pause yourself, turning to him with nothing less than the purest frustration.

"Why on earth would you want to know?" the genuine confusion that laces the words is like a cut against Alec's skin, though he doesn't let himself bleed. It may have been dawning on him, just how much his distant personality affected others. "You hate it here, in this town with these people, with me and the office and the ocean. You hate everything!" Something's come over you, something you've been wanting to say for a while. "I never understood why you couldn't be happy for more than a second. I actually don't think I've seen you smile once since you came here, and I tried so hard to be your friend on this case, because god forbid I let you drown yourself in loneliness. But you never give anything back, so why do you want to know how I am?"

"Because I don't hate you," he doesn't dare say it too loud, because honestly he finds some embarrassment in the fact. Not that he enjoys your company but that he has only just made this realization now. "I tried to though, believe me. But I couldn't."

That forces you to focus and fall into a short silence. One that allows Alec time to say more, though he doesn't have much else on his mind. "So, how are you?"

There's a moment where you don't say anything, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore accompanies the light smile that begins to creep upon your lips. It's a gentle kind of grin, as though your pleased with yourself at long last, before you mumble a response.

"I'm a lot better now."

To that Alec allows himself to chuckle, taking the first step to start your journey once more. "Good. Now, let's get going before this gets sappy."

He has to move on from it fast, because god forbid he let his feelings catch up to him again. Though he does feel a little better, knowing you're okay.

Do u write for Markus?(dbh)

Hi, yes, I do! He might not be my ultimate favourite character in the DBH game, but I feel like I can grasp his personality and character well enough to write for him!

This (William Afton x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello! Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that big of a response on my first fic so thank all of you so much!! I've got brain rot real bad about this man, so expect a lot of fics for him. Now, onto the fun part. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ FIC AHEAD, MDNI, age gap (reader is in college, William is in his 40's/50's), jealous William, hinted that he killed your terrible coworker if you squint, thigh riding, unprotected sex, pnv sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, some spanking but it's nothing too intense, size difference (I just love me a big man what can I say?), cock warming, Reader is 5'0/152cm because that's how tall I am, whoops) dom William, slight degradation, definite praise, pining, domestic!William, OOC William, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names sweetheart, honey, pretty little thing, bunny (I think that's everything, please let me know if I forgot any tags!)

Word count: 8,058

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You tapped softly on your boss’s half open door. You heard him finish up a phone call, the receiver clicking as he hung up. “Come on in.” He calls cheerfully. You push open the door, his gaze softening as it landed on you.

“Mr. Afton, can I talk to you really quick?” You ask nervously, anxiously tracing over the cold brass doorknob with your finger.

“Of course you can. Shut the door, come on in.” You do as he says, you swallow thickly as the door clicks shut behind you. You sat in one of the stiff pizzaria chairs he had at his desk, the once vibrant clumps of geometric shapes beginning to fade with age. “What can I do for you sweetheart?” He folds his hands in front of him as he shoots you a small smile. You always found yourself growing flustered under his gaze, your eyes darted to the nameplate that sat on his desk, tracing over the neat gold letters as you tried to steady your pounding heart.

“I was just wondering if you could stop scheduling me with Kyle?” You mutter, cursing internally at how stupid your request sounded.

“What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?” The sudden flash of anger in his voice was unmistakable.

“No, nothing like that. It just feels like he always goes out of his way to give me the worst jobs. A kid throws up in the ball pit, I have to clean it up. A parent gets too drunk and trashes a table, I'm the one on my hands and knees making sure there's no fragments of glass still stuck in the carpet. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, I'm not trying to start problems-”

“(Y/N).” His gentle tone makes you freeze. Your eyes drift up to meet his. He reaches across his desk, holding his hand out for you. You tentatively slip your hand into his, your breath shaky as you watch him trail his thumb over your knuckles. His skin was so warm, you looked so small and delicate compared to him. “I'll deal with Kyle, okay? You're too pretty to be doing those jobs anyways.” You can't help but blush as he winks at you. He stands up, his height allowing him to tower over you as he walks you to the door, his hand on the small of your back. “Have a good night sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, Mr. Afton.” You smile coyly at him as you turn to leave. He leans against the door way, his arms crossing over his chest as he scans over the pizzeria.

“Kyle!” He barks. “Come see me at the end of your shift bud, we need to have a little chat.” You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you pushed out of the building.

When you came back the next day you expected to see Kyle seething with rage over whatever punishment Mr. Afton had dished out, but he was nowhere to be found. You wandered back towards your boss’ office, wanting to let him know you had arrived to start opening. “There's my favorite girl.” He grins as you poke your head through the doorway. “Come sit, I took care of opening prep, you relax.” He nods in the direction of one of the chairs across from him. He never takes his eyes off of you as you sit rigidly in the seat. “You look tired, would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.” He attempts to wave you off, both of your actions cut short by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Excuse me.” You look away awkwardly.

“I guess something a little more substantial than coffee is in order here.” He stands, motioning for you to follow him. You trail behind him as he leads you into the kitchen, the smell of the greasy premade pepperoni pizza baking in the oven practically making your mouth water. He grabs the wooden peel, expertly flicking the pizza onto it and retrieving it from the industrial sized oven. “So you haven't eaten and you look exhausted.” You cringed slightly as you waited for him to chastise you, knowing how bad it looked that you weren't showing up to your job with your best foot forward. He sets the pizza on a metal tray, leaving it to cool as his focus directs itself onto you. He takes a few long, agonizingly slow strides towards you. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You found yourself immediately growing flustered at the sound of the familiar pet name. Mr. Afton had been using the endearment since you had started, yet hearing it roll so effortlessly off of his tongue never failed to make your cheeks grow warm and arousal to pool between your legs.

“Yeah, it's stupid.” You try to brush your earlier problems of the day away, not wanting to bring attention to what you believed would come off as a childish reason to be upset. Seeing the concerned looks in your boss’ eyes prompted you to continue. “I got into a fight with my roommate today and I ran out of time to eat because we were arguing. I'm sorry-”

“Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize.” A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. “I'm worried, not upset.” His shoes enter your line of sight, which was currently trained on the floor, as he steps in front of you. A set of warm fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek, pushing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen out of your messy attempt at tying it back. You slowly meet his hazy green eyes, a patient smile adorning his lips as he waits for his words to settle. You gave him a small nod in response. You walk out onto the main floor of the pizzeria, the eyes of the four life sized animatronics seeming to follow your every move. Although you had grown used to the sight of the vibrantly colored animals, there was something about them that still unnerved you. “Who's your favorite?” You jump slightly when Mr. Afton suddenly speaks up. You breathe out a laugh as you turn to face him.

“Bonnie,” his face lights up at your immediate answer, “I've always liked rabbits.” You join him in the small booth, he eyes you carefully as he serves you a piece of pizza on a napkin. “Thank you for the pizza, Mr. Afton.”

“William.” He corrects with a small smile. “There's no need to be so stiff outside of work hours, doll.”

