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Just Go To Sleep - The next morning... and the next...

Rating: Mature || Chapter Word Count: 1.7k Chapter Content Warnings: emotional constipation, argument, angst, slow burn, tension

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Summary

Hard times fall upon you and your apartment is unlivable. You have no one to ask for help other than your boss, Silco. Luckily, he's got some space for you.

Silco is up before you, rustling about the bedroom and presumably getting dressed, only at considerable volume. Closet doors swung open, dresser drawers pushed shut, lights flipped on, doors unlocked.

You don’t know how you didn’t notice it after three nights: Silco is very noisy in the morning.

You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, watching Silco move about the room with breathtaking swiftness until he stops to glare at you.

“Get up.”

It’s a far cry from the soft, delicate way he spoke last night, now rough, callous, blunt.

He’s already completely dressed. No eyepatch, no bed head, no loose pajama clothes. Instead, the usual red shirt, vest, slacks, and boots. Not to mention the hard and tense line of his shoulders.

He does not want to talk about last night.

You give him a look and he shoots you one back, a vicious sneer, before waving his hand.

A firmly repeated “Get up,” is all he grumbles before he’s turning on his heel and marching into his office.

Grumpy, you observe, definitely will not be bothering him today.

You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, looking around for the bag you had brought with you. Silco had been nice enough yesterday to offer another shirt and pants for you to wear, though his pants are a strange fit on you and you rather your own. They’re dirty, but Silco doesn’t have to know.

The urge to find another shirt doesn’t strike you, so you don your dirty pants and keep the Silco shirt you slept in. He must have worn it recently because it smells like him. Cologne, smoke, and brandy. That smell covers all of his clothes, even though you’re sure he has his threads washed mercilessly.

Fully dressed, you walk into Silco's office to find him hunched over his desk, already smoking a cigar. Not so many papers today but he's still tense as ever.

You approach with careful footfalls, voice low and patient, just the same as last night.

“Are you doing okay?” you ask, but Silco ignores you. You tap on the desk and he looks up.

He looks exhausted. You don’t know how you didn’t notice when you first saw him. In the brighter light of his office you can see the deep circles under his eyes, the sunken droop of his eyelid that looks like it takes an awful amount of energy to keep open. The scars on his face seem darker, his skin sicker. He does not look okay.

“I don’t sign your paychecks for your council,” he grumbles, “go do your job.”

The breath in your lungs stops and you take a step back, retracting with a physical feeling of discomfort at his comment. The open vulnerability you saw hours before is a distant memory, his soft, weakened voice an echo in your mind.

You don’t say anything in response, you can’t, so you go do your job.

The next night, you awake to an empty space beside you, and the bathroom light on. Through the open door you can see Silco leaning over the sink, splashing water on his face.

“Silco?” you call, watching him stand up straight. He runs hands through his hair, shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath. You can see the way he's shaking even from the bed, a shudder working through him in the dim bathroom.

You call his name again, “Silco…” and finally he turns to you, face wet and broken. Just for a second, you can see the fear in his eyes, the terror that wrecks him from the visions that play in his mind when he sleeps. But just as quickly as you saw it, it was gone.

Silco’s walls come stacking up and he becomes all hard lines and unfriendly angles.

“Go back to sleep,” he grumbles, closing the bathroom door.

Night after night, it kept happening. Between pacing the room, splashing water in his face, or even just sitting up in bed, staring off into space.

He became cold and distant during the day, hardly talking to you. As if he doesn't even know who you are.

“Hey, boss needs you upstairs.”

You look up to find Sevika towering over you, a bottle of something foul-smelling in her hand. You groan, standing up, and Sevika takes a step back, one eyebrow quirked up at you.

“You and the boss are acting strange,” she grunts, “something going around?”

Your eyes narrow, darting to the alcohol in her hand and back up.

“You pay for that?” you hum, and Sevika glares at you before storming back off to the bar.

You find yourself at Silco's door, knocking and entering at the permission of a rough, “Come in.” Silco is standing in front of his desk, leaning onto the dark mahogany furniture with a paper in his hand.

“Sevika said you wanted me?” you chime, closing the door behind you and standing a fair distance from Silco. Perhaps a few feet from the door and three times that length from him.

“Yes,” he says flatly, “I have an assembly with the barons in two days that I will need you to attend with me. Unless you think Ran would be better in your stead.” He looks up at you when he adds that last part, allowing you to opt out if you’d rather not go.

“That will be fine. Just call me up when you’re planning on leaving,” you reply. You can’t help but notice the way Silco’s face drops, the way it does when someone’s done something he doesn’t like. Something that irks him. You’ve seen plenty die after receiving a look like that from someone like him.

You speak up again, quieter this time.

“You don't want me to go.”

Silco glowers. “I didn’t say that.”

“I know. You didn’t say anything, but that’s what you meant.”

Silco gives you a hard stare from across the room, eyes narrowed and cutting. The tension in the room is almost thick enough for you to reach out and hold it, a solid mass of unspoken words and hidden truths.

