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Silva Zoldyck with an s/o who's always cold and loves to cuddle with him because he's warm?

Someplace Warm (Silva Zoldyck x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵 (𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s always cold whenever he’s home. 

Always. It’s always cold whenever he’s home. And not just a degree or two below your standard comfort level. It’s cold, cold. The type of cold that makes you wonder if you left the window open all night. The type of cold that has you wondering if there’s a crack in the wall or the ceiling or something that everyone keeps missing. It’s freezing cold. So cold that it seems like the moment you have to step out of bed, you’re immediately sent stumbling around- looking for layers you could put on to keep yourself from shivering all damn day. On some days, you swear, that’s not even enough. 

That’s why you’re tempted to think it’s all on purpose.

You didn’t notice it at first. Because at first, Silva was always around so it was always cold. He kept you close to his side as he gave you your first tour of his family mansion, answering your every question and helping you remember the names and locations of the places he was sure you’d enjoy the most. Especially whenever he was away for work. You shivered beneath the fur coat he had draped around your shoulders as he spoke to you, but you were far too in awe of the home that the man you were set to marry lived in to really raise any questions. Besides, the heavy rock sitting on the ring you had wrapped around your finger and the promise of all the expensive furs you could ever need kept you happy and more than willing to put up a few chilly nights here and there. 

However, the few chilly nights quickly became a staple in your life. They never seemed to disappear. In fact, your new home would only warm up to a more tolerable temperature whenever Silva had to go away for at least a night. In those times, you could go with fewer layers. In those days, you might even go long enough to forget where you last put your gloves. It was refreshing. It was a relief. It was warm. And perhaps it happened because the world took pity on you and all the sleepless nights you had faced while alone in a big, big bed made for two. Or perhaps it had more to do with your husband taking enough pity on you to adjust the thermostat just enough to accommodate for his absence. You’ve always had a feeling it was more of the latter rather than anything. But you never said anything. Not even the first time it happened.

But that was a wedding and several kids ago. 

You would have thought that after all those years, you would have gotten more used to it. But you didn’t. And to make things worse, the kids don’t seem to mind the temperature. Zeno doesn’t seem to mind the temperature. Hell, Silva seems to thrive on it. Any complaints you had were outnumbered- more now than ever.

But that’s the thing. You don’t exactly have complaints. At least, not anymore. 

“I’ll have to leave the bed at some point today, my love.”

Not while he has you like this.

His words come as a light-hearted yet deep rumble right by your ear. You shiver, pleasantly this time, and opt to cuddle up to him just a little more as you hear a soft chuckle from above.

“Mmm,” You make a soft, non-committal sound at the reminder, but you don’t offer up anything about when you plan to let go and move off of him. You’re too comfortable here. You’re too happy here. And if he really needed to go, he knows he could just pull you off of him by force. But he won’t. He loves you too much to deny you this. And he loves this too much to deny himself of it too. Not if he doesn’t have to, at least.

Because at the moment, this is lying in bed with the covers pulled up to your chin and your legs tangled between his. This is tucking your head into his shoulder and absently running your fingers through his hair as his own large hands wrap themselves around your waist, his fingers spreading over as much of your body that he can reach. This is spending yet another lazy morning in all so you could take advantage of your personal heater for as long as possible. As you do, practically every time you wake up before your husband has to leave the bed.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to do today while I’m still free?” Silva asks you lowly, his hand rubbing small circles into your nightgown. You shake your head almost immediately and tuck your head a little further into his shoulder. Your action, although small, is more than enough to earn you a quick kiss on the forehead as your husband pulls you impossibly tighter against him. “Do you really want to spend another day in bed, my dear?”

“Too cold,” You mumble out with a huff,  a phrase he must have heard you utter over a thousand times already. Still, you’re appreciative of the fact that he still bothers to ask even after all this time. Nowadays, you rarely leave the bed without a specific reason for doing so. You rarely want to leave the bed as the cold seeps into your bones faster than you can blink and makes even enjoying the many rooms full of activities and necessitities in this house a difficult task. But to be fair, as the lady of the house, you don’t always have to leave the bed if you don’t really want or have to. Silva (and the mansion’s staff,  b by extension) have spoiled you far too much over the years for you to ever forget that. “I rather be here…you’re too warm to give up…”

Once again, your response is met with yet another chuckle from your husband. One that sounds almost exasperated at your stubbornness. Yet, it is still one that has you smiling ear to ear as the warm sound fills your body with that light and fluttery feeling you’ve been getting ever since the first time you locked eyes with him. Besides, it’s his fault that you’re like this. He’s far too warm and feels far too good to wrap your arms around. Not to mention, he really does make it far too easy for you to stay in bed as much as you want.

Because if you snap your fingers, your breakfast will be brought to your bedside. If you clap your hands, a warm bath with rose petals will be drawn in just a moment. If you whistle a certain note, the butlers will know exactly whether they’re supposed to bring you whatever novel you were making your way through from the library or if they’re being asked to drag the piano and the pianist into your bedroom as soon as humanly possible. It’s a small price to pay for living in a house that’s far too cold for you to fully enjoy.

Though, you’ll think about it. You’ll think about leaving the bed. You’ll think about doing something with your husband outside of the bed. In fact, you’re already starting to consider asking Silva to take a walk with you through the gardens in an hour or so. If you’re feeling up to it and if it’s warm enough outside to do so, of course. Perhaps you might even be able to pull one of the kids away from whatever it is that they’re doing just long enough to have some tea together. Maybe.

But for now, you’re content right here. You’re happy with just this. And you know he’s happy too. Why else would he make sure his grip around you is always so nice and tight whenever you have to shift around in his arms? Why else would the house be so, so cold, especially on the days when he’s home and has time to spare?

Why else but to drive you into his arms, of course. Why else but to be your someplace warm.

[nendracula]

I love this trend

You're in a "can't hold a baby properly" competition but your opponent is a hxh dad

[pe4cht3a]

i just realised that silva zoldyck’s eyes are exactly like a cats, he has slit pupils like a cat 😭 killua’s feline moments are hereditary !! togashi the man u are with these character designs 🫡

[slutpoppers]

[the-b-ch]

Talking about marriage even after saving Hisoka from another, certain death.

[lovecherryzoldyck]

oldie but a goodie. poor killua

[lamothla-art]

The prompt was Illumi introducing his boyfriend to the family over dinner

No Alluka because you know

Killua specifically requested that no one sit on the same side of the table as Hisoka. Illumi was clearly excluded from this memo

Kikyo and Silva are on the same wave length in that they’re disappointed in Illumi’s choice

Milluki can’t be bothered to care. Kalluto just showed up because he was told to

Zeno loves a good shit show and wants to get to know Hisoka

[marosii]

[cakeandpudding1]

"But you belong to me"

-Men who'd grow overwhelmingly possessive once they start realizing their own feelings towards you were far greater than normal. No matter how toxic the relationship, nothing will get in-between you both. Haters can fucking die, his words not mine. Anything and anyone can watch cus he ain't afraid to show his love for you. Whether it's physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and so on. You aren't allowed to talk to anymore people once you're with him, he can give you everything you need. And will absolutely drag you with him everywhere he goes, or goes with you anywhere you go.-

- MICHAEL KAISER bllk, ALEXIS NESS bllk, Taehun seong, KAHAKU to your eternity, SILVA ZOLDYK hxh, CHROLLO LUCILFER hxh, Qin Shi Huang ror, HADES ror, POSEIDON ROR, JIHOON LEE LOOKISM, light yagami death note, APOLLO ror, SAE itoshi bllk, RIN itoshi bllk.

[hellodaydream1111111111111111]

More HxH headcanons!

Leorio has had a mullet.

Hisoka shows up at illumi's window frequently.

Mike sheds his summer coat all at once but he still loses a lot of fluff, Illumi uses so many lint rollers it's insane.

Killua and the gang buy random phone numbers on Craigslist to bully Illumi and whenever he gets these texts, he kicks his feet like a little girl.

Silva told all the other Zoldycks not to buy Killua a birthday present so he could seem like the best dad ever and comfort his son when the rest of the family “forgot”

Kikyo is a flat earther.

Hisoka finds Illumi’s hair everywhere in his apartment.

Hisoka is actually a natural ginger but he covers up his freckles with texture surprise and dyes his hair.

Milluki hates Killua because in his eyes his brother took everything from Illumi (he did but it wasn't his fault) and he knows Illumi won't hate him so he feels like he has to do it for him.

Milluki is always worried about Illumi because well... He's Illumi.

Milluki and Illumi flip each other off if they pass by each other in the hallway.

Chrollo spams Illumi with texts equivalent to “Quit your job, join my emo band”

Whenever Illumi returns from an especially long mission, Kikyo picks him up when she hugs him.

