Hi Mania! Could you write something with Silva from Hunter x Hunter? Maybe him with reader who is his first or second wife (you can choose if Kikyo is his wife in this or no, after all its your profile 💕) and is really expressive, like her facial expressions are almost comic, giving him side eye, making disgusted face when he talk about his job, exaggerated gasps when she gets offended, she have loud laugh, make a lot of hand movements when she talks, ect. She's a brat and embrace it fully.
S/o with Animated Expressions HCs (Silva Zoldyck)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
After Kikyo, he probably adores it
Like, think about it-
You’re not doing anything extreme- just being reactive to everything he says and does
But he’s definitely more of the stoic and quiet type in your relationship, so naturally, he’s always listening to you speak and watching your reactions
But in a way, you being really expressive is just kinda confirmation that you’re being as attentive as he is, just in your own little way
But because he knows you’re going to react to pretty much everything, he can’t help but take advantage of it
He’ll purposely say things to get you excited or riled up or disgusted because he knows he’s going to love what he sees
And he doesn’t even bother hiding his laughter at your reactions because he knows your pout towards him is just going to be too cute haha
Either way, you and your animatedness bring a little light and laughter into his otherwise quiet (outside of y’know…killing) life
It’s like you’re expressive as Kikyo (perhaps even more so), but in way that’s much easier to handle and really adorable since you’re just so different from the two of them but still so sweet
warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader in 20’s & silva in 40’s), fingering, p in v sex, power dynamics, size difference, fluff, sex with plot, silva and feelings
author’s note: i love dilfs <3
wc: 4.2k
you were walking alongside your lover, silva.
both of your arms were wrapped around his huge arm, trying to be as close to him as possible. he didn’t mind your closeness and he continued to make his way through the manor.
this was your first time entering the zoldyck mansion and you were bewildered. it was huge and the details inside his home were amazing.
“how are you able to know your way around here, silva?” you questioned as you felt like you both took so many turns from right to left already. you would of surely gotten lost.
“i’ve lived here my whole life, sweetheart”
“ohh, that makes sense. you got used to it. that’s so cool” you marveled at the thought.
his eyes shifted to look at your wide eyed eyes that scanned the halls and your slightly parted lips. a very small, faint smile appeared on silva’s face. your little reactions always intrigued him.
you were so different compared to his wife. he couldn’t help, but to compare and notice the clear differences. his wife was cold, quite cynical and an assassin.
she was in a way just like him. one would think that a pair like that would get along and be able to love each other because of their similarities, but that wasn’t the case.
their marriage was all based on power and lineage. the sole purpose of their arrangement was to find someone strong to have heirs, but there was no love involved in their marriage.
that’s why when he first met you, he was interested. ever since your first encounter, he noticed your warm demeanor.
you were nothing like her.
you were kind, composed and thoughtful. you weren’t an assassin. he was sure that the thought of killing somebody had never crossed your mind and if it did, you would never go through hurting anyone.
yet despite all that, he was still drawn to you. your qualities was what made him be so fond of you and treat you in a way that he had never treated anyone else before.
he would of felt some sense of guilt for his wife, but he didn’t. not even the littlest bit and he wasn’t sure if it was because of their loveless marriage or because he really didn’t feel no guilt.
either way, he liked having you with him, which is why he brought you here.
“silva?”
you stared up at him with those curious eyes of yours like you didn’t have anything to worry about and part of that was because you were with him.
“what is it y/n?”
“why did you bring me to your home? not that i’m comparing or anything, but i’m just wondering..” you trailed off, sounding unsure.
that’s something else he liked about you. the way you spoke made it easier for him to know how you felt. you were able to express your emotions through your words or facial expressions. something that he wasn’t familiar with since he was surrounded with stone, cold words and faces.
it made him feel at ease and he was able to put his defenses down whenever he was around you. something he wouldn’t ever admit out loud.
“my wife isn’t here and i wanted you to meet the place i reside in”
the mention of his wife made you feel a twinge of guilt. you knew of their situation, but you couldn’t help to feel some shame since you were spending your time with a married man.
“oh.. thank you”
he noticed your hesitance in your words and he was sure it was you overthinking. you were too kind to the point where you’d feel bad for his emotionless wife.
“don’t feel bad. i want to spend my time with you” he tried to reassure you and you nodded.
“i’m happy you trust me to bring me here silva”
he stared at you and gave you a single nod. his hand reaching down to rest on the top of your head, giving it one pat.
“of course”
you smiled up at him and he gave you another pat before his hand came down to its previous position.
after he showed you around the house and explained the places you pointed out, he finally decided to walk to the final place he wanted to show you.
his room.
he opened the door and he walked inside, you trailing right behind him.
“this is where i sleep” he stated, standing right next to you as he let your curious eyes wander around his room.
“it’s so clean. i don’t see a speck of dust”
“that’s because i don’t spend my time here. i only come here whenever i need to sleep”
“you’re saying that like you don’t sleep everyday”
“i don’t”
your wandering eyes turned to look at him, surprised and confused from his words.
“wait, really?! why?”
“yes, really. i only sleep when it’s necessary. i am at times out on missions, so i don’t sleep”
you looked bewildered from his response and he looked quizzically at you.
“what’s wrong?”
“i’m just surprised you don’t sleep everyday. don’t you get tired?”
“i was trained to withhold sleep for long periods of time, so i don’t feel tired”
your mouth was gaped open in shock as you nodded.
“is that so shocking?” his question made you let out a giggle from how genuine he sounded.
“yes, it is. that’s not normal, you know. you must be so mentally and physically strong”
“i didn’t think it was abnormal and yes. this is not to brag, but i was trained to be”
“it must’ve been so hard. i could never imagine how it felt”
“correct. i admit that it was tough”
his big hand reached to hold your wrist. fingers wrapping around your wrist to lead you to sit on his king sized bed. the sheer weight of him dipping.
“you’re so interesting, silva”
“i think the same way about you”
“really?” your amazement was noticeable and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“is it that hard to believe?”
“if i’m being honest.. yes”
“why?”
“i don’t know. i just never found myself as a intriguing person”
“you are. more than you think”
silva was honest and straightforward when he spoke, like always, but you didn’t mind. you liked the transparency of things, especially when he said things like that and didn’t know what it did to you.
“that means a lot” you said softly as he then turned to look at you.
his eyes softened a little as he stared at you. a big hand held your face gently as he caressed your cheek and you couldn’t do anything, but to look up at him.
there was a moment of silence for a while. it was just the both of you gazing at each other’s eyes as you leaned more into his touch.
it was still, comforting. you and him enjoying the moment as you both felt each other’s warm breath from how close you were.
you made no movement, waiting for him to do or say something, anything. completely frozen, not moving in nervousness of making the wrong move.
he was trying to remain in his calm composure, like always, but there was something about you and your closeness that made it harder for him to stay calm.
the way you’d stare at him and how those lips of yours would curl up in a smile just for him. how much your words expressed your concern and care.
it was something that made his cold heart crack, letting out small parts of him free that only you have gotten to experience and this instance was another one of those moments.
he couldn’t wait any longer. the urge to feel your soft lips against his was stronger than ever.
the distance was shortening as silva’s other hand came down to caress your other cheek. his hands cradling your face sweetly as he leaned closer to you.
your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, anticipating the feel of his lips on yours.
he reveled on the cute expression you were making for a few seconds before he finally kissed you.
when he pressed his lips on yours, your hands settled to the side of his shoulders. being able to feel all his muscles under his clothes.
the kiss continued and as you gasped out, he took the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth while his hands went from caressing your face to your thighs.
his fingers gave light touches on your thighs and he parted from your lips as he stared at your panting face.
he grabbed at the back of your thighs, still staring at you and effortlessly held you to place you in the center of his bed.
you let out small moans as he then trailed kisses along your jaw and neck. he continued to peck kisses along your skin, enjoying the noises he made you let out.