You can't help but giggle at his playful tone. “Well, thank you for the pizza, William.” He straightens up slightly at the sound of you saying his name. You were honestly a bit surprised to say that you were having a good time. William was charismatic, funny, a little awkward but in a way that came off as endearing. You stood side by side with him in the kitchen, working in tandem to clean up the dishes you made from your impromptu lunch date. You kept finding your eyes drifting over to him, the sight of his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms flexing as he twisted a rag inside of a cup. You swallowed thickly, quickly tearing your eyes away from him and back to the metal pizza pan.

“Right behind you, sweetheart.” William groans as he reaches around you to grab a dry rag. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned into you. You feel his arm brush against your back and you dared to look over at him considering that you might never get the chance to be so close to him again, your little secret crush on your boss refused to let you miss that opportunity. You let out a small, startled squeak as you found him already looking at you. Everything about him seemed to only drag you in deeper as you got caught up in his gaze. The deep, musky smell of his cologne, his mossy green eyes holding you firmly in place. His arm wraps around your waist, your hands flying to his chest as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was happening to your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of being pressed tightly to him seeping into you as you let yourself give in to what you truly wanted. Your hands slid over the soft fabric of his shirt, your fingers just barely grazing over his collar to pull him closer when the main door to the pizzeria slammed open and the excited voices of your coworkers filed in. You startled apart, Williams eyes immediately averting to the floor as a look of shame rapidly spreads across his features. He mutters out a hurried apology as he pushes past you, through the kitchen doors, and directly into his office. You saw your friend Ashley jump as the door slammed behind him, eventually seeing you standing alone in the kitchen as your face dropped into your hands. You had no reason to be but you felt embarrassed. Your whole face burned as the moment replayed itself over and over in your head.

“What the hell was all of that?” Ashley exclaims in a hushed tone as she enters the kitchen.

“Nothing!” You turn to the sink, pretending to wash your hands as an excuse to not have to look at her. “Mr. Afton had an important call to take.” She eyes you curiously, knowing you weren't being honest with her. You felt sweat begin to bead at your temple under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” She huffs playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. She quickly closes the gap in between you, “but if you're fucking the boss and you're not telling me I'm going to be so mad.” You knew it was a joke but you were still a bit on edge from the earlier ordeal.

“Keep your voice down!” You snap, quickly looking over at his office door to see that it was, thankfully, still shut. She gasps, your nervous body language giving you away.

“Tell me everything.” She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing your attention back on her. “Is he good? Is he… y'know?” Her eyes flashing down to your crotch and back up. “Is he big?”

“Ashley!” You attempt to shush her again. “I'm not sleeping with Will-Mr. Afton.” You hurried to try and correct yourself, but your little slip up only added more fuel to the fire.

“Were you about to call him William?” She grills you, a wide, excited smile taking over her face. “Do you guys have pet names for each other? I hear him call you sweetheart all the time but I thought that was just because you're his favor-” You clamp a hand over her mouth, it was the only way you could think of to get her quiet.

“Just hang on,” you wait to see if she was actually done talking before pulling your hand away. “I came in early to open. I was supposed to be working with Kyle but he never showed. I think Mr. Afton might have fired him.”

“Did you finally go talk to him about that creep?” She asks as she leans up against the counter. You nod in response, “good, he was making your life a living hell here. Continue…” she prompts with a wave of her hand.

“I walk over to his office just to let him know that I'm here and he tells me that everything's already done-that’s not the important part.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before telling her what had gotten you so frazzled. “He was helping me clean some dishes and he reached around me for the towel, so what was I supposed to do? Not look?” Ashley chuckles, being the one person who knew about your crush she understood how impossible that would have been for you. “I looked over at him and he was already looking at me and then he kissed me and then you guys came in-”

“Hold on. Pause.” She holds up her hands to get you to halt your recap. “He kissed you?” You nod, but before you had time to continue one of your coworkers kicked open the double doors to the kitchen.

“Alright ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I got some pizza to make.” He groans through his forced smile.

“We’ll talk about this later.” She whispers hurriedly as she ties her apron around her waist. You nod, copying her motions as you prepare to open for the day. Throughout your shift you kept thinking about the kiss. Did it mean something or was it just an impulse? Did William somehow know about your crush on him? You stood at the side of the pizzeria, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you watched him take a picture with an excited child. You found your mind wandering again, the delighted scream, pings, and whirrs of the room around you seemed to almost fade away. You could still feel his arm wrapped around your waist, how strong his broad chest was under the palms of your hands. You snapped yourself from your daydream, the glowing white eyes of the Spring Bonnie suit studying you carefully. You straightened up, hurrying off to the kitchen so you wouldn't be seen slacking. By the end of the night you had just about driven yourself crazy with questions. Questions you were determined to get answers to. You said goodbye to your coworkers, promising Ashley that you would catch her up when you were able to. You walk up to your boss’ door, a determined look etched into your features. You raised your fist, freezing just before knocking. Why was this so hard? He kissed you! If anything you should be furious! He had completely ambushed you out of nowhere and you had spent the whole day walking around in a fog because of it. But, part of you was worried about what his answer might be. It was easy to hide your feelings from him up until now; glances that lasted a little too long, walking a little too close to him so your fingers could brush his, it could all be passed off as if it were nothing. Now, you were standing in front of his door ready to charge in there to demand an explanation for the kiss not because you were upset with him… but because you were hopeful about what the implications of what that kiss could mean. Before you had the chance to decide for yourself what you were going to do the door opened. William froze at the sight of you standing on the other side. He sighs, raking a hand through his already messy hair.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what came over me.” Your heart cracked slightly at his apology. So, it really was just an impulse. “Can we… Can we talk about this? I think it might be better for both of us to get it all out in the open.” You were struggling to fight against the tears blurring your vision.

“I think I'm just going to go home, Mr. Afton.” You grimaced at the sound of your voice shaking.

“Sweetheart, I can't let you drive like that.” He carefully wipes away a tear that had slipped onto your cheek. Your lip quivered at the sound of his pet name for you, a soft sob breaking free from your chest as you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. William quickly pulls you into his arms, letting you hide against him. “That's it, let it out.” He says as he soothingly rubs your back. Your arms finally slid around his torso, he rocked you back and forth slightly as he waited for you to calm down. You sniffle as you pull back from him, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “You're even pretty when you cry.” He muses. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. You allow him to wipe away any remaining trails of tears, realizing after avoiding each other all day that you missed being close to him.

“William,” your voice was a hoarse croak as you spoke. You place a hand over the one he has resting on your cheek. “I want to kiss you again… please.” His eyes widened slightly at the request. But, once he let your words sink in, he wasted no time granting your request. You stumbled back slightly as he kissed you passionately. You grab onto his collar, keeping him flush against you as you reveled in the sensation. One of his hands slaps haphazardly against the doorway as he guides the two of you inside, roughly kicking the door shut before slamming your back against it. He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You whimpered softly as he pulled away from you, despite your desperate need to breathe you felt like you would die without his lips on yours. You had to look almost straight up in order to meet his eyes, a wild and hungry look dominating his gaze. He breathes out a chuckle at the sight of you, the look you gave him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees.

“Such a pretty little thing you are, sweetheart.” He slowly swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the flesh tender and swollen for the one mind numbing kiss he had granted you. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted you.” You whine as you feel his leg push in between your own. You were forced up onto your toes, struggling to contain the soft moan that bubbles up in your throat at the delicious pressure against your clit.

“Enlighten me.” You challenge, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him.

“Surely, you must've known.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, biting you hard enough that you knew he would leave a mark behind. “I see you everyday; the way those tight little jeans mold to your ass, how your shirt is always pulled down just low enough to tease me…” you see the briefest look of jealousy flash through his eyes. “How those immature, snotty little college boys are constantly throwing themselves at you.” He pushes into you, his lips staying just out of reach as he keeps you pinned in place. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, he smirked as he felt you squirming against his thigh. “What's the matter sweetheart?” He asks sardonically. You were having trouble thinking straight. Every time you let your full weight sink into him it only made you need his touch more, his hot breath fanning over your lips made your whole body ache for him. “I think you know that no one could take care of you like I could, don't you?” You nod in response, your breathing growing noticeably quicker as he questioned you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his dull green eyes searching your features for any sign of hesitation. “Well then how about I give you a night you'll never forget?” He smiles sharply at you.

In one sweep of his arm his entire desk is cleared off. Paperclips scatter across the floor alongside papers and whatever other trinkets decorated the wood surface. He grabs your hips and pulls you roughly to him, his lips ferociously meeting yours in a kiss that knocked all the air from your lungs. Your initial fight for dominance over the kiss was very short lived. If anything, William found your defiance rather cute. He growls against your lips, a sound that has your knees threatening to buckle. His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, groaning as he gives it a firm squeeze. You squeak as he easily lifts you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist as he sets you on his desk. He fumbles blindly with the button of your jeans, eventually being able to start working then down your legs. “I can't wait to fucking ruin you.” He presses a hand flat against your chest, pushing you back onto his desk. You struggle not to blush, turning away from him so he hopefully wouldn't notice. Your fingernails dig into wood as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Such a cute little bunny.” He smirks. “Already so wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” He takes your chin between his fingers, turning you to look at him. “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” His hand dips under the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand roaming your bare torso as you lay compliantly before him. He roughly grabs your jaw, watching your expression carefully as he eases his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. A strangled gasp breaks free from your throat as his digits bottom out in you, your gummy walls clenching around them.

He chuckles as you roll your hips, searching desperately for any type of relief. He begins to rock his fingers inside of you in time with your movements, taking his time to fully stretch you out in preparation for what was to come. As he gradually increased his pace the louder your moans became. You gripped tightly onto the arm that had moved from your jaw to the desk next to your head, your nails digging little crescent divots into his skin. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He looks over you, drinking in the way your body writhed from his touch.

“William.” You whimper his name.

“What is it, bunny?” He coos. “What does my needy girl want, hm?”

“Want… want to touch you.” Your words came out slurred as you fought through your moans and the mind numbing pleasure he was inflicting on you.

He tuts at your demand, giving you a disappointed pout. “Poor thing, you want to touch me?” You nod furiously. He fingers thread into your hair, giving the strands a rough tug to ensure that your eyes are on his. “Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you.”

“Please.” Your wide innocent eyes pricked with tears as you gazed up at him longingly. He hummed, pondering over your pathetic state as he continued to slowly rock his fingers inside of you. “William, please, please let me touch you. I want… I need you.” Your begging came cracking out in a sob, tears sliding down your face as you grew more desperate to get your hands on him. William chuckles at the sight of you.

“Such a needy little thing” He smirks. He lets the request hang in the air for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the squelching of your arousal in his hand as he fingered you. His lips land on your pulse, causing you to shiver. He takes your wrist in his massive hand, guiding it to the top button of his dress shirt, giving you permission to start undressing him. Your fingers shook as you worked at the fastenings, Williams pace never slowing making it difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Your struggling was going to be well rewarded. Once you had undone the final button on his shirt, William grabbed you roughly by the collar, hauling you to a sitting position so you were now sitting face to face with him. You whined at the sudden emptiness of him removing his fingers, but your annoyance was short lived. You pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders, William making quick work of discarding his undershirt into an empty chair in the room. You just about drooled at the sight of him. His broad shoulders and strong arms from years of working on machines in his shop flexed and shifted under the dim office lighting. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him as he started loosening his belt. You blush as he chuckles, realizing you had been caught staring. “Like something you see, sweetheart?” He asks in an amused tone. He prowls over to you, the buckle of his belt jangling as it hangs limply as his side, his pants falling low on his hips.

You bite your lip, reaching out for him once he’s close enough. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers threading into his hair as his lips crash into yours. You run a hand over his chest, the thick carpet of coarse hair tickling your palm. In one swift movement your shirt is pushed over your head, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fall back into place after the disruption. William admired the soft lace that complimented your skin. His hands slide over your waist and up your back until he reaches the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it a few times until the tension of the elastic finally relaxes. He takes his time removing your final article of clothing. The straps are eased off your shoulders one at a time, his beard ticking your bare skin as he places delicate kisses anywhere he could reach. Goosebumps spread across your chest as the fabric is finally fully removed, William’s eyes drifting down to get a full view of your perfect form. He lets out a primal growl at the sight before his lips latch into yours again. His fingers dig into your hips, dragging you to the very edge of his desk in order to line his cock up with your entrance. You moan into his mouth as he sheathes himself full inside you in one hard thrust. Your breath comes out in long, shaky exhales as you struggle to adjust to his size. Even with the prep from his fingers he still stretches you to a point that makes you feel like you're about to rip in half. William was a lot bigger and thicker than any guy you had been with previously. You already felt drunk just from the sensation of him bottoming out in you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” He whispers in a gentle tone. Your eyes flutter open, you hadn't realized you had even shut them to begin with, meeting his hazy green ones. You cry out as he gives you a single sharp thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure burning white hot through your body as you struggle to take all of him. He lets out a satisfied hum as he studies your fucked out expression. “Already cock drunk, hm?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours to keep your attention on him. With every snap of his hips it brought you closer and closer to your climax, your moans impossibly loud in the small, cramped office. “You wanted this all along, didn't you sweetheart? You knew those stupid little boys could never make you feel like this.” He snarls. “Now, here you are, about to cum on my cock.” Drool had started to leak out of the corner of your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He dips a hand between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“William!” You moan out his name, his free arm wrapping securely around you to hold you tightly against him.

“Such a dirty girl, fucking someone nearly twice your age.” He chuckles cruelly, his eyes darken as they meet yours through your haze. “Pathetic.” Degrading you like that seemed to unleash something primal in him. His thrusts somehow managed to get faster and more brutal. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, desperately crying out his name as you clawed against his back. His hands wrap under your thighs, lifting you from the desk slightly in order to get better leverage. “Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approaches his end. He kisses you hard as he finishes, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You both stayed locked in your embrace for a moment, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You wince as he pulls out of you, a slight sting as your absurd cunt attempts to clamp around nothing. He looks around the room for something to clean you up with, deciding on his shirt when nothing else seemed plausible. He gingerly reaches in between your legs, a softness and hesitancy you didn't expect after the evenings most recent events. You let out a soft hiss at the slight bit of pain you felt as he cleaned you up. He soothingly caresses your thigh with his free hands, shooting you an apologetic look from his position situated in between your legs. You studied him for a moment, his gaze distant, and hazy as it trailed to the floor.

