When I did the first draft of this it was 3 paragraphs. When I did an edit it became 5. Now day 4 of Pedrotober is very much an observation about our favourite man on a ranch & what you’d do to him. Yea I got carried away with this one.
Synopsis:- You’ve admired Silva for years but now circumstances give you the chance to speak to him.
Word count:-1000
Warnings over & above:- masturbation, age gap of at least 15 years, peeping Tom & perving, admiring from a far, obsession, very descriptive of imagining possible sexual encounters.
Thanks for the read people (how are we already on day 4) thanks @norththelemon & @alyssamariag for the prompts as always .
You’ve never spoken to him, but each day you watch as the grumpy old man at the ranch “next door” cleans his horses & prepares them & sweeps his dust off his porch, you can’t help but stare. The man is rather magnificent, strong & handsome.
You watch the man with the silver flecks in his hair. With the red plaid flannel, as he sips his water from the pale. How delicately he washes his hands, such large hands. The way the sun shine through his slightly greying hair. The broad shadow he casts on the ground as he’s so large. He is the man of your dreams, & often those dreams are spicy.
Everyday he walks one of his older horses around the area, not willing to put it down yet but knows it can still move a little. He always nods his cowboys hat to you & your parents. He’s always been at this ranch as long as you can remember, but you’ve never really been introduced. I mean you are probably of more interest to his son, you are similar ages in your early 20s. A man who is at least 45 would never take an interest in you. You can dream it but it will never happen.
That was until the morning commotion, you spied on the whole thing through your bedroom window, with your binoculars, as you did everyday, just to get a glimpse of him searching for his underpants in the draw. Wondering if you will get a look at his delicious peach. You know he sleeps naked, you’ve often seen the out line of his penis as he blows out the evening flame reflecting in the shadow before it all goes dark.
Silva shot a sherif on the day it all kicked off, but the sherif didn’t leave for a good 4 week’s afterwards. He vowed to never see him again. You heard the shouts & the arguments. You saw Silvas body slump in reaction before he headed to the porch to ponder, clearly feeling sorry for himself as he watched the sherif leave. This was your moment. To make friends with the man on the next ranch, to finally speak to him & show solidarity with him. Flirting could come later. His son hadn’t been there since his sherif arrived.
You put on your boots & walked the half mile up the road, the ranch you’d observed for so long you were now stepping into. The dust coating your throat quickly, the horses naying in yard. You slowly approach the porch & sigh. He’s rocking back & forth in his chair, his cowboy hat over his head as he is probably asleep. His foot tapping, his left hand clutching a red bandana. He looks so peaceful, so handsome & manly.
You don’t want to interrupt, you’d be happy to stare at this work of art for a long time.
You cough & he sits up. He almost rocks his chair back a bit too much.
“Hey” you say in a squeaky tone. Trying not to blush.
“Hey, did your parents send you up here?” He asks as he lifts his head up. That beard is even more magnificent in close proximity, even if it’s patchy & those glorious dark brown eyes look back at you.
“No” you say shyly. “I just saw the sherif leave & wondered if everything was okay, he’s been here a while” you stand awkwardly, trying to not be effected by the beauty of this older man, & wonder what he could teach you or do to you. Your thoughts betray you.
“He had but he’s gone now, our business is done” he says tapping his foot still as he rocks. The hand not holding the bandana rubs his own thigh.
“I just thought I’d check you didn’t need us for anything”
“No not yet but please tell your father that I might need to borrow one of his horses for a few days.”
“Yes mr Silva” you blush & he smirks as this happens. You like being obedient in lots of respects, but this he enjoyed a bit too much.
“Afternoon” he says dismissing the end of the conversation, pulling the hat down over his eyes not wanting to be disturbed anymore. You wait a few seconds shifting awkwardly before you head back to your own ranch. You may have missed an opportunity for more but now you have spoken to him, next time it won’t be as hard to approach the older man, to say a few more insightful things, build some trust which could blossom into who knows what.
You tell your dad that Silva may require assistance going forward, as you sit at the dinner table that night. Not hungry for food but hungry for the beast of the man just a few minutes away, consuming your every thought. An obsession which is now forming part of you, more than just a glance or a crush. You have made contact & had a conversation, this was now more. So it’s not a surprise to you that it is Silva’s name you moan into your pillow that night as you masturbate thinking of him. Wondering if he’d be gentle or rough. Would he want you on top or not? Would he expect oral delights & if he did would he give back as good as he got? How good his fingers tongue & cock would feel inside you, & how your small mouth would moan for him for hours until the sun came up.