“s-silva..” you whispered out low, so afraid to make any loud noise.
he noticed this. why wouldn’t he? he’s very observant, which made him speak from where he was kissing you.
“why are you so silent? don’t be afraid of letting those sweet noises out”
to further prove his point, he went on to suck on your neck and lightly bit, making you mewl.
“what if we’re heard?” your voice was strained, trying to speak as composed as you can. obviously failing as it came out wobbly.
“let them hear. everyone in this estate is prohibited from speaking out of line. there’s no need to be embarrassed” he responded, trying his best to comfort you.
“okay.. i trust you” you said softly, trying to calm your nerves.
when he saw that you seemed more visibly relaxed than before, he got back to tracing kisses on your neck, leaving marks on your skin as he sucked on your skin.
his huge hand touched you everywhere. you felt how his fingers traced at the sensitive spots he had sucked, painting your skin with his mouth.
“now everyone will know you’re mine” he said lowly as his touch went lower.
having you like this, laying down on his bed underneath him was making his heart beat erratically from seeing you in such a position. he wanted to see more of you, so he got rid of your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your bra and underwear.
you gasped out as you were now half naked under him, waiting for what he was going to do next as your cheeks heated up.
he grabbed one of your breasts, feeling the weight under his palm as he then squished it gently and you moaned.
feeling his huge, rough hand on you made you look at him with half lidded eyes, wanting more.
the bra was finally unclipped and thrown somewhere in his room because of how impatient he was.
when he finally saw your bare breasts, his eyes darkened and both of his hands groped your breasts as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples.
“s-silva!”
“you make the prettiest noises” he spoke, voice rough with desire.
barely being able to contain himself from the way you reacted. your face contorting to pleasure and your body so responsive to his touches.
your hands reached out to touch him, trying to feel him, remember the feel of him. they finally settled on his shoulders as he still pinched and played with your nipples.
seeing you like this was something new to him.
never has he been looked at the way you look at him. softened eyes filled with so much emotion he can barely comprehend. body so eager and pliant and it’s all because of him.
“f-feels good, agh!, silva!”
he knew you were different. unlike anyone he’s ever encountered, but he didn’t realize just how much of importance you were going to be for him.
“i can’t stop looking at you. you’re beautiful”
lashes fluttered and you gasped out. despite how honest he is, you haven’t heard him speak that way. this is the first time such words have been let out, which leaves you surprised.
he noticed how hardened your nipples were because of his fingers and his head leaned down, tongue circling your bud. you moaned as your fingers got a hold of his long strands of hair.
silva felt the tug and he groaned into your breast. his hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
his cock was hard under his pants. never had he undergone such lust and want.
not even when he felt obliged to have intercourse with his wife in order to secure his lineage with heirs had he felt anything like this. it had felt more like a chore, like when he was assigned to kill someone.
he was getting his dick wet from just sucking on your breasts and skin. silva could only imagine how he would feel if he was inside you if he felt so much already.
“silva, please”
your desperate plea made it through his ears and his hands slid down to grip your hips as his mouth parted from your skin.
“you don’t even know what you do to me”
he looked down as his hands rubbed your inner thighs, staring at your underwear and that evident, little wet spot.
“are you sure of this?” his voice was low and genuine.
this was his last type of restraint he was going to have over himself before it broke and he did unspeakable things to you.
he just had to hear your acceptance out of your own lips.
“yes silva.. never been so sure” you were a bit breathless, waiting for him.
and when he did hear your words of agreement, he ripped your last article of clothing off from you. your teared up underwear joining the floor.
his deep hum could be heard in the room as he admired your naked body. rough, big hands touched and caressed your soft body gently, watching how your face reacted to the intensity.
he groaned and he planted his hands on your thighs. seeing how your pussy glistened from how wet you were when silva parted your pussy lips.
“so pretty” he spoke out as his thumb rubbed your little clit and down to your hole.
you covered your face in embarrassment, biting your lip as you let out a whimper out at the pleasure.
his other hand came to grip your wrists, a grip that was firm, but won’t hurt you. the way his fingers engulfed your hand made you stare at it wide eyed, realizing just how big he is.
your pussy gushed at the thought and of the way his thumb was still rubbing your clit in little circles, stimulating you so good.
“don’t hide. i want to see you”
face serious as ever, but you could see the shift in his expression, the softness in his eyes and his relaxed face.
this is the most content you’ve seen him and it made your cheeks flush that it was because at such a situation.
“..okay. i’m just a bit embarrassed” you said truthfully.
“it’s just us two here. don’t shy away from me. i enjoy seeing this side of you” he said, releasing his grip on your wrist and caressed your cheek instead.
“mmm, o-okay” you moaned out and more of those sounds were escaping from your mouth as silva prodded your hole with one, thick finger.
“do you trust me?”
“yes” you whined out as his thick finger stretched your pussy. the arousal from your little hole already drenching his finger.
“good”
he meant it. there was an unknown feeling that he felt, but he did know that having you care and trust him was making him feel good. especially when he had you with your legs spread, pussy lips engulfing his finger as he thrusted it inside you.
you held the hand that was placed on your cheek as you felt another finger entering your pussy. fingers thrusting in and out while silva noticed all of your little reactions.
he quickened his thrusts, seeing your cute little body twitch and your fingers clutch so hard for him. the feeling felt nothing more than a tug due to his strength.
“silva!”
“keep saying my name like that” he spoke with his gruff voice. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, fingers still thrusting inside you and thumb rubbing your clit.
he stared at your face and how your mouth was parted with lustful, teary eyes from the pleasure.
“agh, c-close! silva!”
“so good. such a good girl”
the hand that was caressing your cheek so tenderly came down to grab your breast, fingers pinching your nipple.
at that, you moaned out. your body shaking as you came.
silva watched the blissed out look on your face as you came. a groan coming out of his mouth at the sight before him.
the way you were looking at him made him pull you into a kiss, losing himself in you. he pulled his fingers out of your pretty hole, parting from the kiss, staring at your eyes.
you could see his thick fingers getting closer to his face and you gasped as he took them inside his mouth, tasting you.
“silva..” you say breathlessly, in shock. not expecting him to do that.
“exquisite”
he then got rid of all his clothes. in a fast motion taking off his shirt, pants, and finally, his boxers.
you finally got to see him nude and your mouth was left agape as you saw his muscles. looking at his body seemed surreal. you’ve never seen someone with that sort of build.
yes, you’ve always known silva was huge and tall compared to others, but seeing him like this made it the more surprising.
wondering eyes stared at every inch of his body and when they finally landed to his cock, you couldn’t help, but to whimper.
silva noticed your wandering eyes and also that cute little noise of yours. his eyebrows rose in concern, eyes roaming your pretty face while your hands slowly, hesitantly touched him.
“what’s wrong, darling?”
“need you” you spoke out in a hushed voice, feeling his hard muscles under your fingertips.
half lidded, shining eyes stared up at him, silently pleading him to do something, anything to you.
those eyes hypnotized him and a hand came to hold your waist. a warm sensation was felt by your ear, his breath, making shivers arise on your body.
“i got you, dear. i’ll make you feel good”
it was then that you felt the tip of his cock spreading your pussy lips, so warm and wet. a hand of his holding and spreading one of your legs wide to nudge his tip to your pretty hole.
you felt the head of his thick cock start to push inside you, gasping out at the feeling of the stretch.
“mmm! silva!”
he bit back a groan from feeling you around his cock, so he opted to press kisses on your cheek as you cried out in pleasure.
“so-, ugh, good” silva rasped out, words coming out drawn.
he looked down at you and his hand held your waist as he spread you out more with his heavy body. his cock entered you, the tip of his cock fully inside.
your teary eyes tried their best to stare up at him and you could see him panting, some of his hair already starting to stick to his face from the sweat.
his touch felt hot or maybe it was your own body, but it felt good on your waist and hips.
silva could barely contain himself from pushing his cock fully inside you and fucking you like he’d like to.
he has to remind himself you’re a sweet, fragile girl. his sweet girl, and he’d be angry with himself if he was the cause of your pain, so he knew he had to hold himself back.
with a deep inhale and an exhale, he pushed more of his big cock inside you, groaning at the feel of you. your pussy felt so good around him and your juices soaked his cock deliciously.
“you’re made for me”
you cried out as you feel him push more of himself inside you. whenever you thought he had stuffed you full of his cock, he just kept pushing more of it inside.
“silva.. hic- too much!”
“shhh, i know you can take it sweetheart”
soothing words spilled out of his mouth as he assured you while his cock was inside you, a little more than halfway in.
it made you feel so much and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your body up to him to feel his closeness. the contrast of his hard body on your soft one something that you both enjoyed.
humming in contentment, silva held your waist, thumbs tracing your skin softly as he finally stuffed you full of his cock.
a broken, small scream was let out from your mouth as you felt silva’s cock so deep inside you.
on the other hand, silva groaned loudly as he shut his eyes for a brief moment. the snug fit of your sweet, warm cunt made him still inside you.
“this soft, little pussy is sacred”
“mmh! pleasee, move silva. w-wanna feel you”
you moaned and panted while your back arched more into his cock, feeling it inside you at a different angle.
feeling the shift of your hips and hearing your pleading tone, he couldn’t contain his restraint anymore. his composure snapped and his thick cock pulled back and slid back in.
that first thrust made your nails dig into his broad shoulders, whining at the pleasure it brought you.
in response, silva continued to thrust inside you to be able to feel more of your touch. hoping for you to leave your mark on him.
he took hold of your waist for a moment before moving his hands to hold your inner thighs, pushing them back as far as he could, so he’s able to see how he’s pushing his cock inside your tight hole.
“mmh!” you continued moaning while feeling flustered from the way silva kept ogling your pussy.
“you’re beautiful in every aspect” he sighed out in disbelief and admiration, more to himself than to you.
he rubbed your clit with one hand as the other caressed your face, staring deep into your eyes as he fucked you.
“oh, silva..” you trailed off as you whimpered from the intensity of it all. it felt so good and intimate that a few tears slid down your face from pleasure.
silva silently wiped them away and leaned down to kiss you.
you were feeling so much at once, including the impending orgasm, making you part from the kiss breathlessly as you moaned loudly.
“silva! close, s’ close, please!”
understanding what you meant, silva groaned as he picked up his pace. he continued to stare at your face, wanting to see every different reaction you made.
“you’re going to cum for me, sweet girl?” he spoke in a gruff voice, trying to keep his voice steady.
you couldn’t verbally respond anymore. not being able to word sentences, but you nodded as you continued to whimper.
“speak to me, dear. i know you can do it- fuck”
silva encouraged you as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. hearing the mess you both have made because of how wet you are for him.
“yes!” you said, barely being able to gasp it out because of how good his cock felt repeatedly pushing inside your hole.
“so good for me. such a beautiful girl, ugh. you’re all i need” silva said longingly, staring at you as he said it.
that’s all it took for you to release. clenching around his cock as your juices coated his cock. a broken moan of his name left your mouth. you firmly held his shoulders, trying to hold and keep him close to you.
silva groaned at the feeling of you tightly holding onto his cock and the sight of your face. he came with the view of your teary, soft gaze and the feeling of your twitching body.
“fuck, y/n. love the way you make me feel” silva confessed as he gave you every single drop of his cum.
you stared at those bright eyes and tugged him gently by his long hair for the both of you to share a kiss while his cock was still deep inside you, releasing the last spurts of cum.
you both parted from the kiss and affectionately stared at each other, taking in the aftermath of your love making.
silva held your face and his thumb gently caressed your cheek. silently engraving the image of you like this in his head.
he slid his cock out of you slowly and you whimpered from the movement.
strong arms enveloped you and moved you to lay on silva’s chest. your fingers running along his skin as you stared up at him.
noticing him already staring, you smile at him and he slips a hand to hold on to your waist as the other holds the back of your head.
“rest now, sweetheart” he speaks to you in a low voice and you nod. your eyes blinking shut and drifting off to sleep.
hiii i hope you’re having a good day!! i was wondering if you could write how reader meets ging and silva (maybe kite if you’re up to it?) and what their first impressions on reader is and all that! you write hxh so so well and there aren’t nearly enough writers for silva and ging!! thank you so much and have a good day/night!!
❤︎
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Ging
You met him strictly by chance.
The most likely way you came in contact with Ging is when he finally decided to let loose and make his annual appearance to the world — so basically when he was drinking.
While sitting at a bar, he glances over to notice your silence and casually starts a conversation with you. A stale one-liner such as “You come here often?” or “That drink looks awful, you should give it to me” leaves his lips as he's already become tipsy.
He jokes a lot with you throughout the night, will probably read you like a book if you came to drink away your problems, and pulls you onto the dance floor if he's really had too many drinks.
Ging has a hard time getting close to others, so if he does find you attractive, it simply stops there. Though, Ging is often riddled with boredom, so if your personality does manage to intrigue him that night he would be drawn to you and want to stick around for the thrill.
It’s hard to get in contact with him afterward, but he always remembers you after that encounter.
Silva
Silva is hard to just... meet. He keeps his life very private and rarely makes an appearance unless absolutely necessary. You have to have some sort of connection such as being an esteemed assassin with affluence or working in his estate to be noticed by him and even then it is unlikely.
If you were to take the assassin route, you would need outstanding talent to catch his eye. Maybe you’d meet in a business meeting, your confident posture and demeanor catching his attention instantly. He most likely already read your file and was thoroughly impressed at what he found and saw in person.
If you took the estate route, you would have to be really good at your job to stand out to him. You would have to be skillful in combat, or if you visit his hideaway and serve him often, you could possibly spark a relationship in that way. Though, if Kikyo is in the picture, you would be an immediate target simply for being too close to Silva.
Kite
You would probably meet in an outdoor setting. Maybe Kite stumbled upon a floral shop just as you were browsing the shelves of flowers, or maybe he saw you sitting peacefully at a park feeding the birds just as he was studying the different insects in that area.
Regardless, Kite would like that you appreciated nature. He probably wouldn't speak first because he's more on the introverted side, and if he did finally come up to you, it would take him a while as he had spent his time observing you.
Kite's impression of you would be that you were sweet, and he would be delighted if you shared the same interests as him. Overall, if you guys happened to run into each other again, Kite would see it as fate and more than a coincidence and likely ask if you'd like to go on a date with him sometime.
