#i don't know much about art so i hope this worked alright 👌

[a-gal-with-taste]

Lucky (Part 3) NSFW

Summary: Or, Silco finds the fanart. (Finale)

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI, Silco X GN!Reader, established relationship, bit of fluff/rom-com, teasing, toys, dom/sub elements, edging

There were images that could never leave your brain.

In the quietest of moments, they lingered, demanded your attention as they whirled in the back of your mind. Sometimes they would already be moving your muscles for you, your hand making loops and curves in the edges of paper, before you stopped the details from coming in. You stopped, your brain was already consuming your thoughts with memories of making the initial image come true, and while the images you put to paper were necessary, were needed, you still found them to be a poor substitute.

Because how could ink, paint and pen even compare to the real, raw vision you have spread out before you?

His mouth dropped open, head pressed back into the pillows and cushioned bed beneath him as you jerk, and slick your hand around him. Slowly, to purposefully graze your warm palm over the aching, flared head of his cock as you trace veins.

You are rewarded quickly with the stunning, beautiful sight of his hair flying as his head slams back. Arching up with an almost-animalistic growl as he fucks into your hand, orgasm all but ripping through him as you bring him to completion. Spillover leaking from his tip, spilling down his pulsating length in your loose grip, down to his thighs and even splattering his abdomen...

You don't just want to stare at the image forever.

You want to make it happen, again, again and again, but since human capacity for such exhilaration is only so finite, you have to come up with a different way to keep such pictures of Silco coming undone by you  in your mind forever.

Which is where the book came in. Your book.

Your sketchbook.

The image couldn't leave your brain, but it had to be put to paper. Had to, for you had seen the consequences of letting it stay and linger in the back of your mind. More than a couple of broken-glasses were on your tab down at the bar, something that Sevika only raised a brow higher and higher at. Especially when, in your mindlessness, you had tried to scoop up the glass with your own hands, and immediately had red gushing from your palms.

"What were you thinking?" The scolding was worse than the pain, even with the annoyance in his tone kept to a minimal, you shifted, but hid your modified state with a wince as another piece of glass was plucked from your palm. "...nothing." You finally decided on.

The hand curled around your wrist stilled, than tightened minutely to catch your attention. "Nothing?" Silco said flatly, in disbelief. "You've never been the one for slipping up, making mistakes. Forgive me if I find it difficult that nothing would make you drop three glasses in one week."

No, but saying nothing was much easier than admitting the truth. Of course, one would expect their thoughts to linger on the mental-picture of their partner throughout the day- such was normal. Expected, even, and you knew that even in the busiest of moments, in the worst and most clustered meeting with Chem-Barons, or when he was in a faraway, solitidary zone with his paperwork, some part of Silco's mind held some regard for you.

He wouldn't be surprised that you were thinking about him. But you imagined telling him that one of the only images circulating your mind, was of him fucked-out and still leaking from your touch, would raise a brow.

"Just... a lot on my mind," You said, with a smile you hoped would erase his suspicions. "I'm starting to think you're more accident-prone than just mindless," Silco retorts dryly, plopping the silver tweezers down before tilting your hand this way and that in the light. Deeming it glass-free, there's a tug as the bandaged is wrapped around your palm. "Take the rest of the night off."

On one hand, that was great. Now you had the opportunity to actually get the image out of your head, now that you had some additional free-time to yourself. On the other though, it sounded closer to an order than a suggestion, which made you frown. "My hands are fine, I can-"

"Based on your track-record, they'll be falling off at the sinews by the end of the week."

Ouch.

But he seemed to be right, as you visibly winced when curling your hands into fists. There was a sound of another sigh from him, but the kingpin grazes his touch from your wrist, to cover over your hand with his palm covering the back of it. The warmth made you smile through the sting, even though Silco kept his face impassive in his small comforting.

"You know I'm not usually such a klutz, Sil." "Exactly what I was thinking; so any explanation that you can provide would be appreciated to what's actually on your mind."

You and the Eye of Zaun could be open with one another, in most things. The man with so few to trust leaned heavily on you for support, and while you knew there was some demons, some memories and thoughts that he simply could never share with everyone, even you, Silco could be open with you.

And you had no problem being openly communicative with him.

Except, in the case in which you had been filling an entire sketchbook filled with all the images of your partner. Those that would seem mundane, sweet even, as you had woken up a couple times to commit the view of Silco in sleep, in peace, to paper.

And then there were those that were a sight for your eyes alone. Gratuitous, explicit, and insanely hot, but not exactly something you wanted to excitedly race to Silco's desk to show.

"Nothing," You said with a smile, leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth, the scars that reached past his cheek brushing against your touch. "Got nothing on my mind, Silco."

-

Well.

Nothing except, the mental image of his face twisted in anticipation. Eye flaring with the other squeezed shut, hips arched up in enticing anticipation for touch, for relief, for release, for-

"Fuck, dammit," You grumbled as your hand winced, and you relaxed your grip around the pen. Perhaps Silco wasn't wrong about your mindlessness, you said as you plopped the book on your lap. Head resting on the headboard, you stretched out your fingers as you gazed at the page in front of you.

You didn't regret it, although you were sure Silco would either raise a brow and politely distance himself from you if he ever saw it, or immediately burn such damning evidence of him in any sort of vulnerable state. In person, any vulnerability was hidden beneath shirt-collars and suitcuffs, behind glares and that glowing, flaming red eye to pierce those in place until he had need for them to move.

But those were a visual he gave to those outside, in Zaun and those foolish enough to cross him from Piltover. Then there visuals he gave you, burning in your brain, only settled when put to paper.

Flicking away from the more graphic of your artwork, you caught smiles on the next page. Rare, fleeting ones, that were able to twist into a wicked-smirk in a moment's notice, but the evidence that they existed was clear on the pages.

Another few flicks, and you let out an audible chuckle at the next memory you had raced to put to pen. Silco's hair was practically an entity of itself, able to be poised and dignified one second, ragged and ruffled in every which direction in the next.

But there was something almost charming about the way it could stick-up after being towel-dried, that had to be put to paper.

It made him look... spiky.

Chuckles melted into a sigh as you took a peek at one of your earliest works. Again, vulnerability was a rare look for Silco. But in sleep, there was abundance of it, and though you admit your art wasn't quite a masterpiece when you first started putting your mental images of this man onto paper, you trace the curve of his face on the pages. Lax, but wrinkles smoothed and dull aches fading for a brief moment.

It'd been what inspired you to grab the book in the first place, as a matter of fact. Silco often awoke before you, meaning the true rarity of those moments where he seems totally wholly in peace, were basically impossible to catch in the moment. It had been a look you had to commit to paper, if even only for your eyes. While it may have been burned into your memory, you needed a physical recollection of it to see it.

Silco, relaxed or in true, honest-to-Gods, restfulness.

A few more page flicks, and another snicker.

Silco, scowling but more exasperated than annoyed, as he peels off a paint-splattered coat.

Another page-flick, this one softening your smile.

His hand firmly clasped in yours as he leans an elbow across the dining table. You've often thought about coloring in the pages, for you watched to capture the detail of the red-wine matching the dark fiery hue of his eye, while the other glints at you with a look he shared with no one else.

Another page flick, and you swallow. Feel your thighs rub together as you shuffle on the bed.

You never forget for a moment, what a physical marvel Silco's body is.

But it's always nice to have a reminder, even when your mind keeps the images tight in your mind, the study of his physique on page is something you enjoy coming back to. Lean, sharp, imposing even in a slimmer stature, it's not just the face nor infamous eye that attracts the sight, but how his expressive visage seems to reflex the rest of this body.

Sweet Janna, is this man expressive.

Lips biting down, nails digging and clawing into sheets or into your skin. You outline the detail where you drew of his knuckles strained, from where he gripped your leg to hoist high onto his shoulder as he pounded into you.

Gritted teeth and sweat shining on the remaining brow, as he rocks into you, gazing down to where your bodies were joined. You think you captured his expression of pleased possessiveness well, for your breath catches just from seeing the image on paper.

Swallowing again, you close your eyes and tilt your head back with a small exhale as you force the grip on your pen to relax. The stings return from under the bandage and you force a slow inhale at the pain. Perhaps Silco had a right idea to let your hands rest... but there was some details missing, that you mind wouldn't allow you your hands to rest until you committed them to page...

The ballpoint of the pen just barely-touched the surface, before long fingers curled over the top of the book, and pulled it from your grasp.

The shriek you gave was quite embarrassing, but Silco's dry look didn't break for a second as you lunged for it, his hand slightly out to catch you. "I thought I said to give the paperwork a rest for a night," His voice was on the urge of being cross, expression only growing flatter at your frantic widening eyes. "I think you can survive an evening without work, darling."

"That's-" You swallowed, mind coming up blank. "It's... my diary?"

A brow rose halfway up to his hairline. But while he didn't hand it back, he also didn't look at the pages only slightly obscured by his fingers on the page, meaning there was still some hope. "... your diary?" A small nod, and you held your hands back out, not needing to fake the embarrassment on your cheeks, but forcing a smile and a careless little laugh, like he wasn't holding the bane of your existance in hand.

