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and just a quick doodle before passing out

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Touching that place marked by the other, when thinking of them...

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Fathers & Daughters

Oh the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy.

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WIP (Random Western AU Vander and Silco sketch?) “Brothers (and sisters) back to back against whatever the world threw at us.”

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There is no explanation

Silco is this thing for no reason:

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What could have been, I suppose 🥲

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We should start calling 'pecs' tits like no muscle, muscle, or chubby we all should just call them tits

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Did one of @snuffysbox draw your OTP like this for Silco and Vander

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Zaun Comrades

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136. "No one does it like you"

Vanco: where Silco tells Vander to pound his ass doggy style.

If I'm writing Vanco like this you gotta know I'm gonna make it angsty

MDNI - From Smut Prompt List

Tags: Zaundads, Vanco, Anal Fingering, Handjob, No one gets to finish, trauma

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"No one does it like you."

Silco's panting already, back slick with sweat. Staring up at the ceiling while thick fingers work inside of him. His lover's other hand curled around his cock, pumping him in time. Just ever so lightly he can feel the curve of Vander's smile against his hip.

"I would certainly hope not. Not after all of these years."

The smaller man's eyes roll, trying to hide a tremble while Vander's fingers curl just so inside of him, pressing against a spot that makes his cock twitch. "You know it's true, or else I wouldn't stay."

"So mouthy tonight."

"You're not going fast enough."

"Not stuttering either." Both hands move, leaving his cock and ass to instead drag down his legs. Strong hands grip his thighs, and before he can object, Vander is turning him facedown into the pillows. His hips are dragged up first, followed by his shoulders. "No hiding that damn mouth of yours either. I want to hear you."

"Wasn't my intention to be turned around." Is all he can say, trying to huff but Vander's spreading him open again. Not even sliding his fingers or his cock in, just staring at him for a moment until Silco's hips tilt, and then fingers meet his entrance once more. Stretching him again, much to Silco's whines.

"Got to prep you, Sil." Vander reminds him because it's a rare day that he doesn't. Not that it wasn't needed, Vander was a man of huge girth everywhere-

A large hand rests on the middle of his back. Slowly it drags to moving down Silco's side, dragging along his ribs before pausing over the top of his heart. Fingers press gently into his sternum like he's trying to mark the spot for later.

And then the hand moves upwards. Silco swallows when the fingers brush over his throat. "Vander?"

The hand tightens.

"Vander!"

The sweat on his back isn't sweating anymore he realizes, water. It's soaked clothes pressing into his skin. There's pain, horrible pain across his face.

When he turns to look back at Vander, the man is crying while grinning at him. Every tooth is sharp, growing shiny from a mixture of drool and tears. His voice is a low tone, barely more than a whisper and when he speaks, water floods out. "Let it in."

The water's in his eyes, in his lungs, and Vander's hand is still on his throat. Plunging him down, further and further until there's no light anymore shining through the water. Only Vander's sharp teeth.

Silco wakes.

His breathing is normal, if heavy, his chest heaving from it. He blinks once, twice, gaze moving to focus on the ceiling. Counting down from one hundred, until his heart settles.

(Thirty-Seven. That's how long it takes.)

Once he is sufficiently calm, he raises a hand to view his fingers. Long, clean, bruised. He moves to touch the left side of his face, to find it covered in cloth.

His fingers curl against the bandages, and he can feel the sting in his good eye. Unable to sleep, he turns out of his bed and sets to work on crafting a plan to raise funds.

When the wound was still fresh, Silco had once thought everything could be mended. That everything could be easily swept away, he would even apologize to Vander if it meant having him again. If it meant he would feel safe again.

But now, sitting at his desk, with the memory of the hands around his throat Silco knows it isn't possible. That there would be some violence necessary to change things, even his former lover.

Vander would see it, even if it took time. Silco was almost looking forward to that aspect, of re-teaching the large man. His own slender fingers wrapped around that thick neck.

He would show Vander his teeth too.

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любовь среди ментов

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Doodles of future scenes of my WIP You Are A Dream

Under The Cut- Close ups + how I looked the whole time drawing these

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Let me wipe the soot off your cheek while you gaze at me lovingly, pls sir

Also miner!Silco content because I haven’t seen anything on that despite it being a huge part of his backstory. I went through several ideas on what he would wear working, but I vetoed a gas mask and any protective gear because I feel like they didn’t care enough to protect the people working

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little bit of uh... silco... tied up with smth?

You pervert. Here have a sketch ❤️

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Okay, but young Silco... 😩

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Two old memories. I’m really testing tumblr here

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WIP quick sketch of an angy boy with a freshly fucked up face