Zeno gave up his role as head to Silva on the condition he got a say in what happened to Killua, he doesn't care about any of the other kids and won't do anything about Silva being a terrible human being as long as it doesn't affect Killua.

Illumi talks about his siblings so much (Especially Killua but that was implied) that sometimes Hisoka feels like he’s dating a single mom.

Illumi loves his mother but secretly feels that he would be a better fit as Killua’s mother despite being a man.

Zeno constantly makes fun of Silva for letting Kikyo dress their sons up as little girls and “Giving in to his woman”

Since the Zoldycks are immune to poisons, Kikyo wears dresses in authentic scheele’s green and to build up tolerance the Zoldycks would give their children toys painted with it.

When Killua was little, Illumi used to just sit on his bed and watch sleep all night; gently stroking his hair every now and then.

Kikyo is manic, she hurts her children and then cries about them being hurt while bandaging them up.

Kikyo’s mood changes rapidly, with Illumi she is jealous of him and berates him half the time and is the most supportive mother the other half.

Not really a headcanon but if Illumi can sharpen his nails like Killua, which I assume he can, I feel bad for Hisoka though he probably enjoys it.

Illumi can crack all his joints and it freaks Milluki out.

The Zoldyck siblings are mad creative with insults.

Kalluto has 3 dads and none of them are Silva (Chrollo, Phinks and Illumi)

Illumi is very nitpicky once he comes out of his shell.

Hisoka and Illumi have specialty weapons that are a lot higher quality for when they eventually fight each other.

One time Illumi was in a really good mood and got way too excited to see Mike, the giant beast had lipstick stains all over him.

Illumi tried to summon a demon because Hisoka told him he needed a hobby and he wasn’t sure what to do, Chrollo happily volunteered as the sacrifice.

Illumi enjoys embarrassing his siblings.

The phantom troupe members always ruffle Kalluto’s hair when they walk by him.

Hisoka blasts music while getting ready and Illumi smashes dishes to drown out the sound because he thinks Hisoka’s music is trashy.

Illumi has all of his siblings baby teeth in a jar on his nightstand.

One time Gon tried to make his own orange juice but he added salt instead of sugar to it and cried.

Kalluto knows fan language and uses it on Zushi who is absolutely oblivious.

Illumi organizes when he’s stressed but eventually he runs out of things to organize som he goes into Milluki’s room and cleans. Milluki used to get pissed but now he’s found out that he can pretend he did it an only gets slightly annoyed.

Kalluto and Illumi have a long standing game where Kalluto will try to land a hit on Illumi as he goes about his day to day, he’s only be successful four times and usually ends up getting held upside down by his feet.

Hisoka actually has a lot more aura than it seems, he just uses a lot of it on bungee gum to keep his ridiculous outfits in the right places.

Illumi throws pins around his room when he’s bored but it drives Milluki nuts because they share a wall.

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Never Enough (Silva Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Four: Breeding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“You smell so sweet, my love. Surely it must be time for you to give me another one, yes?”

  Given the person you married, such words aren’t too odd to hear anymore. Especially early, early in the morning. And especially accompanied by the feeling of hands pulling at your nightgown and tugging it above your head. After all, you’ve been in the game for long enough to know that whenever you wake up to the feeling of your husband’s large hands spreading open your thighs and him lapping at your cunt, it’s usually because you’re ovulating. 

  And when you’re wed to a man like Silva Zoldyck, ovulation days tend to mean a whole lot of nothing but him pounding away at your body and filling you up to the brim with his seed as many times as he possibly can. 

  With the hopes that one of these days will result in a nice, shiny gift being brought into the family around nine months later. 

  Of course, your husband doesn’t really need an excuse to put his hands on you. In fact, if this was any single other day on the calendar, he would be more than happy to take you anywhere, any time. In any position. In any place. But those days he would wait until you were up and awake and coherent before diving in for his sneak attack. But those are the days he fucks you because he wants you. They’re way different from the days he fucks you because he wants to put another baby in you. 

  As if two of you don’t have enough of those yet.

  But all too soon, the sleepiness and the grumpiness melt away from your face. The pout that you were trying so hard to keep up easily slips into something a little more lewd as your husband digs his tongue inside of your lower walls, trying to make you nice and wet and loose for the absolute monster he has still tucked in his trousers. And it’s in your lustful haze that you really decide that there’s no point in being so stubborn. That you don’t even know why you woke up feeling like you wanted to be this stubborn. Perhaps it’s some lingering feelings from your last post-natal period. Perhaps it’s something else. You wouldn’t know. 