"Yeah! You know, jotting down notes and stuff from the day, p-putting all my little thoughts onto paper..." You stretched your smile wider and forced your hands not to jerk out when you saw his grip flex on the book. "... You don't have one?" You asked innocently.

The ruling crimelord, the man who flooded the streets with Shimmer and had an iron-grip around Zaun, looked down at you over the arch of his nose in disbelief.

Right, well... worth a shot.

Plus, it caused a distraction, and your hand jerked out to snatch it from his hand. The worst thing he could've done then occurred, when the man flicked the book up, closer to his face, and as his face melted into bewilderment at your actions, his eye caught sight of the page you had been on.

Immediately, he took a step back while your jaw clicked shut, sitting straight up and watching his expression. As expected, in the privacy of his own territory, Silco's immediate reaction was completely open bright seagreen eye widening as he pulled the book closer to his face, gaze darting over the details.

"... I... it's better than bringing a camera into bed." You joked weakly, recalling the handheld devices of Piltover-origin beginning to make their rounds in the Lanes markets. Silco did not respond verbally, his own jaw shifting as his teeth grind and you watched as he did the second-worst thing, and flicked to the next page.

"... I can see why you would consider these to be putting your personal thoughts to paper," He comments lightly enough, turning to the next page. "Because, I'm fairly certain all these are sights from your own point of view."

Face burning, you sputtered to try and find a way to respond, but are muted by his eyes glancing over to you. "No no, there's no need to dispute it." He snaps the book closed, and gives it a lazy wave in the air. "I don't think you can at this point."

You really couldn't, but that didn't mean you weren't mortified at being caught red-handed with them. His tone drawled as he spoke, but even with laissez faire look in his eye, you knew who he was.

"... I wanted to find a way to keep your hands idle for this evening," He said suddenly, seemingly changing the subject, but again, you knew him too well. "Originally, to prevent further straining of your hands. For I can imagine even the slightest provocation has caused some discomfort, and that's the last thing I'd want for you while you're healing, darling."

Pretending like you could see where exactly his calculating mind was going with this, you nodded, holding your hands in your lap and curling them tightly on top of one another- "At your sides. Palms on the bed, relax your fingers." Breath hitching, but after a beat you did as he asked. Tilting his head, Silco hummed at the sight, before trailing his unmatched gaze from you, to the book in his hand. You saw a tongue prodding the inside of his cheek in thought, which put you on edge.

Not necessarily in a bad way. But a way that you knew it was going to be a long night.

In the way that you imagined this was going to be a big of a lengthy evening for you indeed, which he confirmed with his next casual remark as he picked up a slim, small box he'd gotten from the marketplace.

"As much as I'm eager to witness your hands in action, after seeing so much work you put into this... craft, perhaps we should let them rest for an evening."

Soon, there's a hand on your shoulder as you're reclined back onto the bed. Facing the ceiling, you swallow as you felt his fingers trail on their way down, brushing over your collarbone, along your chest, over your abdomen... "Are you... upset? That I drew you?" "Furious," He confirms with a hitched breath in response from you. Partially from his words, mostly because his fingers have found the hem of your pants. "Not that the world is privy to see such talent of course, but hiding your skills from me, darling?" Silco tsked as you shuddered, bare skin soon hitting air as his palms found your thighs, nails digging into the skin once as he spread them open, before he reached over to the box.

The box containing his new favorite device, since it would indeed fit with his original, and new goals for the evening.

Keeping your hands unoccupied while it worked at you, and his own free to go through the entirety of your sketchbook, which he was very curious to see the rest of, especially after such a sneak peek...

-

“You have a hand for details… something I can appreciate. It’s preferable to cut to the chase in business, but in pleasure, one should take their time.” A pause, and after a moment, a click. The King of Zaun spoke under your sudden rasp for a full-breath of air into straining lungs.

“I could tell a lot of work went into these. I'm very impressed, darling,” A page flick, not quite muting the sound of your keening whine, but Silco kept his focus on the sketchbook in his hands. It was only right, he could see your skills coming to life on the pages. A foolish man he would be, to not give such work his full-attention, and while you were already getting the right amount of attention you deserved.

Though, judging by your moans and whispers of his name, you desired more. You could wait though. “How often do you think you spent on these designs?”

A series of gasps was his only reply. Granting some sense of mercy, there’s another click, and an audible sound of your body slumping back in temporary, physical relief. Devastating, as you could feel the pleasure ebbing. “An hour?” He asks, too innocently while you shudder, catching your breath. “Perhaps two? Several?”