A/N: I just had the most random need to write out what their pubic hair looks like… it kind of helps characterizing them for smut later on. I may do this with the ADULT jjk characters as well.
warning: talking about pubic hair, misogyny in Illumi’s and internalized misogyny in Kikyo’s, suggestive content
Kurapika
For his partner:
Kurapika isn’t too picky, and won’t care if you shave or not. He does have a preference for unshaven pussy though, he’s not sure why.
Himself:
He keeps himself trimmed, but rarely shaves off all his pubic hair. It’s blonde, neat, and soft!
Leorio
For his partner:
He’s very loud about his preference for unshaven pussy, but won’t complain either way. Once he’s between your legs it doesn’t make much of a difference.
For himself:
He tries to keep himself trimmed and neat, but alas he’s a bit wild down there. His hair is a bit wiry, but not unpleasant to the touch.
Illumi
For his partner:
On one hand, he holds onto the stupid misogynistic thought that women should be hairless for their husbands, but on the other he really loves hairy pussy…… let’s just say he unlearns a lot of the things he’s been taught when he’s with you
For himself:
He shaves, waxes sometimes even. When you randomly catch him between shaving, his pubic hair is really soft!
Chrollo
For his partner:
Mmm… I think he has a preference for shaven pussy, but again I don’t see him as being particularly picky? If he’s feeling really needy he’ll shave your pussy for you. After all, it’s safer if he does it, he can see better and has much more precise hands!
For himself:
He shaves most of the time, but will go hairy if you ask. He likes to at least stay trimmed up and neat though!
Feitan
For his partner:
He will grumble if you talk about shaving, so let’s just say he definitely has a preference for unshaven pussy.
For himself:
He naturally doesn’t have a lot of hair, so he doesn’t have much of a choice. If you ask him to shave the little hair he has he will, otherwise he doesn’t have to do much maintenance(lucky)
Shalnark
For his partner:
PICKY!! He likes it hairy and will whine and pout when you shave. He’s only okay with you trimming it, and likes when you trim it into a little landing strip or a heart(he thinks it’s cute)
For himself:
He has soft, pretty pubic hair. He’ll occasionally shave or trim it, but otherwise he lets it grow wild.
Uvogin
For his partner:
Unshaven. He needs hairy pussy, and loves shoving his nose into your pubic hair to inhale your natural scent.
For himself:
His pubic hair is wild and wiry. He doesn’t shave or trim, but will do some light maintenance if asked
Phinks
For his partner:
He likes bald pussy, but will never state it. He’s just happy when he pulls your panties down and sees you’re freshly shaved for him :3
For himself:
He shaves, and maintains it pretty well. Probably subscribed to manscape 😭
Nobunaga
For his partner:
No real preference, he’s desperate for pussy so he’ll dive in face first no matter what. He does get a little harder when you shaved recently tho!
For himself:
Before he met you he just let it grow wild, but now that you’re having sex he keeps it trimmed. His hair is decently soft, if a bit stringy
Shizuku
For her partner:
She likes it shaved, but with a landing strip or cute pattern. She likes to nuzzle her nose into the little bit of hair!
For herself:
She keeps that thang bald. It’s just easier!
Machi
For her partner:
She has a preference for hairy pussy… but she’s another one that won’t complain either way. She just loves being between your legs!
For herself:
She keeps herself trimmed, but she’s decently hairy, and yes it’s pink! Soft too, like twirl your finger in it soft
Pakunoda
For her partner:
She has a very blatant preference for hairy pussy, and will tell you straight up that’s what she wants. If you want to shave, she won’t stop you though. Your comfort and happiness comes first.
For herself:
She keeps herself shaved, with a landing strip. Sometimes she’ll stop shaving and just occasionally trim everything to keep her pubic hair nice and tidy. It’ll never be wild, just know that.
Silva
For his partner:
He likes it wild and hairy… idk where illumi got the thought that women needed to be hairless from(wait yes I do, it was his mom)
For himself:
Also wild. He trims occasionally, but other than that his hair is decently soft and long
Kikyo
For her partner:
Bald. She believes women should shave their pussies! But… she has a secret preference for hairy pussy(it’s been suppressed)
For herself:
Because of her beliefs, her pussy is also bald!
Meruem
For his partner:
He has no idea about human norms, so he doesn’t even register that you can shave down there. He seems to have a preference for however he sees your pussy first.
For himself:
He doesn’t… have hair…
Knuckle
For his partner:
Unshaven! He thinks hairy pussy is hot, what can he say?
For himself:
He keeps himself neat and trimmed for his partner, how polite!
Ok this is a bit hyper specific but I saw someone else request another writer to do this and I wanna see your take!
Do you this you could write a GN Reader who’s friends with one of the zoldyck kids (most likely Killua or Illumi) and while at the manner they pass by Silva/Zeno and Reader makes a remark like “damn… your dad/grandpa kinda fine…” and they hear?
Sorry if this is too specific….. ignore this if you don’t wanna write it!! <3
D.I.L.F.
Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zoldyck
Type: Crack, Short Oneshot, Gn!reader
Illumi is sick of your shit
Warnings: none
Being friends with Illumi was...interesting to say the least. No one actually understands how you guys came to be acquainted, aside from the fact you both work in the same business. But somehow, you had gained the cold assassin's trust enough to go on joint missions with him and be invited over to his home.
And boy, were you glad that was the case.
Currently, you were sitting at the Zoldycks' grand dining table, discussing a potential ally-ship. Well; more like listening to Illumi and his father discuss it.
To be honest, you could care less about the technical side of things. For now all you could pay attention to was Illumi's absolute beefcake of a dad.
You were leaning against your arm that was propped up on the table with a smitten look on your face. Oh the things you would do if he wasn't married.
Glancing over at you, Illumi noticed the spacey look on your face, your eyes glued to his dad who was seated across the table.
"So Y/n, what do you say?"
Your brain didn't really comprehend the words spoken to you by the albino man, but you just nodded.
"Huh, yeah, whatever, that sounds good."
All that mattered right now was that he was looking at you.
You were snapped out of your daze at the feeling of Illumi kicking you from under the table. You jumped out of your slouched position and snapped your head to look at your companion, who was giving you the most dubious side eye you have ever seen.
After dinner, you and Illumi made your way down the corridor, about to leave the estate.
"Damn Illumi...you never told me your dad was so fine," you sigh, thinking back to the man you had just met moments ago. Your friend narrowed his eyes at you as the pair of you kept walking.
"Don't say that."
"Aw, come on, he's a total DILF! Do you need another dog? I can bark. Seriously, if he's interested in another spouse tell him to call me."
Illumi stopped walking, one of his eyes twitching slightly in annoyance. You took a few more steps before noticing he had stopped. You turned around to look at him as a beat of silenced passed.
"...What?"
The black haired man swiftly and wordlessly turned you around by your shoulders and began to push you down the hall.
"Hey! Let go of me- I can walk on my own y'know!"
After a while of being shoved towards the front door of the main estate, Illumi swings it open and throws you out before you hear a loud 'SLAM' behind you. You land with a quiet 'oof!' before getting off and dusting your pants. You huff before turning around and raising your fist to the door.
"You're just mad you got your looks from your mom!"
An Egregious Error P. 2 || Silva Zoldyck x Transmasc! Reader (NSFW)
Silva takes the reader to his bed, claims them as his mate, and knots them
Part one here
Content warnings: nesting, knotting, alphom dynamics, size kink, omegaverse dubcon, overstimulation, oral, piv, fingering, fisting, Silva is a shitty partner (fork found in kitchen)
Smut down below :3
You soon found yourself in what appeared to be the master bedroom; it was incredibly large and ornately decorated. You could see the eclectic influences of Kikyo’s tastes, but the overall minimalistic interior made it clear that this was Silva’s domain. You were now in this terrifying alpha’s territory, and he was about to eat you alive.
You let out a soft gasp as Silva tossed you onto the surprisingly soft, plush abundance of his bed. Though you felt the impulse to immediately strip and nest, you were still plagued by confusion. You watched as Silva went to lock the door, another pathetic whimper slipping from your throat as you realized he had caged you in.
When he came back to the bed, he furrowed his brow impatiently.
“You were supposed to have nested by now,” he snapped.
“W-what?” You stammered as you looked up at him.
“You heard me, (Y/N),” Silva snapped, motioning for you to get on with it.
“I’m sorry Master, but, I don’t think I understand what you mean?” You asked hesitantly.
“It’s common knowledge that you’re supposed to nest before mating, and there’s more than enough material here for you to create a sufficient nest. What isn’t there to understand?” Silva snapped.
Did that mean…Oh.
Your eyes went wide as realization dawned upon you. Silva had brought you up here to mate you.
Oh!
“Wait…you’re taking me as your mate?” You gasped as his intentions dawned upon you.
“Obviously,” Silva replied, moving to unfasten the belt that kept his shirt clothed.
Your face immediately grew hot as you were face to face with your boss’s absolutely chiseled, shredded torso. Holy fuck. You had (shamefully) thought of what your boss would look like with less clothing on, but nothing in your imagination could come close to the real thing. He was built like an actual god. Even Hercules would envy the state of his body. He wasn’t just a paragon of alphahood; he was a paragon of masculinity as a whole. It made you a tad self-conscious in all honesty, to be faced with someone so overwhelmingly and decadently masculine.
But you shook those thoughts away from your mind, focusing once more on the realization at hand.
“But Master, isn’t Mistress Kikyo your mate?” You asked.
“She’s my wife,” he replied. “Now get to nesting.”
With that order, your inner omega immediately submitted to his demand, prompting you to unbutton your own shirt.
“So she is not your mate?” You continued to inquire as you tucked your shirt between a few blankets. You bundled and rolled the fabric together, tying snug knots to form a nice cushiony base for the edges of your nest. You took care in thoroughly scenting each piece of fabric, truly making the nest yours.
You reached your hands out to Silva, beckoning for him to hand you his shirt. You needed to encorporate his scent into the nest, after all.
“She’s a beta,” he growled as he handed his shirt to you. “Her useless, scaming family lied to us and used illegal pheromones to mask her pathetic self as an omega.”
“Oh…” you muttered in realization.
“I killed those pathetic whelps with my bare hands, and it served them right. Disrespecting the Zoldycki name like that,” he growled.
You shuddered as he described the inhuman acts he had committed against her family. You chose not to interrupt his tirade, instead opting to tuck his shirt between some pillows. You rubbed your cheeks against the soft, plush fabric, sighing as you took in the alpha’s intoxicating musk.
“Had she not been so useful, we would’ve killed her too,” Silva continued. “Regardless I still need a mate. To bear my heirs. To continue the Zoldyck bloodline.”
“I suppose it’s rather convenient that your heat began when my father suggested we begin searching for an omega for me to mate,” Silva said, handing you his pants so you could tie and tuck them amongst the assortment of fabrics and pillows in your nest.
By now the both of you were left in nothing but your boxers.
“Am I truly worthy of being your mate though, master?” You asked, fidgeting as you made the last additions to your nests, testing to see if it satisfied your tastes as you awaited his reply.
“You were sufficient enough to be my personal butler, and your pheromones are ideal. Now finish up that nest.”
“So you don’t care that I’m…?” You slowly inquired. Silva raised an eyebrow, unsure of where you were going with this. “You know…transmasculine?”
“A womb is a womb, now stop asking so many stupid questions,” Silva growled.
With that, you immediately ceased your yapping. You let out a whimper of submission, releasing some pleading pheromones for your alpha.
Silva let out a soft groan of appreciation as your tantalizing scent filled his nostrils.
“That’s a good omega,” his deep voice rumbled. The bed creaked beneath his sizable weight as he slowly crawled atop you. The symptoms of his rut finally fell upon him as he released his own pheromones. You immediately latched onto him, letting out a pleased whine as his scent overwhelmed you.
You’d never noticed how beautiful Silva’s scent was. He didn’t have an overwhelmingly woodsy or musky smell, rather he smelled of jasmine, lavender, and genmaicha. His pheremones gently calmed and soothed you of your previous nerves, encouraging you to explore your alpha’s body without any anxious hesitation.
You desperately rubbed your head against his scent gland, feverishly wanting more of the calm that his pheremones brought you. You had never met an alpha who smelt so good. Whose pheremones felt so gentle and loving.
“That’s a good omega. Breathe me in,” Silva purred as his hands tenderly rubbed your hips. He expertly pressed along certain pressure points, prompting your legs to immediately spread in submission. After assuring that your body was properly flexible, he slotted himself between your thighs and expertly switched your position, pulling you atop his lap instead.
He smirked at the sight of your smaller body clinging against his. He was pleased to see how his pheremones oh so quickly lured you into submission.
He then took his time in scenting you. He buried his face into your neck, tenderly licking, sniffing, and nuzzling you until you were a purring mess, entirely relaxed within his arms like a good omega should be.
You had no idea why you were so afraid of being taken by such a powerful alpha. He was caring and considerate as he took his time with you, tenderly scenting you until you were fully relaxed, massaging your hips until they were ready to accommodate his much larger frame. You could feel hot desire swelling in the pit of your abdomen, leading you to desperately caress your alpha.
“Alpha, please,” you whimpered. “Need you…take me.”
“Patience, omega,” Silva tutted. “Let your alpha prep you. I’m gonna make sure my omega feels so good as I fill him up with my pups.”
You felt your inner omega sing euphorically. Despite his absolutely terrifying display during your pre-heat, he made for a surprisingly kind and tender alpha.
He tenderly grabbed your face and pulled you into a deep, wanting kiss. You sighed as you felt his lips meld against your own. His tongue slipped between your lips, tendering caressing and exploring your mouth.
Once you locked your arms around his head and responded in kind, he gently trailed his hands down to your hips and lifted you into mounting one of his thick, meaty thighs.
You gasped as you felt your sopping wet, fabric-clad cunt press against his warm thigh.
“Mm, alpha,” you moaned against his lips, unconsciously grinding yourself against his thigh. Your pre-heat had you such a wet, slick mess that the gusset of your briefs was embarrassingly wet. Each of your desperate little humps caused more of your slick to coat his thigh.
He groaned at the feeling of your plump, wet pussy rubbing against his skin. God you were so wet and dripping all over his thigh. He wanted to rip your damn briefs off and take you right there, to feel your wet cunt wrapped around his cock, but he knew he had to wait. He didn’t want to scare his omega again. A frightened omega made pregnancy less likely, after all.
Soon, your riding became even more frantic as you desperately ground your clothed folds against his leg, eager for a sweet release.
“Patience, omega,” your alpha tutted as he moved to teasingly nip your scent gland.
“Ngh, no fair,” you whined. “’Need you so bad, master.”
“Not master, call me Silva,” he purred against your ear. He didn’t want to be reminded that you were his employee in the bedroom.
“Mm, okay Silva,” you sighed. You opted to take slower, deeper strokes against his leg, not wanting to be chastised by your alpha again.
“Good omega,” Silva purred, releasing more ensnaring pheremones. “Ride my thigh just like that, and I’ll give you a reward.”
You crooned happily at that and continued with your slow ministrations. It was almost painful to have to move so slow when all you wanted was some sweet release, but you wanted to be rewarded by your alpha so damn bad.
Hearing your soft croons and whimpers as you desperately rode his thigh produced a deep arousal in Silva. He could feel his turgid length swell with desire as he felt and smelled the evidence of your arousal.
Though he’d chastised you for your impatience, Silva could feel the overwhelming desire to take you permeate his entire being. He couldn’t take it any longer. In teasing you, he was tormenting himself as well.
“That’s enough, omega,” Silva murmured, gently grasping your hips and bringing you to a stop. “It’s time for your reward.”
You hummed excitedly at that, letting your alpha gently push you down against your plush nest. He placed one of your thoroughly scented pillows beneath your back, cushioning it so that it was comfortable arched.
He slowly removed your boxer briefs from your slick-coated pussy, smirking as he saw how incredibly damp they were. It was a good thing you were in the hands of an alpha like Silva. It would’ve been torture for an omega as desperately aroused as you to be locked up in a heat hotel with just your hands and a few toys to tide you over for your cycle.
After he tucked your underwear into the edges of the nest, he positioned himself between your plush thighs, pulling them over his shoulders before he began to lick the slick off of your inner thighs.
You moaned and whined at the sensation of his long hot tongue trailing between your legs, licking your thighs clean of your slick. He continued his slow, teasing path until his face was right in front of your dripping cunt. His thumbs gently spread your folds open so that he could trail long, teasing licks from your sopping wet entrance up to your clit.
You immediately clenched your thighs around his head, moaning every time his tongue stroked your engorged clit.
“Mm, Silva,” you whimpered. “Please give me more.
“Patience, kitten,” Silva grumbled against your folds. He continued his ministrations, rubbing the blade of his tongue against your clit in frustratingly soft motions.
“Please, Silva,” you whined, threading your fingers through his long, blond locks. “I need more of you.”
He couldn’t deny you when you called his name like that. He ceased his teasing and latched his soft, warm lips around your clit, gently sucking and kissing the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were a moaning, squirming mess in his arms.
He groaned as he felt your slick wet his chin. He moved the pillow lower so that your ass was cushioned by it instead, elevating your hips. In this new position, Silva was able to lower one of your thighs from his shoulder and splay it open, giving him even more access to your pussy.
He moved head further up, burying his nose in the thick curls covering your mons as he continued to suck and lick on your pussy. Then he slowly delved one of his fingers into your pussy, groaning as he felt how easily your cunt welcomed his long, thick finger, damn near sucking him in. He slipped another of his thick fingers into your cunt, surprised to find that he met no resistance. He slowly thrusted the two, relishing in the sounds of your moans and cries of his name as he slipped a third in.
After he slipped the third in, he heard you loudly moan and felt your cunt clench around his fingers. You were close to coming undone in his arms.
“Ngh, Silva, feels so good,” you cried out, damn near screaming as he added a fourth finger.
“Fuck, I-I’m so close,” you whined, your hips bucking and shaking as Silva continued to prep you.
“Alpha, please let me come,” you begged as he moved his hand faster and sucked even harder.
Silva felt his cock throb almost painfully with desire as he heard the way you cried and begged for him. He sped his fingers up even faster and sucked on your puffy little clit even harder.
As you came closer to release, Silva found himself unconsciously humping the base of your nest, desperate for some friction himself. He groaned as he felt your cunt clench his fingers like a vice, daring to sneak his thumb in before you screamed his name.
“Oh, Silva!” You cried, arching your back as you were finally thrown over the edge. Your whole body sung in pleasure as your orgasm came over you. Silva didn’t stop even as you came undone. He continued to pleasure your pussy until it was utter torment to feel his devoted, undivided attention.
He made you cum two more times before you finally couldn’t take it anymore. His forearm was damn near coated in your dripping slick. Tears of pleasure threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know how much more you could take, but you needed to feel him even more, even deeper. You needed him inside of you now.
“Silva, I can’t take it anymore! Please, just fuck me; ‘need you to fill me with your pups now! Please!” You whined desperately, your hips spasming as his ministrations triggered yet another orgasm.
At that point, Silva was an utter mess as well. You could feel him groan and sigh against your cunt as the need for release coiled within his own belly. Though he desperately wanted to feel you wrapped around him, to feel your insides clench around his cock and suck him in, to take his knot, he knew he was much bigger than you. He needed you to be fully ready to take him in.
But you had had enough of him teasing. You had had enough of him prepping you. You needed him, and you needed him right then and there. With that in mind, you let out an irritated growl and sat up. You reached down and yanked his head away from your pussy.
“Enough! Fuck me now,” you demanded before laying back down.
His eyes widened in surprise at your defiance. You had been such a calm and docile omega, that he wasn’t expecting any bite to your bark. It was cute. He couldn’t refuse your begging anymore, not after that display.
“As you wish, omega,” Silva replied in a low voice. He slowly withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole and discarded his briefs, tossing them somewhere amongst the fabrics in your nest.
His thick hands grabbed your thighs and gently pressed them to your chest before he mounted you. He slowly rubbed the girth of his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick. You let out soft shines of pleasure each time his tip rubbed against your puffy clit, teasing your oversensitive bud with his unnecessary preamble.
“Alpha, please, I said fuck me now!” You whined, unable to take another second of his teasing.
Silva laughed at that, finding your frustration absolutely adorable. He quickly stopped laughing the second he saw the annoyed pout on your face.
“Sorry omega,” he sighed, gently pressing a kiss to your lips as he lined his cock up with your entrance. You sighed against his hot mouth as you felt his tip catch on your relaxed hole, ready to take every inch of him inside of you.
He undulated his hips two more times before thrusting into you, his hips immediately slamming against yours as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.
You cried out in agonized pleasure, your thighs quaking as your body adjusted to his ungodly size. Even with all of that teasing and all of your slick he was so damn big.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Silva breathed against your lips. Although all he wanted to do was pound into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, he restrained himself, not wanting to hurt you any further.
“No it’s just- fuck, you’re so big,” you whined. “I don’t know if I can take you alpha.”
Silva gently pressed a kiss to your neck.
“Yes you can, omega. I’ll make you feel real good, it’ll just take a little time, okay?” Silva purred as he continued to kiss your neck.
You nodded, moaning as his mouth gently met your scent gland. He gently kissed and sucked on your scent glands as he slowly ground his hips into yours.
Each of his tender movements slowly eased your aching cunt, relaxing your walls so that your alpha could finally fill you with his pups.
“Can I move now?” Silva’s voice rumbled against your scent gland.
You eagerly nodded, winding your fingers in his long blond hair as he began to tenderly thrust.
Though he worked wonders with his fingers, his dick felt so much better inside of you. You were scared to take him at first, but after stretching you open, he fit perfectly inside of you, filling your pussy in ways you’d never felt before. You felt strangely completed as he moved inside of you.
You’d never shared your heat with an alpha before. After you became a Zoldyck butler, you assumed you’d never have the time to find a mate. You assumed you’d only find your relief at heat hotels. Never had you imagined that you’d find a mate in the Zoldyck mansion, let alone with the master of the house, the head of the Zoldyck family.
Silva was an incredibly cold, almost emotionless man. Though you often worked closely beside him, you never bonded with him. You rarely even talked. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought that he would be mounting you, that he would take you tenderly and slowly. That he would call himself your mate. There was something so beautiful to know that this cold hearted, cold blooded man would treat you so tenderly in this moment.
“Oh alpha~” you moaned, grasping onto his arms as he thrusted into you.
“You’re doing so well, little omega,” Silva praised you, making satisfied shivers trickle down your spine. “Taking me so well.”
Your walls relaxed more as he praised you and more slick trickled out of your cunny, coating the base of his cock.
“Alpha, please move faster,” you begged him. “I can take it now.”
“As you wish,” Silva murmured, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your lips before he sped up.
“Ngh, oh alpha!” You cried out as he thrusted powerfully, the thick head of his cock brushing against your cervix with each and every thrust. His movements were perfectly planned, rhythmic, and methodical. Mating with him felt like heaven.
As your moans and cries grew stronger, as your pussy dripped with more and more slick, emitting embarrassing squelching noises with each thrust from just how wet he made you, Silva sped up even more. Eventually, he reached a near inhuman level of speed, making you scream and wail with pleasure.
“Alpha, oh fuck, alpha I’m so close!” You cried out, feeling your thighs shake and quiver as he took you to your limits.
You could feel a coil of ecstasy in your core, winding tighter and tighter with each of his rapid movements until it snapped and you came undone around Silva’s cock.
“Silva!” You cried out as you came, harder than you’d ever cum before. He continued to thrust as you came, reveling in the sound of your desperate whines and cries.
He did not wait for you to recover. He thrusted again and again, triggering more orgasms. You didn’t even know it was possible to cum so much in just one round.
“Alpha please!” You cried. “I-I can’t take much more!”
“Yes you can,” Silva grunted. “I’m close to filling you up, to giving you my knot.”
You hadn’t realized that Silva’s knot had begun to swell as he thrusted inside of you. You were so lost in ecstatic pleasure that you hadn’t noticed it. But now you could feel it swelling larger against you.
“Silva, it’s too big!” You cried out, scared that your cunt wouldn’t be able to stretch to fit his knot.
“(Y/N), if you can take me, then you can take my knot,” Silva grunted, slamming his lips against yours in a rough kiss, distracting you from your anxious worries. The closer he got to his own orgasm, the less tender he became. He seemed to be lost in his own pursuit of pleasure, neglecting his prior softness as a result.
You could feel overstimulated tears trickle from the corners of your eyes. Silva was taking you to your limits, to the point that you were practically seeing stars.
“Fuck!” Silva hissed against your lips, his hips suddenly stilling as his release came upon him. He gripped the sheets tighter, forcefully bucking his hips one last time. In doing so, he effortlessly shoved his knot inside of your overstimulated cunny, making you cry out in surprised pleasure.
Once his knot was inside of you, he released ropes and ropes of his thick cum into your pussy. You cried out as you felt his semen spill against your cervix. His hips pulsed against yours as he continued to cum.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Silva hissed, his arms quivering as he filled you.
You knew that when in rut alphas ejaculated much more than normal, but you didn’t realize it would be this much. You felt impossibly full already.
Silva sighed blissfully once his orgasm was over. A few moments after he filled you, his knot slowly moved up, swelling larger as it forced his cum further inside of you.
Silva continued to pulse his hips, until his knot stopped at the middle of his shaft.
Once his knot stilled, both you and Silva were panting in exhaustion, though you were, of course, far more exhausted than he was.
“Good omega,” Silva praised. “You took my knot so well.”
“Thank you alpha,” you crooned, relaxing your head against one of your nest pillows. As you waited for his knot to shrink, your eyelids began to feel heavy.
Though you knew you needed to stay awake so your alpha could continue to mate you, sleep was beckoning you.
Silva noticed how you were fighting your exhaustion, trying to stay awake.
“Sleep,” he commanded. “You need to rest before we can mate again.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You let your eyes shut and sleep draw you in.
XXX
When you awoke, you were surprised to find a cup of hot tea and some steamed buns on the nightstand near your nest. Even more surprisingly, you were cleaned up and wearing one of Silva’s shirts.
Silva was in his boxers again, sipping his own glass of tea as he stared pensively at the wall. He didn’t even need to look at you to know that you were awake.
“Drink and eat. We can mate again after you’re satiated,” he told you.
You obediently did as you were told. After you had had your fill, you crawled over to Silva.
Silva looked over his shoulder at you. “Do you need anything else for your nest?” He asked.
“No, everything’s good,” you replied. “I’m ready for you.”
Without another word, Silva picked you up and placed you back into the nest, stripping you down so he could mate you all over again.
XXX
After five days of mating, you woke up to find yourself alone in the nest. You quickly scrambled up, feeling cold without Silva beside you. Without your alpha beside you. You crawled out of the nest, finding a cleaned version of your butler uniform and a note beside the bed.
You picked up the note, though you already had a sense of what it said.
I had a mission. Bathe yourself and redress. Then resume your Butler duties.
You felt tears well in your eyes as you read Silva’s words. After repeatedly mating you and making you feel like you were special to him, like he cared for you, he left you with a note? He expected you to go back to your normal life as if you’d never shared those nights with him? As if you weren’t the one he chose to rear his heirs?
You shook your head, steadying yourself. Despite the tender nights you’d shared, he was still your stern, stone cold boss. He was still the head of the Zoldyck family. You were just his low-ranking butler. He wasn’t going to make you his partner; he only intended to use your for mating purposes.
It would be futile to protest against that. To try to get something more from him. So you wouldn’t. You would resume work as usual. You wouldn’t ask Gotoh to assign you to Silva more often or negotiate a position closer to him.
If he wanted to limit your interactions to mating and prenatal exams, then you would do so as well. You would not beg for what you’d never receive.
So you left his room and went back to the butler chambers to get your next assignment.
Though your inner omega tugged at your heart, begging you to stay and confront your alpha and beg for attention and affection, you would ignore that little voice. You’d already succumbed to the needs of your flesh. There was no use in hungrily vying for more.
Synopsis: His wife was crazy, hell, you'd be crazy too if you knew your husband was sleeping around... But it wasn't your fault he loved you and not her.
Her shrill cry hit your ears, making you wince from your spot next to Silva. He currently had you wrapped up under his arm, hand absentmindedly caressing the bare skin of your arm. "Kikyo" he warned, eyes darkening a bit as she continue to wail about how evil he was for having a mistress.
This wasn't new knowledge, she had known about it for some time now. This was just her weekly temper tantrum. "I just don't understand how you could do this to me. The woman who gave you your CHILDREN"
Silva's lip curled into a snarl, there was that jab again... The classic 'mother of your children' saying was always the stab she took in the hopes that it would wake him up, but it only ever angered him. Your eyebrows crinkled in distress as you felt the bloodlust oozing from the man who was now gripping you tightly against him. You couldn't run and hide from his anger if you tried. You were just thankful it wasn't directed at you.
"Kikyo."
The woman stopped wailing as the venomous tone and bloodlust hit her finally. You could see her hands shaking, and you felt bad. Not bad enough to stop the relationship you had with the head of the Zoldyck family, but enough to put your hand on his thigh, hoping it would calm him even a little.
And it seemed to work.
He let out a deep exhale, free hand coming up to rub at his eyes. If he could leave her he would, he would much rather be married to you than to her, but he hadn't met you when he needed to settle down some 26 years ago. "I've been nothing but loving towards you, what does she have that I don't?"
You lightly gasped at the question, eyes flicking from Kikyo to Silva in shock. He sat there in silence, staring into her soul as if trying to banish her from the earth altogether. "She was the one who gave me Killua" your eyes widened at his statement. Many things were well-known and talked about, but this was not one of them.
You cringed as Kikyo's sniffles hit your ears. Having Killua with Silva was not something you were proud of, the guilt ate you up to the point where you gave him up to Kikyo, allowing her to care for him as if she carried and birthed him herself. It seemed to have appeased her, and she went on to have two more children with Silva after. But you knew the reason for that was just her trying to prove that she too could give Silva what you did.
An heir.
It was a low blow though, and it made all of the guilt rush through you like a violent hurricane. "Silva..." you whispered out, tone teetering on guilt and warning. He paid no mind to you though. Standing from his spot, he walked towards a sobbing Kikyo. His hands rose to cup her cheeks and while you'd normally feel jealous, all you felt was shame.
You should have never slept with him 12 years ago. Should have never given in to his blue eyes and blonde hair, but you did and now you were here. Stuck in the middle of the family drama that you yourself caused.
He leaned down to be eye level with her, a passerby would have found it sweet, but you knew better. "You mean nothing to me. The children you've given mean nothing to me. I don't know what else I need to do to get you to see that"
That was a lie, the children part at least was. He cared deeply for all of his children, Killua was just special to him. You knew that the hurtful words were only spewed to bite back at her stab but you wished he would have let it go. "Silva" you called out as you shakily stood from the pillow.
Kikyo was now sobbing so hard that she was choking, the sound didn't do anything to Silva, but it was breaking your heart. "Silva leave her alone..." you whispered out as your fingers ghosted his arm before gripping the flesh to pull him away from her. He let you move him away from her, something Kikyo has never been able to do.
The sight only made her sob harder. How could you, of all people, make the man she loved do anything you asked of him? She gave him everything and loved him through everything. But you? You did nothing and yet can control everything about him. Before he goes on jobs, he asks you about your opinion on the danger of the task at hand. When he leaves the house, he asks you if you'd like to join him. When it's time for bed, he'll wait for you because he can't seem to sleep without you.
Her eyes snapped to yours as you looked back at her over your shoulder. "Can you please go get Gotoh" you called out to the butler by the door. The butler left without another word, rushing down the hall to get the head butler who helped Kikyo remain calm. Silva sat back down with a huff, legs crossing as he leaned back in annoyance. You turned back fully to Kikyo, sadness and regret written all over your face.
"I'm sorry Kikyo" you stated firmly, but anyone who knew you could hear the nervous waver in your voice. Despite being annoying, Kikyo was far from weak. She could kill you in two seconds if she really wanted to.
And she really wanted to right now.
But you didn't care anymore. Walking towards her slowly, you waited for her to break down again. But she was silent. You stopped just feet from her, lips pursing as you took in just how tense the air was. Silva called your name out in warning as if he knew deep down that she would attack you while he wasn't by your side.
But maybe you deserved it.
"I'm sorry for everything" your words caused her to inhale sharply, hands forming into fists as she shook in her place. You had no right to apologize. The only way to make this right was for you to leave. But Silva would never let you leave. So there was only one other way to make this right.
You had to die.
Silva felt the shift in the air quicker than you did. Kikyo's hand shot towards your chest, fingers shaped into a sharp form. Your breath hitched but you knew there was no escaping it. You should have been faster...
But Silva was fast enough.
His hand stopped hers right as the fingernails pierced the skin of your chest. She could feel the way your heart was beating frantically under her fingertips. Oh, how she wanted to feel it pound in her hand as she watched the life drain from your eyes. But, with the way Silva was gripping her did she realize she had made a grave mistake.
Silva pushed you behind him as he ripped Kikyo up to him angrily "Lay a hand on her again and I will feed you to the dogs" the words hit your ears, and you would have scolded him for uttering them, but you couldn't think straight - not with all the adrenaline in your veins and the tension in the air.
Kikyo sputtered out apologies but it only angered the silver haired man more.
It all went silent though when the door opened. "Madame. I was called to retrieve you" Gotohs voice broke the tension and you sighed in relief. Silva let her go, allowing her to run to Gotoh in fear. Gotoh didn't say anything, only grabbed her by the shoulder and moved her out of the room.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the room and mixed with your heavy breathing. Silva was in front of you before you could blink, hand reaching for your shirt where blood was pooling. "I'll be okay" you croaked out but he ripped the shirt open regardless, eyes narrowing at the cuts Kikyo marred you with.
"She will be dealt with accordingly" he whispered as he applied pressure to one of the heavier bleeding wounds. You didn't say anything, knowing that not even you could stop what would happen to her. He loved you a lot, maybe even too much. But you couldn't deny that you loved him as well. You reached up to pull his hand away, smiling softly at the confused look on his face.
Dropping his hand, you stepped forward before wrapping your arms around his torso, hiding your face in his chest as you gave into the part of you that needed him close. You didn't care if you were hurt. You didn't care that Kikyo would try to kill you every chance she got. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was him. And as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head -
The strange way of life | Silva × Outlaw F! Reader
Moodboard made by me
RIVERDANCE: Synopsis
Once upon a time in the old west, travelers met by chance. What started as a platonic partnership almost bloomed into a romance but the trouble they caused caught up with them swiftly and strikingly.
Feeling trapped Silva knew it was you or him. His freedom for your life. To save himself, he left you for dead. Unbeknownst to him, you lived with a new hole in your heart and an anger left to boil under your skin.
Years later, you both find each other again in Texas. Silva is hiding behind the gaze as just a man, but now that you're here, his past seems to be rearing, not too far behind. Meanwhile, you are highly revered with a trail of tears and crimson in your wake, thee outlaw who hunts outlaws.
Despite everything, the betrayal and death there is something behind both your eyes. The sparks that once burned can't help but reunite, and that's not the only trouble in town. This could only lead from bad to badder.
Warnings & Tags: Reader may have a last name to be referred to, (Carter) no first name given. Bounty hunter reader. The reader intended to be black(Creole). Reader in late 30's. Silvia in early 40's. Pre strange way of life. NSFW. Use of firearms, guns, weapons, and objects used to cause bodily harm. Description of violence, physical fighting, blood, and any other related gore. No smut, References & discussion of sex. Scenes of attempted drowning. SHOOTOUTS!!! Heavy gun use, deaths from shootings. Bar setting. Mentions & scenes containing alcohol. Use of music outside the period. Poor attempts at Western slang. Use of original characters. Totally not gonna have a secondary character that's a self-insert for anything. Who said that? References and mentions of Christianity and faith. References discussions of slavery, ethnic cleansing, and displacement. Thoughts of killing. Revenge plot. Fic includes a main antagonist. The main plot outside of romance is present.
Author Notes & Rambles
Hi it's me again. So I guess I'm back with another fic idea, frankly I've had this one for awhile now and I'm SO EXCITED about this one!!! As an fan of old Westerns and anything within those genres I've been wanting to do something like this for a REALLY long time. For any fic pitchs I do here I tend to already have a general plot outline and this is the first series I plan to start writing in the beginning of 2025 and I can not wait.
I haven't seen any fics that cover Silva, but I'm not too surprised as Strange Way of Life is a short film and the narrative is average, but I still had fun with it, given my bias for Wild West media. Also gay cowboys teehee I will add I thought Silvia was a passionate character when it comes to love but I wonder what he could be like outside of that? He still shoots Jake despite how much he loves him, so I feel I can take that and expand upon his morality.
update, this is a repost as I deleted the original but oh well