You have no idea at his ranch, he’s moaning your name too. Smitten after his encounter with someone so young & vibrant. He lays in bed jerking his length, watching the ropes of cum spill over his hand thighs & bedding, wondering why the heck anyone like you would be interested in an old broken cowboy like him.
★ summary : having a messy breakup is horrible, but it's even worse if you have to see their face every single day. but even with the heartbreak, you can't help but still care deeply about them.
★ warning : teacher!reader, mature language, mentions of silva getting hurt, heartbreak, angst but happy ending!!
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You didn’t want to worry, but you can't help but doing just that. You also weren't supposed to care, but guess what, you do.
When news spread out that a whole squad got killed by a burned one, who were led by none other than Saul Silva, you of course thought that he's dead.
You didn't want to. But you did.
Imagine the relief you felt when he's alive, although the only one left. He's alive.
You and Silva had a messy history together. You were in an amazing relationship but one day you guys got into a screaming match and he just left, and he didn’t came back. You were no better though, you didn’t reach out to him in any way.
And that was a year ago.
The feeling you felt with the incident, just proves how much you still care about him. But you have to ignore that feeling seeing that you guys are basically co-workers.
The most conversation you had with him since then was basically just about work or silent glances you guys took at each other at school.
It was alright, until it wasn't.
° time skip brought to you by bloom's bomb ass wings. °
YOU knew it was stupid. The plan was just plainly idiotic but when you met Sky and Bloom walking into the forest with the same goal as yours, you can't back out now.
After some bickering and raising some voices you, next thing you knew the burned one was dead and you were waiting outside the greenhouse like a child waiting to be scolded.
After the door opened and Sky came out he engulfed you in a hug while whispering into your ear, "Good luck, he's not very happy."
You lightly chuckled, patting his back, "Really? You don't say." you said sarcastically, he chuckled, before moving away from the hug and going into the greenhouse.
As the door creaked open Silva's head snapped up to meet yours. His eyes were full of worry but still held adoration for the person in front of him.
"How are you feeling?" you said, breaking the blanket of silence. It was honestly weird talking to him so formally, but if that's what he's going to give then that's what you're going to get.
"Better." he sighed, "What you did was really irresponsible, not only did you put your life in danger but Sky's life too." his voice went more stern as he went.
You scoffed, irritated at his actions. "Hold on a second, I didn't tell Sky to come with me. I didn't drag him to the forest. I didn't even know he was going until the last minute! So you can drop the bullshit and a plain thank you would be nice." you spat angrily, folding your hands across your chest.
"Thank you," love, he wanted to add but he fought against it.
He smiled when a grin made its way to your face. Truly appreciating his words. It made your heart warm seeing him genuinely smile after such a shitty week.
You stood in front of him, the question that you wanted to ask so badly kept nagging at the back of your mind.
"Why did you leave?"
"Why did you leave?"
"Why did you leave?"
"Why'd you leave?" you blurted. It was too much and your curiosity was taking over. You internally cringed at how bluntly you said that.
Silva's smile fell immediately at the question. Why did he leave?
You broke the awkward tension slowly backing away, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that-"
Silva shook his head, "No no no, you have every right to ask that." he said lowering his gaze to the floor.
"If so, why?"
"I guess I got scared," he admitted quietly.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "Of what exactly?"
"Of not being enough." it broke you into pieces hearing his voice crack. "You're an absolute angel. You deserve everything and so much more, and I can't give that to you."
"Silva you are more than enough." you assured him, grabbing his face and softly caressing your thumb over his cheekbones.
He leaned into your plan but shook his head, "You don't deserve someone as broken and terrible as me."
"You're not terrible, and I'm broken too. Let's be broken together. Or better, let's fix each other." you said hopefully, smiling at him.
It was a long shot but you're going to take it.
"Are you sure?"
"I'll take you if you take me."
"Absolutely." he grinned before slipping his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss.
Today’s prompt was Footpath. Took me a while to work out what to do with this one, but I’m happy with it. Silva is always interesting to write.
Synopsis:- Silva arrives at your outpost.
Word Count:- 430
All Silva fics are gender neutral. There some insuation as to what might happen next but we don’t get that far. Dangers of the footpath.
Thanks @fanfictionoverload @berryispunk @lady-bess as always, these are so fun to do. Hope you are all loving it.
A very small footpath connects the two small towns. Enough to get a horse through. It’s treacherous in the winter, it becomes sodden. In the summer it’s too hot to treck at all. You need so much water to get through it & survive. The autumn the winds blow straight across it. Gusty & unforgiving. But in Spring, the ground is flat & not uneven, it’s not too cold & the winds are gentle.