“F-for sketches like those?” Licking your lips, you could taste the bit of salt from the sheen of sweat that was building on your face. “Fuck, S-sil… I don’t know, j-just kept going until I liked��what I was seeing-!”

You are cut off with a cry, after another click. The vibrations within you were maddening, and racing you closer and closer to the pinnacle of insanity. Insanity, that you could be brought to these heights without his hands on you, or vice-versa.

It had to be an insanely erotic image, but you were too focused on chasing your release without moving your hands to care much about it now.

Again, his too-innocent tone called out over the sound of your gritted out groan and writhing on sheets, “Good to know. Perhaps I shall take inspiration from that sort of mindset, taking one's time to make art...” He smiled slightly, as he turned to the next page, finding a delightful little detail.

Your face of desperation almost matched the one you had etched into the book.

-

"...I wouldn't mind having a collection of your own image to look back on, darling. Self-portrait, as it were... perhaps I could inquire you on a commission of sorts?" He could wait to discuss that later. As much as he enjoyed seeing the way you had depicted him onto paper, he liked the picture of you arching up on the bed and crying out his name to be a much more beautiful image.

An image that wouldn't leave his mind for a while yet.

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[zu-is-here]

Hi Zuuuuu! *huggggss* I missed you!! How have you been?? It feels like ages since we talked even if it really hasn't been! How's life?

I have to say again that I enjoy your post Dark-Cream so muchhh, I love them having a domestic life.

Also, Dream is wearing the same outfit from falling in love right? So I just wondered if that's just because it's what he wore back then, or possibly that was them after 'running away' since you did say in the past that your comics aren't in order anymore? Idk, just a thought.

I'm doing alright! As I mentioned before my shipping heart has been cruely pulled in all directions :')

I found type and wormys dreammare vow or never fic and I justtttt ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I can't take itttt. So incredibly amazing. And then also the Kross one as well, making Killer the ship for a change XD

I've been spending alot of my time 'thrifting' as tik-tok calls it. Me and mother went to a car boot sale yesterday, and I've been hunting for cuddly toys, as I've mentioned I collect them :) and today we visited some charity shops as well. Do you ever go 'thrifting'?

Today I also got a new passport photo taken, and I look like a right stroppy cow XD I've gotta get that sorted for the trip though.

Mentally it's been abit better, but there are some highs and lows, I have to say I enjoy looking at your inktaletobler artwork.

I have good news to! The second part of the Twins story should be tomorrow (if not Wednesday) so that's coming sooooon!

Drawing as been going really well! 2 comics and working on a 3rd! I think I'm stealing your powerssss hahaha.

I also completed my final piece for killercreammare week! Ans now I'm happy to put that behind me till next year. Gotta get ready for Dark-Cream week next!

I have soooo much more art to post gahhhdgsh ahahah.

So productive.... So stressed... No sleep lol XD just coffee 😌👌

OK I kid around, things are alright.

How's koshka?

Hii Gayfish! *hugsss* Missed you too! (ówò)♡ For real, days feels like weeks— I'm great as always, thanks! <3 Barely keep up with Inktobertale but still! xd

Same here <3 It does mean a lot to me, thanks a million again! (*´꒳`*)

That's right! ★ It's what he wore years ago, before Aim's birth, for they were searching a lot for a place to stay <3

Glad to hear you're doing better now╰(*´︶`*)╯ Wait— you didn't know about that fic?? I was so sure we've discussed it weeks ago cause it is so good. ♡ The concept of corrupting, the day before Night failed his exam, their last kiss— haven't read Kross one yet tho! :')

Awww! How was the hunt? *w* Hope I got thrifting right *boomer's noises* I don't remember last time but I used to do it a lot back then, searching for nice things ♪

Oh these passport photos... xp But that's so cool, congrats!! ☆ Are you planning another trip? (*'▽'*)

Does something bother you now? (ó3ò) I'm glad to hear it makes you feel a bit better! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

OMG— hype is real! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) Looking forward to it <3

For real! XD But it's amazing, keep up the great work *^*

Your latest killercreammare artwork looks fantastic! \(//∇//)\ Lineless work is painstaking yet it's worth it ☆ Oh right, Dark Cream week— xd

Please get a good sleep and have a nice rest! (ò3ó) You did a great job already <3

Koshka's doing grrreat ;D She was so scared when my family visited me she didn't even know where to hide XD Poor old lady grumbled for a long time after they left x) How's Henry? *^*