“If you want to waste my time I wouldn’t depend on keeping your head,” Silco grumbles, looking back at the paper in his hands and definitely not reading it.

Your blood is boiling now. He’s just lying to your face, being a snake. You take a step forward and Silco's head ticks up, eyes searing through you past the low line of his brow.

“Why are you being like this?” you ask, and you sound more pleading than you would like.

Silco scoffs at you. “In case you hadn’t noticed, that was a warning.” His voice drops at that last word, and the amused smirk he held for maybe a second or two is gone, lips pressed into a thin, agitated line. You’re really poking the bear right now.

“Silco you’re–”

“Sir,” Silco interjects, a cold cutting command that puts as much space between the two of you as possible.

You take a breath and start again, “Sir, I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re being fucking ridiculous.”

At this, Silco tosses his paper onto his desk, the hard line of his jaw evident even as he clearly tries to dampen his temper.

“For almost this entire week you’ve been fucking ridiculous, acting like we hardly know each other, like it’s not my place to know what the fuck is going on.”

“Who do I think I am?” Silco scoffs, cutting through your every argument with a hard look. “I think I’m a man who has killed for less than this obnoxious nonsense,” he spits, starting towards you. You think he’ll stop when he reaches you, but he passes you and moves towards the door. “And I think you’re my employee who doesn’t know whose business not to shove their nose in.”

“Hey!” You wheel around and a hand shoots out to stop Silco, landing on his shoulder for a fraction of a second before he whips around, shoving you off him.

“Hey, what?” he hisses. His eyes are alight with a rage you haven’t seen before, something protected, something hurt. His hand shoots out for the collar of your shirt as he waits for an answer.

To be honest, you’re stunned. He’d been on the defensive since you’d helped him that night but you never would have expected it to turn into this. This wall. This distance. This cruelty. This insecurity.

“We’re just not going to mention your nightmares?” you start, swallowing down the lump of hesitance that threatens to lodge in your throat. Silco glares down at you, jaw clenched. His other hand a twitching threat at his side. “You opened up to me, I helped you, and you shut me out immediately.”

Silco’s hard gaze does not relent, eyes drilling holes into you.

“You shut me out and you suffered more.” The lump in your throat has grown into something more than just hesitance, now a large mass of nerves and emotions. Your nose and eyes sting with a warning of on-coming tears.

“You need to find some kind of help, and if it’s not me then so be it, but I need to know what is going on. You made it my business.”

As much as you’d hoped that you would get through to Silco, you don’t. He grips your shirt tighter, knuckles a harsh, raging white as he leans in close.

“You don’t know anything about me or what I need,” he snarls, pushing you a good couple feet away from him. You stumble back, almost falling as you attempt to regain your balance. Your eyes water at Silco’s words and you can’t stop the tears that begin falling down your cheeks.

“I’d suggest you find somewhere else to stay.”

Upon seeing Silco’s furious gaze, the unapologetic rage swirling in the red and black of his eye, you swallow all arguments you have. Your efforts are wasted, your pleas fall on his anger-deaf ears.

You stand up straight, tears running hot down your face. The way they wet your lashes makes everything blurry, but you blink past it, drawing slow breaths.

“Yes sir.”

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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can we get arcane milfs with a fem reader wearing lingerie? nsfw if you’re comfortable with that! thank you so much ♡

Arcane characters reacting to their S/O wearing lingerie

VI may or may not go feral. She just can't help herself and pounces on you, running her hands all over your pretty body decorated with lace and ribbons. You just look so alluring and charming, like a literal deity and she is your worshipper. Almost rips the damn thing off of you but is more careful when you remind her of how expensive the material is. Vi just can't get enough of how perfect you look and keeps telling you that all throughout the night as she completely ruins you and fucks you until you see stars.

''Damn, muffin, you look good enough to eat. Look at you, so fucking pretty and all mine. This must have cost a fortune though! You know that you don't need to spend that much money for me to fuck you properly, hm? Hahah, relax, I'm just teasing you now c'mere, it's time I show my appreciation and worship you like you deserve.''

When she sees how beautiful you look, CAITLYN needs to sit down for a bit and just stare at you for the next ten minutes. When she notices you squirming under her gaze, she pulls you into a bruising kiss. Best believe she's fucking you in front of a mirror tonight, she wants you to see how pretty and perfect you are, especially when you're dressed so prettily and bouncing on her strap.

''Darling, you look positively ethereal. Don't be shy, lift your head up and look at your beautiful reflection or I'll have to punish you, understood? Just like that, good girl. My, you look so perfect and cute, do you like the strap? It matches the color of the little number you're wearing perfectly, don't you think? Remind me to take you lingerie shopping soon, I need to see you in more numbers like this one.''

JINX lets out a low whistle at the sight of you and circles you like prey, admiring all your curves and the way the color of the material accentuates your pretty features. She is positively smitten with how cute you look, like a treat and you're all hers. I hope you're ready for a long night because Jinx doesn't want for you to think that she doesn't appreciate you getting all dolled up for her so she will be fucking you until you lose your voice.