Only one man is brave enough to follow this footpath all year round & that is Silva. What started off as a life or death situation about 4 years ago he now does as a party trick. His horses aren’t big fans of it. Often needing long drinks, wondering how & why he puts them through these changing conditions. But they are always happy to arrive at your outpost on the edge of town. They know they are now in good hands & Silva is always so proud of them.
“Good girl” he says on this spring morning as the horse eats its hay. You look on in wonder watching him rub the horses nose. Almost like he is in love with it. He probably is. He does trust the horse with his life on that dangerous footpath. You sigh & stare. You’ve never seen a man so at peace, so calm & so ready for the next stage of his journey. Wherever he goes now will be much easier than what he’s just covered. You stand there with a bucket to fill the troth, you do this for every rider when they arrive in town, friend or foe to the village. That way the deputy can inform the sheriff what is coming. They receive a nice friendly face no matter what. But Silvas is always the most handsome. The one you know will compliment you.
The horse laps up the water you poured & Silva uses a cloth to cool his neck down. He smirks, his moustache twitching as he smiles, you’ve forgotten you’re staring at the handsome man.
“Like what you see?” he asks before then leaning on a fence. The buckle on his belt also beaming like his smile.
“Always” you say & step towards him keeping eye contact. “I’m always just happy you make it along the footpath so I get these 5 stolen minutes with you, before you go about your business”
“What if you are my business?” He says raising an eyebrow. You turn bright red.
Well this wasn’t planned at all & then someone in our group chat said after the trailer dropped “aren’t you writing about Silva at the moment?” So behold a Silva fic for you all to indulge in.
Synopsis: while on your ranch Silva approaches in the midday heat in a hurray & needs your help desperately
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: smut from the past insinuated but nothing graphically described, teasing, anger, seduction, kissing, mentions of weapons, pain
Also the reader is gender neutral. So please read them however you want to read them, there is no description of the reader. Obviously in the film Silva is gay, but this is your mind people you pick what the reader will be.
Thanks for the read peoples, all feedback is welcome
The sun is baking as you tend to your sheep on your ranch, trying to organise them for sheering later this afternoon. As much as it would be a good idea to sheer them now, the midday sun is approaching & you will definitely melt away. You need to cool off slightly & take a break inside before you do this. That’s when you hear the whines of a horse in the distance. Someone is approaching your ranch. It’s rare that people do, you’re off the beaten track a little. Only those that know you or you sell to come to visit & you were not expecting any visitors today.
You look long into the haze & instantly recognise the green jacket on top of the horse, Broad & intimidated. That Jacket you would spot anywhere. It’s Silva. His own ranch is 10miles away but he is galloping from the horizon to you at such a speed, that he will be with you in the next couple of minutes. Your hand reached into your back pocket to draw your gun, but you slowly leave it in there & wait for his imminent arrival. His is a friend not foe, even if it’s been several months since you last saw him. Whatever he is here for must be serious, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a horse move so fast.
The horse gallops up past you & he puts the breaks on “wooooo there calm calm it’s okay we’re here we’re here now” he leaps off the horse & removes his large black cowboy hat, his hair & face are dripping with sweat, bright crimson & puffy looking back at you. He looks you directly in the eyes. It doesn’t matter what state he’s, how tired he looks, how much pain he’s in, in those eyes entrance you & it make you feel like the world stops “sorry I hate turning up without calling in advance, but something major has happened & I need to use your phone, is that okay” he asks. His lips quivering looking at you pleading for this favour. “Certainly Silva, in the hall on the left hand wall.” He just nods silently & rushes into the house. His scent is intoxicating as always as it brushes past your nostrils.
You tie his horse up who is about to trot off & offer it some oats, eating out of your hands as you stroke its mane calming it down. It’s panting & you know Silva has ridden the hell out of it. You know Silva can ride fast & hard in all respects.
His voice is corse & aggravated down the phone that you can hear from outside. Whatever has happened he’s not happy about it & he is enraged. “I’m trying to understand but that’s not good enough” is the one that makes you jump & move nearer to the door way of your ranch on the porch. You briefly make eye contact & he realises he’s not in his own place or Jake’s, he should be respectful of where he is. He tones it down & continues his discussion. He puts the phone down, you were expecting a slam, but he doesn’t. He rubs his hand through his greying hair, scratching his patches in his beard in frustration. Those large hands cover a vast area. His jacket is off slung over the chair in the hall way, you can see the sweat patches on his red plaid shirt from where he had ridden so fast in the midday sun. His body is shaking almost trying to reject whatever stress he is going through & the fact that he is over heating.