“William.” Your soft voice drifted over his ears, bringing his attention back to you. You adjusted your position so you could sit up. “Come here.” He stands, even sitting on his desk he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his soft stomach. You trail your hands over his back, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“I’m sorry if I took things too far-”

“You didn’t.” His gruff voice was cut off with your quiet reassurance. “You were amazing.” You give him a coy smile before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. A small smile breaks out on his face as he chuckles at your glimmering expression.

“Come on bunny, let’s get you dressed.” He combs his fingers through your hair, “although I will never get tired of looking at your beautiful body.” He winks causing you to blush, you lightly slap his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead before collecting your clothes. You feel eyes on you as you’re getting dressed, you can’t help but smirk when you look over your shoulder so see William staring at your ass. You make a show of stepping into your panties, adjusting them so they are perfectly in place before shimmying into your jeans. William was practically drooling as he watched your supple flesh jiggle as you worked yourself into the tight clothing. You place one final kiss to his burly chest before he slips his undershirt back over his head. He trails a finger over your jaw. “I was hoping we could make this a more than one time thing… Maybe I can take you out to dinner after work some night?” He asks with a charming, lopsided smile.

“I’d really like that William.” You push yourself up on your toes, having him meet you halfway to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight.” You whisper with a smile.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes out a laugh as you both slowly pull away. You grab your jacket and bag from the employee locker room, giving William one small wave as you pass by his office on your way out. You fell into your driver seat with a groan, sticking your keys in the ignition, your heart still pounding in your chest. You turned the key expecting your engine to rumble to life, but your car refused to start. You tried again and again, falling against the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh. You kicked open the door and trudged back inside. William gave you a confused look as you walked back up to his door. “Everything alright?”

You grew embarrassed over the fact you had to ask. You never had anyone who was able to teach you about cars, you wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to find the problem yourself. “My car won’t start. I hate to ask, but could you come look at it?”

“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of it.” Your heart flutters in your chest at him taking charge of the situation. You definitely could get used to having him around, there was something about his unwavering confidence that made you long for him even more. You follow him back outside, watching him carefully as he examines your engine, a massive black flashlight held tightly in his hand. “I see the problem.” He groans as he reaches to point something out to you. “You need a new timing belt.” He points out the problem, excitedly going through the mechanics as you listened attentively. “You can leave your car here, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow.” He stuffs his hand in his pocket. He twirls his keys around his pointer finger. “Let me just go lock the door and I’ll drive you home.” You nod, growing giddy over the fact you would get to spend more time with him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you around back to his car. You slide stiffly into his passenger seat. The inside of his car was pristine, some vintage model muscle car you didn’t know the name of. William’s hand envelops your thigh as he drives, ever so often giving the soft skin a gentle squeeze as you direct him to your off campus apartment. You lived in the not so great part of town, even outside of Hurricane standards. Shootings, stabbings, human trafficking, all of it had happened somewhere in your neighborhood. You noticed William’s expression grow more concerned as you drove. You eventually pulled up in front of your building, a rickety looking triple decker that looked like it would collapse from a slightly too strong gust of wind.

“Well this is me.” You state softly with a slight shrug of your shoulders. William sighed as he stared up at your building.

“You live here by yourself?” He glances at you in the passenger seat as he asks. You nod in response. “Bunny, would you like to come spend the night at my house. It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be by herself out here.”

“Spend the night with you?” You repeat his request back to him, he nods slowly, worried he crossed a line. “If you’re offering, I'm definitely not going to say no.” You lean across the cab of the car, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The drive back to his house was spent mostly in silence, every so often his hand would drift from your thigh to bringing your knuckles to his lips. You left the main part of town, the houses you passed becoming few and far between as the sides of the road were taken over by tall fir trees. You pulled up in front of a cozy looking house, the outside paint faded from years of abuse from the harsh Utah weather.

“Home sweet home.” Me mumbles with a lopsided grin. You trail closely behind him as you walk up to the door, jumping at every snapping twig and animal scurrying through the brush. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiles down at you, keeping you tucked into his side as he unlocks the door. He gently nudges you inside first, following closely behind you. The second the door clicks shut William’s lips are on yours again, a flustered sigh escaping you as you melted into him. “I’m going to get dinner started.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Would you like some help?” He nods, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen.

“I would love some.” He grins at you. The two of you worked side by side to prepare dinner, every so often you would catch William stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. “Honey.” He suddenly speaks up, you turn to face him only for him to pull you into a kiss. “You just sit here and look pretty, I’ll finish this up.” His large hands wrap around your waist, he lifts you from the floor and sets you on the counter with ease. He hums as he works beside you, easily recreating his recipe from memory. Always keeping you on your toes, he was making homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. He takes quick pauses, caging you in between his arms on the counter as he gives you rushed kisses that leave your head spinning. He holds out his hand for you, a gesture you gladly accept. He helps you down from the counter, balancing your plates and bowls on his arm. You sit across from each other at the small dining room table. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Unfortunately this shit hole has one of the best colleges in the state.” You respond with a laugh of your own.

“What’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering.” You respond the moment he finishes his question. He looked very perplexed by your answer.

“What made you want to take that up?” He leaned forward, completely focused on you alone.

“Well, honestly, you did.” You blush a bit as you respond. “The animatronics you make are phenomenal. I hope one day I can be half as talented as you are.” He looks away bashfully, not used to such direct flattery.

“Maybe I can have you help out in the workshop sometime.” He offers with an excited glint in his eyes.

“If it means spending more time with you I would love to.” You shoot him a flirtatious smile. You find yourselves drifting closer together as you clean up after dinner. You gathered up your plates, standing on your toes to try and put them in the cabinet with the rest. You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled to reach. The warmth of William’s body pressing into yours from behind made you freeze.

“I got it sweetheart.” He chuckles, taking the plates from your hands. “Such a cute little thing you are.” He whispers next to your ear making you shiver. You squeal as he lifts you from the floor, taking you in his arms as he carries you upstairs. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes with a groan, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you grab him by the wrist and pull him in to kiss you. “Strip, I wanna hold you.” He commands. You decide to give him a little show, taking your time to peel out of your jeans, swaying your hips as you pull your top over your head. You stripped out of your lingerie before straddling his lap. His hands knead your ass, rocking you gently against the already half hard erection in his boxers. He pulls you into bed, shutting off the lights before joining you himself. He slings an arm over your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You bite your lip, shifting your hips as you feel his cock press into your back. The moon cast in through the window, basking the room in a dull silver glow. You hear William’s breath catch in his throat as you press your ass into his throbbing member. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, his breath hot against his ear. “What’s the matter bunny, need me to fill you up?” You nod, letting out a soft whine as you push back into him again. He places a kiss just below your ear, spreading your legs with his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a broken moan as he slowly pushed inside of you.

