these are AONUNG X METKAYINA READER prompts/ideas(cause i thought most of the fanfics are x sully reader so yeahh)
if ur a writer feel free to use these prompts and make sure to tag me if u do use them! 🥹
1.) aonung meeting reader’s parents
2.) reader meeting aonungs parents. ronal is especially fond of them(maybe even more than aonung.) since the reader is tsakarem, ronal already knows and respects them and shes really happy that aonung chose reader as his mate
3.) reader wanting to learn English slang from the sullys but aonung gets jealous so then he drags reader away to teach reader himself but it ends kinda badly yk(this idea kinda sucks but oh well)
4.) aonung is rough and sarcastic towards others(the sullys, tsireya, rotxo) but with the reader his voice softens, hes gentler, and hes more patient and attentive. the others tease aonung for this
5.) kind of similar to the last one but reader is aonung’s only exception. like reader is the only one who can touch him. like holding his arm, leaning against him, fixing his gear. if anyone else tries, he pulls away immediately. everyone notices
6.) weaver/artisan reader and we make stuff for aonung but he pretends he doesnt care but he secretly keeps everything we made
7.) aonung secretly walks reader home every night. he pretends hes headed the same way but he does it bcs hes worried of reader
one night the reader stops and says: “you dont have to escort me anymore”
and he says “i know but i want to”
8.) aonung saving the best food for the reader during meals
9.) reader stops talking to him after a misunderstanding. he pretends it doesnt bother him but it actually does
10.) reader gets hurt during a hunt. just a small injury but aonung panics too much
11.) aonung carves smth for reader in secret and hes embarrassed to give it to them. like he had multiple chances of giving jt to reader but he got disrupted or he got too nervous
12.) they both pretend theyre “just friends” but everyone knows. subtle touches and long glances. aonung breaks when he saw reader talking to someone else
13.) reader overworks themselves helping others cause reader is tsakarem. everyone relies on reader and we never rest. aonung takes care of us yk basically
14.) aonung gets jealous of someone who makes reader laugh and he tries to one up them by being funnier
15.) aonung secretly practices giving compliments because hes bad at expressing his feelings.
for example:
"you are... impressive."
"no to stiff."
"youre smile is... nice?"
the way reader finds out is that they were walking by and hears agnung. reader accidentally stepped on a shell, agnung turns around and sees reader.
16.) reader shares a marui with aonung then one night reader falls asleep while they were talking
17.) aonung almost says “i love you” but reader hears it anyway
18.) our first kiss with aonung
19.) aonung realizes he loves reader before reader realize we love him. he waits patiently. (aonung fell first and harder)
20.) racing ilu at sunset. aonung lets reader win and he pretends he didnt but reader realizes that
21.) aonung admits the ocean feels calmer with them
AN: Silas is the LI of a wonderful visual novel called The False Sun that you can get for free on itch.io
I totally recommend it. But warning, Silas is a yandere and kinda intense.
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Silas isn’t the most careful type, and eating you out has been a thought ever since you’ve come back to the farm. He tried to hold back, wanting to be polite and easy for you. But when you hooked your fingers at the waistband of his underwear, saying y’all weren’t kids anymore, with that cute bashful expression, hinting at sex, he jumped at the opportunity. He lunges forward, kissing you again, and lets you pull him forward by the waistband, settling himself between your legs. In his eagerness, he pulls your hips slightly up, rutting down against you; his hard on rubbing against your clothed pussy, frustrated at the thin fabrics between the two of you. Nonetheless, he keeps rutting as he forces his tongue down your mouth, drooling and impatient yet wanting to draw out the moment for as long as possible. Feeling the same, you whimper and moan against him, putting hands to his shoulders. Breathing is secondary to your pleasure, so you move your hips as best you can, so that the tip of his hard on is kissing and rubbing against your clit just right. When you find the perfect spot, you turn your head to the side, putting an abrupt stop to the kisses, “Stop Silas! Wait.” He stills, surprised and a bit worried at your outburst, but upon seeing you pathetically buck your hips against him, he’s quick to realize what’s going on. You’re using him to get off. You gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, and lightly pinching and tugging at the other. His hands work to pull you closer to him, trying to help you feel him closer.
Your wetness grows, thinning the fabric of your underwear and slotting him just a minuscule bit closer, but that’s just enough to help you finish, wrapping your arms around his head, keeping his face pressed to your chest and locking your legs around him to press his cock closer and better fitted against you as you cum. “Silas!” He’s wide eyed and looking up at you the best he can pressed against you, and stops his suckling as he feels your wetness soak into his own underwear. When you relax and give him room, he sits upright, hands at the back of your thighs, keeping your legs open, and his right hand slides down to rub his middle and index finger against your slit, feeling and watching you throb and clench against the fabric. “Can I?” He asks, head tilted down, paying full attention at your messy, throbbing cunt, pressing his fingers down against your entrance before pulling the panties aside. Thumbs work to spread you further open, and his eyes seemingly gloss over and his dick twitches,“Can I taste?” A quick glance is all it takes to see your nod, and your pulled to the edge of the bed with a terrifying quickness and strength. He’s kneeling by the bed, and you barely lift your upper body to see him before he starts giving open mouthed kisses to your poor achy cunt. The tip of his nose sits pretty at the crest, and his tongue is wildly lapping flat against whatever he can. