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mattition.bsky.social
au vander and his stupid fucking manbun and stupid content smile and slutty little husband and well adjusted fucking children aaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Image of a wolf or dog that seems like it's smiling. Text above it reads, "it gets better". The word 'better' is pasted on top of several other versions of either 'better' or 'worse'.
November 16, 2025 at 4:24 AM
mattition.bsky.social
maybe i haven't touched cowboy fic yet but i have a new hot sexy belt so yall can imagine silco wearing it in the meantime
two-toned western style belt, with braided leather and metal coins.
October 23, 2025 at 1:29 AM
mattition.bsky.social
this is runeterra apparently
Map of Neopia, the Neopets planet
October 21, 2025 at 4:32 AM
mattition.bsky.social
I took the box of prompts for #ZaundadsKinktober2025 and sprinkled it over this fic, because kinktober is my favorite holiday! 🤸

Read it here archiveofourown.org/works/72656401 and expect a second chapter tomorrow!
Silco states the obvious. "You're wearing the boots." "Am I?" Vander smiles, smug and handsome. "Interested in doing something about 'em? They're a bit dull." "Yes, please," Silco sighs. OR Vander gets a new pair of boots and Silco can't get his mind out of the gutter.
October 17, 2025 at 9:24 PM
mattition.bsky.social
when the boots........ 🥴😳
He presses a trembling kiss and tiny lick to the arch of Vander's left boot. Vander pushes him back with a foot on his shoulder. Silco's mouth parts on an imperceptible sigh. Vander must be in a generous mood, because he sets his foot back down and nods his head. "Properly, Silco." He drags his tongue across the toecap. It's a bit dusty, some sort of chemical taste clinging to it. Vander's last pair were top grain leather, so Silco isn't quite used to the interesting texture of expensive full grain under his lips. These are the nicest boots in the Lanes. Silco moans, opening his mouth wide to get a better taste. He clutches the back of Vander's calf, breath coming shaky and fast.
October 14, 2025 at 4:23 PM
mattition.bsky.social
i may be possessed
Screenshot of a word document. Text reads: "Hound," Silco moans, begging. Vander sighs, content. "I love that sound, pretty." He strokes Silco's inner walls, petting him the way one might a nervous dog. "Are you so [desperate] that you need my cock with so little preparation? You can't even get pregnant from this hole, [stupid] little thing. No reason to rush, this is just for fun."
October 7, 2025 at 7:28 PM
mattition.bsky.social
big bang posting intersecting with early kinktober has me feeling like
Overwhelmed trying to eat from 10 different plates
October 4, 2025 at 9:00 PM
mattition.bsky.social
Happy #ZaundadsBigBang2025 !!

Vander and Silco do NOT get along... what happens when they're forced to parent two grieving girls?

Chapter 1 up now, updating every day this week!
archiveofourown.org/works/71570636
Screenshot of the title and summary for my fic "Nothing you can do... stop me loving you" Text reads: "I know I begged you to try things out with him," Felicia says, quiet. "I really did think you'd do well together. I thought you'd fall for each other. That we'd be this perfect constellation, just us four, growing old together." She shrugs, following his gaze over to Silco, who is smiling up at Powder, a tiny, sweet thing that Vander has only ever seen directed at Felicia and the girls. It makes his stomach flip sometimes, when he catches it out of the corner of his eye. "Sorry it didn't work like that, Fel." OR Silco and Vander have a contentious relationship. They won't admit (out loud) to the spark of attraction between them, and have sworn each other off after one disastrous date. 15 years later, they still can't get along for anything in the world, not even their best friends' growing family. When Felicia and Connol unexpectedly pass and leave Violet and Powder in their care, Silco and Vander have to decide if they can put their differences to the side and give their new charges a safe and happy home. They find out along the way exactly why Felicia and Connol tried so hard to get them together all those years ago. Part of the Zaundads Big Bang 2025!