  You’re just supposed to be Silva’s cute little wife. The nice and sweet little homemaker of the family. The one who pumps out all the babies. The one who’s just a hole for her husband to use. 

  And the one who won’t say anything- just whimper and whine and moan as her husband pulls away from her pretty little pussy just to have her present it to him on all fours like a good, good, good girl.

  Already, the sleepy part of your brain misses the feeling of his tongue inside of you and his lips wrapped around your clit. You can’t help but wish that you took the time to enjoy it. That you took the time to soak it all in- maybe even ride his face a little bit more. He did have the nose for it, after all. But you don’t quite have the luxury for that anymore. Because right now, you’re face down and ass up. And Silva’s large, large hands, and coming up to grab at your hips. To align his cock. To push it inside.

  And to breed you.

  There’s no time to waste. The second your warm, wet walls give in and let his dick push past their defenses, he’s snapping to sheath his full length inside of you. Only to pull it out a half second later and to 

    And you know this. You know this for a fact because the man behind you barely gives you a moment- barely gives you a second to breathe. Because from minute one, his goal is to impale you on his cock. To care less about your comfort. After all, he can do that on another day. He can do that when he’s feeling kind and caring. But today isn’t going to be one of those days. Instead, today is going to be one of those days where it marks the first of a couple of days where your children probably won’t see you. Where your body will constantly feel like it never had energy to begin with. Where your skin will know nothing but your husband and his touch and his voice. His commands and the bruises he leaves. His breath and heartbeat. Joining you. Becoming one with you. Over and over and over again. For one reason and one reason alone.

  “This next one is going to be a girl,” Silva murmurs from behind you, leaning in closer to hold you tight against his body. You gasp out as the change in position allows for him to hit an angle more deeply Your mind doesn’t even register that he’s speaking to you. That he’s saying saying to you. You’re far too gone. Far too focused on doing your best to stay up on your two shaking legs as your husband slams into you from behind with far too much power and energy for one man this early in the morning.“A strong one. I can feel it.”

  You whine in response- once again, unable to form the right words. Or any words, for that matter. Your mind has quickly gone to mush. And now you’re at the point, where you’re far too focused on gripping at the sheets in front of you and trying not to be blown away by the sheer force and purpose and hope he puts behind every thrust of his throbbing hard cock into your awaiting hole. A hole you know will be soon pumped full of his seed. And even then, it’s hard to imagine that he’d stop.

  After all, you’ve only given him five children so far. And you’re still so young. Still so able to bear such powerful children. Still so able to take him- all of him without breaking. So what’s one more little pair of hands and feet running around the manor in a year? What’s a few more tears to dry and bright eyes to love? What’s one more show of the physical bond between husband and wife? Between mother and father. Man and woman. What’s one more?

    “We’ll get you pregnant again, my dear. Just watch me.” 

  Well, it’s what Silva wants. And you’ve been in the game for long enough to know that for Silva?

“I’ll make you big and swollen with my child today, even if it kills you.”

  One more is never enough.

[lunaphertalks]

the zoldyck family is my favorite villian type. story wise they are the first big bad, and therefore not the "real big bad". functionally they become both an antagonist and an ally to the protagonists depending on the circumstances. hisoka plays a similar role, which is always one of the reasons i like him.

but! the zoldycks specifically do not kill for amusement or power. it is simply a family business where the service offered is assassination.

zeno specifically creates a stark parallel against many of the other antagonists who crop up throughout hxh. during his fight w chrollo, when chrollo asks why he stopped fighting him once zenos employer was dead, zeno replied that he does not kill for sport and doesnt risk his life simply for the thrill of it.

then when one of the lower level ants tried to pick a fight with him when he is walking home he says "for the first time since i took over the family business i may have accidentally killed an innocent bystander". again implying a moral code and relationship to killing that is contrary to the chimera ant arc where many of the ants kill/hunt for sport.

[mayxo-hxh]

WE GOT HISOKA ZOLDYCK IN HISOKA CAFEEEEEEEEEE

So of course, I had to edit him with his man immediately

THE FAMILY LOOKS SOOOOOOO GOOD TOGETHERRRRRRRR

Day is made. Pores are clean. Thriving. In my lane. Flourishing.