You see him wobble slightly, & you just about catch him before he collapses. “Silva,” you say voice full of concern, worried about your friend who clearly once again has overdone it. He always puts too much pressure on himself, but he wants to be perfect. He wants to be the man everyone wants to be, the man everyone relies on. he stares back at you & mouths”water” it’s barely audible, but you go. You sit him on the chair, getting rid of that jacket that he’s just thrown on it, & you rush to kitchen. 4 glasses are already sitting on the side & you fill 3 of them to take to your friend. You give him 2 as the 3rd fills but he has downed 1 instantly. “Bloody hell Silva” you shout coming back with a 3rd & now 4th glass & you refill the other 2. “Did no one ever tell you to hydrate & not push yourself too much?” His long muscular neck gulps down the water, some of it trickles out of his mouth, turning into steam the second it hits his skin.
“We need to get some layers off me” Silva moans failing to undo his buttons in his weary haze, but you step back “oooh I’ve been down this road with you before Silva, this isn’t happening” “what!” He says startled “that was years ago” he states “& I will over heat & have heat stroke if you don’t help, please” his eyes gleam back at you, those rich caramels so inviting which have everyone under their spell, age gender or sexuality doesn’t matter. once you’ve looked into those puppy dog pleading eyes for more than 5 seconds you are lost. You help him with his buttons & remove his shirt. He takes off his under layers too. “I’ve got a shower upstairs if you really…” “No I just need a minute to calm down, actually a jug of water would be good for the horse” he says. His chest is heaving & gleaming with sweat, the silver hairs trailing from there to his tummy getting it all caught up. It’s so tempting to go back to how you once were with him right now, but you don’t. You don’t think he’s noticed that you’re staring at him, his mind has 1000 things on it, with what he needs to do. You snap out of your trance when you hear the horse, & remember the jug of water.
You leave Silva for about 15 mins as you attend to his horse & the sheep that you were dealing with a few minutes ago, suddenly feeling like a distant memory. You cool the horse off with the jug of water & give it some more oats before heading back in. Silva is no longer on the chair in the hall. You hear sighing from the kitchen, happy sighs of delight. You walk in & his head is in your sink, the cold tap flowing as he drinks from the filling basin & cools off. He’s not heard you come in at all. This gives you a chance to stare at his arse for old time sake. He still keeps bloody good care of his body, after all these years.
“Okay so..” you say like you’re just walking back in & hadn’t seen this sight until that exact moment & he removes his head from the sink in a gasp & turns around to face you quickly. Water dropping from his now drenched hair, across his chiselled face, through the beard & landing on his chest. It’s the perfect sight & your lips part. “I…I…” you stutter & he’s frozen on the spot “I mean you’ve seen this all before, it’s nothing” “but you haven’t changed at all Silva” you interrupt spluttering, composure leaving you “you’ve aged gracefully & got even more handsome with age, while the rest of us don’t” he doesn’t respond to your compliment, “guess I could have used the shower saved your embarrassment” is all he says, no flattery back. He grabs a water bottle, completely unphased by your reaction to him, that is yours & fills it up “so I stay hydrated” he nods & he puts his plaid shirt back on & walks past you in the kitchen back to the hall way to pick up his hat & jacket. He almost grazes your hand with his.
“Thank you” he says as he leaves & starts uniting the horse, “you asked no questions of me & just accepted I needed help, it makes you a truly wonderful person & loyal friend after all these years.” You chuckle “well next time there’s an emergency, just don’t kill yourself in the midday sun okay Silva?” A smirk comes across his face. He ties his jacket to the back of the saddle & goes to get on but pauses. His mind in over drive. He gets off the stirrup & takes the 10 paces towards you. Before you’ve even registered what’s happening his lips are on yours. Warm from the heat of the sun & his radiating body. Passionate & round as you easily allow him to glide his tongue over your teeth & gracefully dance yours with it. Thousands of memories come back like it was yesterday. You remove his cowboy hat to feel his still damp hair & dare to drag him even closer into you but he stops you with a harsh breakaway.
“That’s our little secret, do you understand, I know we’re both single at the moment but it complicates things if we do anything more than that.” Silvas eyes flicker open & are stern as he says this, he means every word. “Okay i understand, I think” his smile is soft & he has once small peck left for your lips. & then he about turns & leaves, riding off in the heat again, back to where-ever he needed to be next.
It’s only as you cook dinner later that evening that you find his under shirt under the kitchen table. You hadn’t even realised he hadn’t put it on. You pick it up & see there’s a note with it. simple & to the point & it makes your heart race.
*I’ll be back in 3 days to pick this up, if everything has gone to plan & I’ve had the courage to do what I know I should do, we can continue from where we have left off
You smile & sniff it, inhaling his stale sweaty scent, knowing full well that Silva after all these years still deep down, has some feelings for you. It just needed a little refreshing in both your minds.