“Holy fuck.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his forearm as you grab him tightly as your walls stretch painfully around him. “Wow.” Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back in your head. His fingers slid around your throat, putting a delicious pressure on your neck.

“Such a good bunny, taking me so well.” His meticulous hand placement was starting to make you feel light headed, the mixture of the sensation and his praise making you dizzy with dopamine. You moan as he rolls his hips slightly. “You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He purrs before placing a kiss on your cheek. You squirmed and whined as you lay there, impaled on his throbbing cock. William groaned at how wet you were, he could feel your juices dripping down the base of him. “So pretty sweetheart.” He coos, chuckling at your desperate state. His arm tightens around you, rolling his hips and causing you to cry out. You cursed as he pushed impossibly deep inside of you, your body moving instinctually as you bounced on his cock. He groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Your moans grew louder and more fervent with every thrust, his tip kissing the perfect spot inside of you everytime. Your thighs started to shake as you felt your climax creeping up on you. “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” He asks in a sweet voice. You nod, biting your lip to try and muffle your moans. You yelp as he suddenly delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “I want to hear you bunny.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, letting your moans fall freely from your mouth. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm hung joust out of reach. You moan out his name, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He reaches a hand in between your legs and swipes his fingers over your clit.

“So good for me.” He praises you. He wraps his hands around your waist, helping you fuck yourself faster on his cock. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, sobbing as he fucks you through your climax. Your whole body shook, your hand gripping weakly onto his wrist. “I got you sweetheart.” He whispers, settling himself deeply inside of you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you nestled into his soft pillows. He pulls the comforter up around your shoulders. You smiled at the scent of his musky cologne. Every small shift from him made you whine, after letting you rest for a while he began to rock his hips again. Small gasps and sighs falling from your lips as he tenderly fucks into you. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans, his thrusts growing uneven and stuttering every so often.

“Please.” You moan softly. Hearing your soft voice only seemed to spur him on. His slow deep thrusts had both of you moaning. You held on tightly to William’s arms, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible. He groans your name as he finishes, his hips stuttering as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage. He places soft kisses to the nape of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. You found yourself easily drifting off in his arms, before you knew it you had drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up you rolled over, cuddling into his warm back. You placed a soft kiss to a couple of the faded scars on his shoulder.

“Well good morning sweetheart.” He hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his chest. “You wanna stay in bed while I get breakfast started?” His voice raspy and deeper than normal as he fought off the thickness of sleep.

“Can you stay in bed just a little longer.” You put, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Sure, anything for you sweetheart.” He says with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You laid on top of his chest, your fingers trailing through his chest hair as you talked about the plan for the day. He places a soft kiss to your lips as he slides out from underneath you to go get dressed. You cuddle up into the blankets, watching the muscles in his back flex as he gets dressed. A little while later he returned with a tray full of food, setting it in between the two of you. The two of you chatted pleasantly over breakfast, William consistently making you smile and laugh. “I’m going to head out to the garage, take your time getting ready, I’ll be out there when you’re done.” You grab him by the collar, keeping his lips on yours for a little longer than normal. He shoots you a wink as he slips out of the bedroom. You took your time getting ready, slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized clothing falling half way down your thighs. You washed your face and fixed your hair before wandering downstairs to find William. You heard the sound of powertools and pushed through the door. William stood with a welding mask on, his shirt discarded over a nearby chair. His skin, completely drenched in sweat, glowed in the dim overhead lighting. Streaks of grease dragged down his neck and across his stomach from where he had rubbed his hands across his skin. He flips his mask off when he notices you entered his workshop. “Hey bunny.” He grins. You saunter over to him to look over his expert work.

“You really are incredible, William.” He runs his fingers through his hair as he clears his throat, a noticeable blush on his face. You stood by him, allowing him to walk you through his process, an arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you tucked safely against him.He cursed as he looked up and noticed the time.

“We’re gonna be late.” He takes your hand, leading you inside. He pulls you into a heated kiss as he helps you out of your borrowed clothes. He picks you up and carries you into the shower. You yelped and giggled as your back pressed into the frigid wall. William carefully lets down your hair before allowing you to wet it. You sigh as he works shampoo into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the soapy water run down his body. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, retrieving your work clothes as you dried off. You both ran to his car, laughing as you fell into the front seats. “I’ll run out and grab the timing belt for your car after I check in on Freddy’s.” He promises. You nod, a bit sad that your stay with him was over so quickly. You fall into him as he turns sharply into the parking lot. He tilts your chin up with a finger, a softness in his eyes as he studies your features. His eyes flash down to the dark bruises and bitemarks that littered your neck. “Are you, um… are you okay with people knowing about this?” He asks with a slight wavering in his voice.

“This?” You ask with a coy smile as you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Us.” He blurts out before swallowing thickly. You lean in ,placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Only if you are.” He breathes out a soft laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He walks around to your side of the car as you’re gathering your things, opening your door for you. You thank him softly as he helps you out. You link your arm through his, leaning your head on his shoulder. He holds the door open for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing his lips to yours in one long, loving kiss.

“I’ll see you after work, bunny.” He winks before slipping off to his office. You smile as you watch him head out, adjusting his tie and greeting customers as he passes by. You turn to look out over the pizzeria, meeting Ashley’s shocked expression. She speed walks over to you, her eyes immediately falling to your abused neck.

“What happened to catching me up?” She yell whispers at you.

“Things might have gotten a little more serious than just a kiss.” You admit awkwardly.

“Well no shit, look at the hickey’s he gave you.” You smile as you catch his gaze from his position seated at his desk.

“He wants to make sure everyone knows I’m his.”

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bodyguard!leon and bodyguard!luis who hover at the base of the stairs, just as you requested, unable to deny your ask even without the allure of a paycheck. and when you descend, hips clad in ivory ribbon, delicate lace trimmed by a hem that sits at the height of your thigh, you don’t miss how their gazes betray them; wide stares, shared, both their eyes snapping to the other before being laid to rest on the pearls at your throat, bared skin and bone. though their stunned nature turns to uncertainty, quick, for leon’s head tilts slightly and luis folds his arms across the broad expanse of his chest (one that you dream of all too often). he grins and mumbles something like should you really be going out like that?, conveying a glimpse of that inherent protective streak, one that is integral to the both of them, with you revelling in how his accent thickens with the poorly masked intrigue. your pulse stutters, feverish, in the ensuing silence, their focus intent, weighted, burdened by a desire that they cannot cave too, and yet you will smile, soft, with glitter powdered into your skin because at least you know whose attention you dress for — it is not for cooperate praise, but for them.

it does eat at you, however, such forced distance, that divide between their occupation and your connected potential for more. it eats at your heart, your ribs, manifests as some incurable plague upon your mind, thoughts constantly drifting to one or another, (or both, even). and you know that you will, eventually, succumb to temptation. there exists too many fleeting touches and unabashed compliments for you not to, one day, drown in the wells of their withheld affection — you will drag them into some elevator set to the highest floor and the air will turn heated in the necessitated proximity, the tension breaking in the faint crack of leon’s knuckles, an old habit. it is then that you will suggest it, solicit it, more than aware that, given the chance, they will take it, such bottled infatuation growing too much for the two to bear.

it will be but moments before you have leon press you to the inner railing, pinned by raw strength as you permit him between your thighs, letting your lips stain the corner of luis’ mouth rosy with your love, have your hands embedded in rich curls as he murmurs affirmations of your beauty into tender flesh; it will be clumsy, lazy, a truly smitten union, linen shirts unbuttoned to their hearts, ties loose around their necks, (from where you gently tug them closer, a willing leash), and their hair a mess, tousled by the violent grip of your fingers. but when the elevator doors inevitably open you will make a collective attempt to recover that edge of professionalism, dishevelled, and have them quietly begging to do it all once more.

If the effects of the flower last for only seconds in mammals...then those rats must've really liked each other...

Also, I can't help but imagine Singed coming back to the lab and finding the vials and stuff broken on the floor and like: "What happened here?" And the reader, immediately embarassed and trying not to show it: "Umm...I fell"

Taking Risks

[Explicit] AO3

Silco x f!reader, smut, sex pollen, workplace sex, handjob, penis in vagina sex

Word count: 4.3k

Posting a few hours early because why not! I've never been good about waiting until Christmas day to give gifts.

As one of Silco's scientists, it's up to you to research the local flora and fauna for anything that could be useful for the Eye of Zaun. When a mysterious red flower blossoms outside of Singed's cave, Silco gives you one week to find out what it can do. Against all better judgement and laboratory safety protocol, you personally find out the effects of the flower's pollen.

A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead into your furrowed eyebrows, your eyes unblinking as you concentrate on your task, hands shaking all the while. The small, delicate red flower in your hand flutters with each quiver of your hands, its petals bouncing along as if dancing with you. 

Almost… almost…

Finally, you manage to transfer the plant to its new home, a larger pot with more enriched soil. But you don't dare relax yet, not until you can get it into its glass case.

Once the clear door swings shut, you finally breathe a sigh of relief, your hands quick to remove the mask from your face. Your gloves are piled on top of your respirator as you slump into your chair.

You and Singed had discovered this new flora popping up around the cave. Despite all your studies, you know nothing about it. There is no literature on it, leading you and Singed to take a few samples to research.

Safety is paramount. Given some of the more… exciting plantlife that can be found in the Undercity, Singed stressed above all else protecting your lungs and your skin. So every time you've handled the crimson red flower, you've donned both a respirator and heavy duty gloves. 

You look up from your desk when you hear booted footsteps approaching the cave. The steady cadence is familiar and you rise to your feet, bringing both hands behind you as you wait for your employer. When he reaches the mouth of the cave, his form is cast in shadow, the afternoon sun backlighting him so that he's merely a silhouette. 

All except for his demon eye.

Swirling lava in a bed of obsidian, his left eye glows as he looks at you. As he steps further into the cave, you can make out more of his appearance, though you can easily predict what that would be, given his penchant for wearing the same outfit as if it were a uniform. Long, dark charcoal coat with gold trim and maroon lining; matching vest with intricate detailing; dark slacks with maroon along the sides. It's an ensemble you and the rest of the Lanes are familiar with.

“Good afternoon, Silco,” you greet warmly.

He nods to you, a subtle but unmistakable smile on his lips as he says your name.

“Afternoon.”

“Are you here for your medicine?”

“I am,” he replies, mismatched eyes scanning the cave. When his gaze comes across the crimson flower in its glass enclosure, he pauses, his good eyebrow ticking up in silent question.

“New flora that we discovered. We're trying to figure out what we can derive from it,” you explain.

He nods, lips pressed together.

“And?”

“Nothing yet, sir.”

His eyes track down the flower, studying it. Continuing their journey, his gaze lands on your workstation, ocean green and volcanic orange settling on the small pile of protective gear on your table.

“Better safe than sorry,” you offer.

He turns to you.

“Singed's idea?”

“Yes.”

A short exhale puffs out Silco's nostrils as the scarred corner of his lips curl up.

“He's always been so protective of you,” Silco hums. He steps closer to the glass, looking down his nose at the specimen. “It's likely why you haven't immediately figured out what this can do.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“Sir?”

He chuckles.

“The good doctor has grown soft. Before you arrived, he would've already had this tested on multiple human subjects by now. Science is about taking risks.”

“That's reckless; taking precautions isn't ‘growing soft,’” you're quick to defend. “Until we know exactly what this plant is capable of, we have to treat it as if it is lethal. It very well could be.”

Silco turns to you, only his corrupted profile visible to you. The soft light from the flower’s tank somehow manages to smooth his rough features, the deep cuts along his cheek shallower and less pronounced than before. Finally, he nods.

His eyes linger on yours, waiting.

“Oh, right!”

You leap from your spot toward the back of the cave. After retrieving the small wooden box that houses Silco's medicine, you rush back.

“Here you go! Should last you another week.”

Silco takes it from you before slipping it into a hidden pocket in the lining of his coat. He gives a small, subtle nod in thanks before turning to the mouth of the cave.

His booted footsteps echo off the stone walls as he departs. Just as he reaches the entrance, he turns over his shoulder.

“I expect an update on this flower when I return.”

His footsteps continue on, softer and softer until you can no longer hear them.

You turn back to the flower in question, one of its stems raised up as if waving to you.

One week to figure this thing out.

Shit.

You spend the next two days going through your usual set of tests. All of them are inconclusive. As your deadline draws ever closer, your mind replays Silco's words.

“Science is about taking risks.”

You shake your head, waving your hand at the voice as if dispelling smoke. 

I'm not going to get myself killed just for some plant and arbitrary deadline.

And yet, you feel yourself drawn to the flower. It taunts you from its glass case, its deep red petals begging to be touched. 

You can run all the tests you want, but there's no denying that they can't replace the human experience.

What does the flower smell like?

How soft and delicate are its petals?

You let out a groan. There's no use asking such useless questions. Not when you still have so much work to do.

The next day, you start to grow more desperate. Singed has been busy with other projects, leaving this flower entirely in your hands. 

You grab your gloves and mask, leaving the cave for a change of scenery. Donning your protective gear, you trek to the small patch of grass where you had first discovered the plant. Perhaps studying its surroundings can prove beneficial.

When you arrive, you're stunned to find the makings of far more flowers than were there previously. Smaller buds rise up from the soil all around the original flower. 

Your eyes dart around the area, checking for any signs of animal interaction with the plant: a bite mark, a paw print, anything to let you know if another creature has been close to the flower and lived. Your lips purse together as you search, half expecting to find a half-eaten flower and a small corpse next to it, signaling to you that this plant is lethal.

But you find none.

In fact, the area surrounding the flower seems more full of life than before. Bees hover and buzz around the flowers, their little fuzzy legs dotted with the flower’s pollen. A few small, furry critters chatter and squeak excitedly behind a nearby bush. You crouch down to get a better look to find two wharf rats procreating rather enthusiastically.

You straighten back up, eyes narrowing.

Seeing such a display in your research is far from out of the ordinary, but what was odd was the manner in which they were mating. Most mating rituals between mammals of that type are very methodical. Get through it quickly, pass down their genes from their generation to the next, nothing more, nothing less.

You crouch back down, your curiosity getting the better of you. The two wharf rats are still going at it, and not only that, their pace is more languid, more deliberate than you're used to seeing in this species. A word whispers in your ears that you've never used to describe mating rituals in all your years of science.

Sensual.

You leap back to your feet, cheeks flushed with heat. Eyes wide and darting, you quickly make your way back to the cave and attempt to rid your mind of what you just saw.

The day before Silco's arrival, you cannot put it off any longer. There were no signs of death, decay, or sickness around the flowerbed. So the likelihood that this plant is lethal are low.

Silco's voice remains a taunting spectre, whispering in your ear as you stare at the flower that continues to elude you.

The small specs of yellow pollen that dot its stamen seem to glow, they twinkle in the soft light like little gems. The warm hue of the petals looks so inviting, such a beautiful color that you cannot tear your eyes away from. 

You feel a pull, a strong sense of yearning as you lean closer to the glass. All thought leaves you, replaced entirely by instinct, your body moving as if puppeted by an invisible hand. Your gloves fall to the floor, your respirator quick to follow. Hands reach out, delicate fingers wrapping around the small brass knob and pulling.

The aroma is instant, its scent intoxicating and irresistible. Like the sweetest of honeys.

You step closer, your hands a soft trace along a crimson petal. The second your skin makes contact with it, you feel a satisfying thrum shoot from your hand, up your arm, and down into your navel. When you bring your face to hover above the welcoming crown of petals, you take a deep breath in through your nose and are immediately met with warmth coursing through your veins. Your eyes flutter closed as you drink in the scent, allowing it to surround you. Warmth pools in your belly as your heart rate climbs, your chest heaving as your breathing grows shallow.

All thoughts of safety and protocol left you as soon as you had reached for that handle.

You're so enraptured by the aroma that you don't notice the sound of booted footsteps as they approach. It's not until Silco calls out your name that you jump out of your skin and turn to face him.

He smirks wickedly at you.

“Silco!” You shut the glass case behind you. “You're a day early!”

“And yet, it would seem not a moment too soon,” he quips, his stride a predatory, graceful pace as he closes the distance between your bodies. “Am I to witness the first human trial?”

He stops a few feet from you, his eyes raking over your body. All at once, you feel naked under his gaze and the sensation sends molten lava to settle between your legs.

“I…” You struggle to get the words out. “I don't know what came over me.”

“Not to worry,” Silco says as he brings Singed's stool around and makes himself comfortable in it in one smooth motion. “I can monitor you. Administer first aid if necessary.”

With his chin tilted up at you, you can see the long column of his neck peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Your eyes seem capable of seeing much more than before, pupils quick to catch the subtle pulsing of his heartbeat underneath his skin. Your heart beats in time with it, as if synchronizing with it. Eyes flick up to Silco's and your throat bobs when you see he's studying you just as closely.

“What do you feel?” He hums.

“I feel…” You let out a shaky exhale, your skin on fire underneath your clothes. You take a deep breath in and suddenly become acutely aware of the rise and fall of your chest and the way your nipples harden beneath your bra. “I feel… too hot and too cold.” Your throat bobs. “Like I have a fever.”

Silco's eyebrows pinch minutely as he rises to his feet. Without warning, he brings the back of his hand to your forehead. His skin is cool to the touch and you can't help the way your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, a feeling of relief like a cold drink on a hot summer day.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Yes, you are warm.” He pulls his hand away and you resist the urge to chase it. “Any other symptoms?”

“My… my mouth feels dry and my heart is racing.”

You can feel the heat of his body as he stands in front of you, warm and foreboding. He brings one hand up to your neck, fingertips pressing into your pulse point. 

As you stand like this, you can smell every bit of him: his oak cologne, the remnants of a rich cigar lingering on the fabric of his clothes, the faintest hint of his sweat underneath his many layers of garments. You feel drunk off his scent and all at once remember what you witnessed the day prior.

“Oh gods,” you whisper to yourself.

“What is it?” Concern paints the features of Silco's face as his hand leaves you. “Are you okay?”

“I know what the flower is,” you say, less spoken and more breathed out, voice like smoke rising to the ceiling.

Silco's eyes search yours, his head ticking to the side.

“It's an aphrodisiac,” you finally conclude, pupils blown out as they meet Silco's two-toned eyes.

Silco's eyebrows lift, his lips coming together in a curious pout. Your eyes track the movement, lingering on his mouth. Without thinking, you wet your lips with your tongue.

But then he's saying your name again and you're snapping out of it.

“Did I hear you correctly?”

You nod.

“You said it's an aphrodisiac.”

You nod again.

He steps closer to you and you can't help but step back, your back hitting the flower's glass case.

“Are you sure?”

Your eyes widen as you nod once again, as if the flower is equal parts truth serum, as if opening your mouth to speak will spill all your thoughts and feelings and wants and needs.

Like the impossibly strong need to feel the weight of Silco's body on you, to taste his lips, to caress his skin, to ride his co—

Silco's hand comes up, holding your jawline as he inspects your face. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he turns you this way and that, studying you. There's a burning fire under your skin where Silco's hand touches you, more heat rushing to pool at the apex of your legs.

He lets go of your face and you let out a shaky exhale.

“What aren't you telling me?”

Your eyes dart to the side, avoiding his.

“I… I can't.”

“And why not?”

“It's… it's just the pollen. I can't say it. It wouldn't be appropriate.”

His good eyebrow ticks up.

“Tell me.” His voice is a haunting melody, an enchanting song that you want to get lost in. “I won't hold it against you. After all, this is all in the name of science.”

I want to kiss you.

I want to feel you.

I want you to make love to me.

I want you to fuck me.

Your mind races through each desire. Somehow, even in your delirious state, you manage to keep the worst of it to yourself.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Oh?”

You nod, quick to add conditionals. “Like I said, that's the pollen talking.”

He takes a step back and you hold back a whine at the loss of his body heat. His lips turn downward into a small frown.

“I'm hurt. Am I so undesirable that only an aphrodisiac can make a kiss from me appealing?”

“What? No! Of course not!” You rush to reassure him. “I think you're a very attractive man—”

He smirks.

“Very attractive?” He repeats wickedly.

“Silco, please—” you breathe out, defeated.

“Please, what?” He steps back into your space and you feel lightheaded from his towering presence. His eyes track down your face, leaving small fires in their wake on your skin. His gaze lingers on your mouth, which has fallen open against your will. “Should I put you out of your misery?”

He slots himself between your legs and you let out a small whimper when you feel his clothed erection against your core.

“For science, of course,” he adds, voice dark and teasing. He rolls his hips against you and you let out a pathetic gasp as lightning shoots through you.

The pollen has worked itself so thoroughly into your system, replacing all your inhibitions with carnal, animalistic needs. All thoughts of professional, social, and emotional ramifications out the window as you fist Silco's vest in your hands, clinging to him. 

Your eyes dart between ocean green and volcanic orange to find that both his pupils are blown out, a dark abyss in his eyes that you find yourself willingly tumbling face first into.

The last of your reserve snaps and you crash your lips into his in a messy, frenzied kiss. He answers back in kind, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as he takes charge of the kiss. His tongue a needy press to the part of your lips, quick to claim yours as his own. He tastes of cigars and top-shelf liquor.

It's not enough.

You push him forward, your hands moving to rid him of his coat. Without breaking off the kiss, he shrugs out of the sleeves, letting the fabric pool onto the stone floor as you both stumble through the cave. Your hands grab at him, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to untuck it from his pants as his slide over the swell of your ass. He lifts you and you're quick to wrap your legs around his waist, content to let him carry you to your workstation. Vials and supplies fall to the floor and shatter as he swipes one arm across the desktop to make room, planting you on the edge of the cold metal surface.

Foreheads pressed together, you break off the kiss as you both work frantically to rid each other of your clothes; your hands shaking as you unbutton the four gold buttons at the front of his pants while his hands yank your underwear down from under your skirt. There's the sound of tearing as he pulls the damp fabric off you, exposing your core to the chill air of the cave.

His hands tuck underneath your knees as he pulls you forward, your ass hovering over the edge of the table. You somehow manage to undo his pants without looking, your hand wrapping around his naked erection, a sigh leaving your lips as you feel the weight of him in the palm of your hand.

He lets out a groan as you do one experimental stroke from his shaft to his reddened head. And when you do it again, you're rewarded with the slick of precum dripping from the tip.

As you continue to work him, Silco buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot as he sucks a mark into your skin, claiming you. Your wanton moan bounces off the stone walls, filling the air.

Then, Silco's hands are at your blouse, pushing the hem up to expose your stomach and then your bra. The fabric bunches at your collarbone as he plants a series of hungry kisses along the top swell of your breast, mere inches from where you need him most. Then, as if reading your mind, he tugs the fabric of your bra down to wrap his teeth around your hardened nub. You let out a cry when he bites down on your nipple, your hand stilling its ministrations as you're overcome with a wave of pleasure, enhanced by the flower’s pollen coursing through your nervous system.

“Silco!” You cry out when you feel his hand at your core, long fingers massaging your glistening entrance as he gathers your arousal. Slick fingers glide through your folds before swirling a tantalizing circle into your clit, forcing a low moan out of your throat. But your relief is short-lived as Silco's hand leaves your core. Your eyes widen when he brings it to his lips, licking a long stripe along his fingers.

“Is that all for me? Or just from the pollen?” He asks, voice ragged.

You huff out a small laugh.

“Can it be both?”

He hums, bringing his hand back to the apex of your legs.

You continue to work each other, chests heaving, breaths mixing in the middle. It's not at all the sensual love-making you would have liked, but you can't complain, not when his fingers are massaging your clit so perfectly. 

It's still not enough.

“Silco— I need you,” you manage to get out between gasps. “Please.”

He lets out a low growl, teeth bared as he smiles down at you.

“Well, since you begged so sweetly.”

One hand wrapped around your lower back while the other holds his shaft, he presses his head against your entrance. You let out a whimper as he teases you open more and more. Then, with a rock of his hips, he presses into you, stretching your walls as he sheathes himself inside you. Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt as you're overcome by the stretch of him, his girth alone almost sending you over the edge.

You feel so full and yet it's still not enough. You need more. The pollen in your veins insatiable as you roll your hips against him.

“Ah!” Your clit rubs against his pelvis as he rocks his hips up, sending lightning to shoot from your core outwards. You can feel it buzzing and humming in the soles of your feet and each of your fingertips.

One hand planted on the metal tabletop, the other tangling into your hair, Silco continues to fuck up into you, a low hum at his throat with each thrust. Your hands find their way to his ass and you let out a whine at the way his body seems to roll with each piston of his hips, the erotic movement of his body against yours sending more warmth to your core.

Your breath is hot on his neck, coming out in short puffs with each thrust. You've lost all semblance of modesty or shame as you lose yourself to Silco's movements, a slow, sensual rhythm that's equal parts erotic and carnal.

Your blood feels like it's on fire in your veins and as you feel your pleasure building with every roll of Silco's hips, every grunted breath against your ear, your eyes widen. This climax threatens to be the most powerful one you've ever experienced, one so strong you're not sure you can survive it. Will the pollen that's in your system burn you from the inside out the instant you reach your peak? Will you simply collapse into a heap after you know relief?

As Silco continues to fuck up into you, you find you don't care.

If this is how I die, so be it.

You drag your nails into the fabric at Silco's back, rolling your hips to match his rhythm.

There are worse ways to go.

Silco's hips stutter and you can feel him getting impossibly harder within you. As your cries grow in pitch and volume, Silco's muffled groans and grunts get louder as well. The sensuality of your union giving way to that visceral, carnal animal act. 

Just a little more.

You grind your clit against his pelvis, mouth hanging open as incoherent sounds leave you.

More.

Silco's lips are back on your neck, tongue a warm press against your pulse point, his breath hot on your skin.

His voice is ragged when he speaks and you can tell from the way his hips almost vibrate that he's getting close to his release as well.

“I should've— planted those flowers—ngh!—much sooner.”

Your eyes fly open.

“What?! You knew what they were?”

“I know everything, darling,” he growls, his pace picking up, threatening to send you over the edge. “I know the effects they have on mammals.”

A sharp thrust that leaves you sighing.

“I know they trigger arousal.”

Another thrust, sending stars to dot your vision.

“And I know that their effects only last for mere seconds.”

“Seconds?” you gasp out, holding onto Silco for dear life as he continues to fuck up into you. “So that means —”

“Yes, dear,” he purrs. “Everything else is simply your attraction to me.”

You want to be angry. To be insulted. But as you both charge at full speed to your peak, the only thing you feel with absolute certainty is alive.

You let out a cry as your walls flutter around him, you climax washing over you in a torrential wave. Clinging to him, you gasp through your orgasm as you feel overcome with pleasure throughout your entire body. As you come undone around him, he thrusts once more, as deep as your entangled bodies will allow, his hips stilling and his release following hot on the heels of yours. You can feel his cock pulsing while you ride out your high, stunned by the magnitude of your climax and Silco's revelation.

You find you don't have the energy to care at his subterfuge, not when you're so fuckdrunk off him that you can't remember your own name. As the last of your climax subsides, you feel every muscle in your body relaxing, the burning sensation under your skin finally cooling back to calmer waters.

You slump into Silco, your arms tucked to your chest as you cling to the fabric of his vest. His arms envelope you, holding you close as both your chests heave, your breathing ragged and labored.

When finally you regain your breath, you look up at Silco with half-lidded eyes.

“I can't believe you planted those just to get me to have sex with you.”

His good eyebrow lifts in response.

“No one forced you to smell them,” he counters.

You narrow your eyes at him but have no energy left to offer a rebuttal. He continues to hold you to his chest before chuckling. You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you think these flowers would look on my nightstand?”

You let out a soft, tired laugh.

“I don't know. Only one way to find out.”

A/N: I finally wrote a sex pollen fic! I wanted reader to be under the effects of it rather than Silco.

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