[slutpoppers]

Chrollo Lucilfer vs Zeno & Silva Zoldyck

Hunter x Hunter (1999)

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[slayfics]

Illumi comes with a warning.

900 words

Warnings: mentions of death

You sat in your room, a gentle breeze swept through bringing the fresh air in with it. It was peaceful, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone enjoying the fleeting relaxation that is so hard to come by nowadays.

Giggling at a silly video, another breeze came through, strong enough to blow your curtains this time. The rustling caught your attention, and your eyes diverted from your screen to your curtains to watch them stir. The breeze continued and with it, your curtains flowed, however, the shadow of a figure behind your curtains became visible.

You screamed at the intrusion, curtains settling down revealing the man behind the curtains. Long black hair flowing he stated, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Illumi?!" You exclaimed confused, unsure why the assassin had appeared in your room.

"Quick, we have to go," he said shortly.

"Hu? What do you mean?" You asked, but without answering he grabbed you, moving you both a great distance from your house in a matter of seconds. Once satisfied by the distance Illumi hid with you behind a building.

"What the hell is going on?!" You asked again, irritated at the hasty removal from your peaceful room.

"Keep your voice down," Illumi instructed before explaining, "Someone has hired my father to kill you."

"WHAT!?" You yelled.

Illumi covered your mouth, "I said keep your voice down," he instructed once more. "You have to be quiet. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly eyes wide at the information Illumi had just explained. If this was true, and someone had hired Silva to assassinate you, you were on borrowed time.

"Illumi, that doesn't make any sense. Who would pay that price to kill me?" You asked.

"I cannot tell you that," he answered.

"I just don't get it... I don't think I've pissed off anyone that much," you wondered. Before you could dispute the point any further you heard a deafening sound, something that you could only imagine was a devastating explosion.

You peered around the side of the building; the sight made your blood run cold. Your place was destroyed, only rumble where it used to be. However, the surrounding buildings and monuments were untouched.

Illumi quickly snatched you back behind the building, "Do you want to die!?" He scolded.

"Of course not! But if your father is after me, I'm as good as dead already!" You spat back, fear gripping you at accepting you were in the last moments of your life.

"No. Not if you're quiet and listen to me," Illumi stated.

You looked up at him, your mouth agape unsure if you understood him correctly, "You... you're going to help me?" It didn't make any sense to you that Illumi would go against his family business.

"My father was hired to kill you, not me," he explained. "All I have to do is kill who hired my father, then you'll be safe. My father won't have a reason to kill you if he's not collecting money for it."

"Oh. So, you- want me to pay you then? To assassinate whoever hired Silva to kill me," You clarified. Understanding now Illumi must have been coming to you for a guaranteed job.

Illumi started at you blankly, "No. I would never illicit a job that way."

Your expression mirrored the same bewildered expression Illumi had. You couldn't believe he was offering to kill someone for you without payment and for the purpose of saving your life. Your adventures had brought you two to cross paths several times, but you didn't realize how much your company had grown on him.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Save your gratitude for after I pull this off," he said.

"Ok, so what is the plan?" You asked.

"While I hunt down and kill who hired my father, I have to keep you somewhere my father won't find easily," Illumi explained. "I think that will best be achieved if I'm able to manipulate you freely," Illumi said, holding up pins between his fingers.

You started at the pins settled between his fingers, hesitant to answer. His plan was to keep you hidden and undetectable. It makes sense that to do that he would want full control over you. Under his control, you would follow his lead without any questions or communication needed.

Yet, the thought crossed your mind of if Illumi was telling the truth. Is it possible this was a big ruse for Illumi to manipulate you easily, and without a fight? What if, Illumi was actually the Zoldyck hired to kill you, and this was his way of doing it gently?

"Hm? Don't you trust me?" he asked.

Truthfully no, no you didn't trust him. You weren't so naive to blindly believe an assassin. Yet, what was the other option?

If this was the truth and you denied Illumi's help, Silva would kill you. If this was a lie and Illumi's way of killing you softly, and you fought back, Illumi would kill you. Any way you looked at it, you only had one slim chance of survival. To hope that Illumi was being honest.

"Yes, yes I trust you." You whispered looking back up at Illumi.

"Good, this will only sting for a second," he promised, swiftly piercing you with his Nen needles.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @illumiiiz @hyperiondickrider

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MAMA KIKYO 💜🖤 for mothers day!!