September 30, 2025 at 2:02 PM
mattition.bsky.social
hey its wip wsunday.
i need to be a pervert more often 🗣
Screenshot of a word document. Text reads: When he’s finally had his fill, he drags his scruffy chin up across Silco’s chest, letting his head rest heavily on Silco’s collarbones. Silco is reminded of the way Warwick likes to tuck his nose into Silco’s armpit when they’re snuggled up on the sofa. The heavy weight of his head is comforting in a way Silco refuses to examine. “You can call me Vander,” he purrs, nuzzling into the crook of Silco’s neck. He laps at the skin there. “Or you could call me ‘puppy,’ if you wanted.” Silco groans, humiliation boiling under his skin. It’s not fair that his own subconscious is bullying him for this. “This is supposed to be a sexy dream,” he complains. “Is this not sexy?” Vander keeps licking his neck, scruff rubbing the tender skin there raw. He rumbles, pleased, when Silco tilts his head back to give him better access. He licks behind and then into Silco’s ear, holding him down with one giant hand when Silco squirms. The sensation of Vander’s thick drool seeping into his ear makes Silco cry out with disgust, even as arousal scatters across the surface of his skin. Vander just holds him closer, lets him rut helplessly into his belly.
July 13, 2025 at 2:10 PM
mattition.bsky.social
okay no cowboy chapter tonight i have hit a wall energy wise (i have been inside the wall for 2 weeks lmao).. but! wip to whet ur palette:
Screenshot of word document, which reads: “Lookit you, so docile. Sweet thing.” Vander coos, petting his flank with the back of his hand. Silco shivers, breath coming slow and heavy. Being under Vander’s care just seems to do this to him, sends him swirling into the ether. The rope Vander used to tie his arms is scratchy, painful against his sweaty skin. With his arms tucked into the small of his back like this, he feels open, vulnerable, even with his chest and belly pressed to the floor. Vander taps the crop to the arch of Silco’s left foot. Silco presses his face into the rough woven rug and straightens his posture again. At this point, his whole body is aching, hip flexors weak from holding his legs open so wide, thighs trembling faintly, even with the support of the rope.
June 23, 2025 at 1:45 AM
mattition.bsky.social
this is the background of vander's old man tablet, except its him kissing the horsey
Black and white photo of lady kissing a horse's nose. Text is overlaid, which reads: "You don't break horses... You come to an understanding with them." -Phil West
June 17, 2025 at 12:38 AM
mattition.bsky.social
wip wsunday bc im not gonna get to post today 🥲
Screenshot of a word document. Text reads: “Come lookin’ for your job?” Vander’s voice drawls, amused. Silco startles and looks down to where Vander is wheeling himself out from under the truck. He props himself up partways, looking back up at Silco from between thick thighs. He’s clad in yet another thin-washed tank top, and Silco is beginning to worry that Vander’s massive arms don’t fit quite right in shirtsleeves. He’s not one to judge a man’s fashion choices, heaven knows Silco’s ragged leather jacket isn’t particularly put together, but the fact of the matter is that Vander’s hairy armpits are too enticing for Silco not to look at. It’s bad enough that his furred chest is on display, a better rack than Dolly, but Silco can’t work for a man when he’s constantly imagining lapping up his sweat. It’s fucking embarassing.
June 15, 2025 at 12:07 PM
mattition.bsky.social
shirts like this absolutely ARENT horny to yall, huh?
Long sleeved dry-fit shirt, kinda baggy, with an image of a painted fish. The kind of shirt you wear on a boat when going fishing
June 15, 2025 at 1:16 AM
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June 9, 2025 at 12:37 AM
mattition.bsky.social
i miss this fic but its sooo far back in line 🥲
Screenshot of a word document. It reads: Not that Vander would have any issue groping him while the bar is full and bustling. He’d fuck Silco over one of the tables if he didn’t think people would take it as an invitation to touch. “Been a while since you shined my shoes. Missing it?” “What’s it to you?” Silco squirms as one of Vander’s hands slides around his front. He kneads Silco’s tummy, which he objects to, clawing into Vander’s giant forearm. Vander chuckles. His pinky slips into the waistband of Silco’s trousers. “Here’s the deal, prettybird. I think you wanna ride my boot, but we both know the timing’s off. So if you can be well-behaved while you wait, you get full control of how it goes, when the time comes. Sound fair?” “Yeah, whatever,” says Silco, petulant. Vander nips him behind the ear as a reward before finally letting him free.