''Woah, toots! Look at you! You look good enough to eat and that's just what I'm planning on doing. What? Did you think I'd let you do all the work when you're looking this adorable and all for me? Not a chance, you just lay down and look pretty while I show you how grateful I really am, okay? Good, you're gonna love this, baby, I promise. We're in for a wild night.''

EKKO's jaw drops once he enters your shared room and sees you for the first time. He cannot believe he got so lucky to have such a perfect and thoughtful girlfriend. He seriously thinks that you look like an absolute angel. Will ask you to ride him so that he can touch and gaze upon your perfect body and praise you to hell and back.

''God- fuck, baby. All for me? Oh, you're so perfect, look at you. Come here, I want you to ride me so I can get a good look at how pretty you look in this. You don't have to take it off although you know I love seeing you naked more than anything. But you went through so much trouble that tonight I want to appreciate this, I'll just move your panties to the side while I fuck you, yeah? Hah, with that blush, you look as pretty as a painting. You're so hot, babe, and all mine.''

SEVIKA's grin widens as soon as she sees you waiting for her in your bedroom, lying on the bed, dressed clad in lingerie and looking like an ethereal being. Immediately starts taking her clothes off and joins you on the bed, only to pull you on top of her and grip your hair to get a good look at you. You look so wonderful, this is just what she needed after a long day at work and you always know how to treat her well. Now, she's gonna make sure to return all your thoughtfulness by making you feel more loved and cared for than you ever felt in your entire life.

''Gosh, babygirl, if I knew that this was waiting for me at home, I would have left work so much earlier. Doesn't matter, I'm here now. Lemme get a good look at you. So fuckin' perfect, baby, the prettiest girl in the world and she's all mine to kiss and fuck. How does that sound? Such a good girl for me, always treating me so well.''

GRAYSON honestly feels so touched that you're willing to go through all that trouble just to surprise her. She embraces you tightly and gets a good look at you once she pulls away. Rest assured that tonight you are going to be spoiled rotten and showered in praise. Grayson loves treating you well and is a service dom so she figures that she ought to show you just how much she appreciates you by fucking you slowly and passionately whilst whispering words of praise and admiration into your ear.

''Oh, darling, you're so wonderful. My, you look absolutely charming, like royalty and I ought to treat you as such, don't you agree? Don't go all shy on me now, I'm really touched that an angel like you did this for me so I plan on showing my complete appreciation and thankfulness. You're going to look even more beautiful once you're screaming my name.''

CASSANDRA immediately dons a knowing smirk on her face, approaching you slowly and gripping your chin gently as if inspecting you. She hums appreciatively and sits down on her lounge sofa, beckoning you to join her. She will spend the rest of her evening sipping wine and teasing you while admiring your beauty. She will touch you lightly and unexpectedly, chiding you if you dare to whine or complain.

''You look so cute, beloved, if only you learned to be more patient. Ah-ah, no talking back if you wish to come tonight. Give me time to sit back and enjoy the piece of art that you are, be good, and do not rush me. You look marvelous, my love, I ought to commission a painting while you're looking like this, hm? Don't be shy, it'll be for my eyes only. Shh, quit whining or I'll leave you without letting you orgasm, understood? Good girl, now where was I? Ah yes, the painting...''

At first, SILCO is annoyed at being interrupted during work but it's hard to stay mad once he gets a good look at you. He quickly lets go of the papers, inviting you over to sit on his lap and gripping your hips firmly as soon as you do. He will massage your thighs while hungrily gazing up at your pretty body, toying with the soft ribbons and lace of your lingerie. After making sure that his office door is locked, Silco will lead you over to the sofa where he will appreciate you by fucking you like there's no tomorrow.

''What do you want- Oh, hello darling, do come in. My, what has prompted this? You just wanted to surprise me? Well, you've more than succeeded in that. Come, sit on my lap, and let me get a good look at you. Absolutely stunning, my dear, I am one lucky man to have an angel such as you looking so pretty for me. Come, let me show you my appreciation properly, it's the least I could do for you, beloved.''

Oh, VANDER is so so touched that you'd do this for him. He hates the thought of you spending money for him but he cannot deny that you look absolutely stunning, looking up at him with doe eyes and waiting to hear his opinion. Gathers you up in his arms and takes you to bed, fully intent on giving you all his love and praise so that you may never doubt how positively wonderful you are to him.

''What was it that you wanted to show me, darl'? Oh, look at you, this must have been expensive, love! You shouldn't have, although I cannot deny that you look like a literal angel. Most beautiful woman in the world, I tell ya! This color looks so lovely on you, you're just the sweetest thing, ya know that? Well then, the only thing that's left for me to do is to show you how much I love you and all the things you do for me, my sweet angel. C'mere, love, let me worship you tonight.''

a/n: hi! i decided to add some more characters, i hope that that's okay :) i couldn't make it too nsfw bc then tumblr won't show my work in the tags so i hope that this is alright! also i didn't get to proofread this yet bc i just got back from my trip so i'm sorry if there are any errors ;;

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