June 8, 2025 at 2:16 AM
mattition.bsky.social
YALL!! 🫣
Screenshot from a cowboy's blog regarding the act of 'getting chapped'. It reads: "To chap someone, they must first be restrained, usually by a group, especially the crew they are working with. Then when said individual has been properly positioned on the ground, a large pair of the leather coverings, known as chaps, is brought out and applied to the posterior of our “volunteer”. Sometimes the crew will take turns administering the blows, with each man only giving one or two licks, but usually it is reserved for the closest friend our subject has on the crew. This is so things don’t get out of hand. The administrator holds the chaps with both hands at the waist of the pair, and then swings them high over his head like a battle axe and brings the fattest, heaviest part at the bottom of the chaps to bear against his buddy’s backside, like a big flat leather paddle. This is trickier than it sounds because there can be anywhere from six to ten guys holding down the victim…, I mean volunteer. "
June 6, 2025 at 11:21 PM
mattition.bsky.social
i hear it's wip wednesday 😌
Screenshot of a word document. It reads: /So good. Best he’s ever been in his life./ “...Fine.” Silco almost doesn’t recognize his own voice, low and dreamy as it is. A small noise of confusion falls out of his mouth. “Good, buddy. Real good. Not much longer now, then we’ll get up, understand?” “Yessir.” Silco hopes he nods. He hopes he doesn’t look like an idiot, staring off into space in the timeout corner. He shivers, opens his mouth to complain. Vander reaches out and squeezes his shoulder, and Silco, much to his humiliation, groans. Vander chuckles. “You’re okay, buddy. Almost done.” He pats Silco twice, much in the way he does an anxious animal, and strolls away, leaving Silco to drift again.
June 5, 2025 at 2:04 AM
mattition.bsky.social
watching boys being thrown off bulls:
Screenshot of a yahoo answers question. Heading reads: "why do my thing go up?" Additional info reads: "why me"
June 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
mattition.bsky.social
things are happening in the #vanco cowboy au....
Screenshot of a word document. The text reads: He looks up at Vander, the picture of a stray kitten, big pitiful eyes and scraggly hair. He’s got some bite to him, though, from what Vander’s heard. “Y’don’t even know my name,” he snaps, pointing an accusing finger. He stumbles with the force of the movement. Vander is not impressed. “I know that there’s the kind of bruise you get from someone slammin’ your face into a flat surface. Was it a wall or a table?” “Fuck you mister…” Silco steadies himself on the tree and begins fumbling around in his pockets for something, huffing in annoyance when he pulls out a crushed carton of cigarettes. Vander watches, bemused, as Silco uses what appears to be all of his brain power to pull a cigarette from the pack and light it. “How old’re you, Slick?” “Don’t call me that,” Silco mutters. His eyes flick away and back. “Twenty-eight.” Vander reaches out and grasps Silco’s chin in one massive hand.
June 2, 2025 at 6:18 PM
mattition.bsky.social
fellas...
June 2, 2025 at 2:39 AM
mattition.bsky.social
me: playing with so many new fic concepts and happily writing all week

my big bang:
Tubby orange cat cannot fit into a box, looks balefully at the camera. He is suffering injustices from the universe
June 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
mattition.bsky.social
they want this to seem like a pool table (corner pockets, person holding what could be a cue), but it is so slick and lit up... this is an air hockey table, fellas
Screenshot of Arcane, interior of the Last Drop. Importantly, the odd game table which seems to have a glass top and glows red.
May 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM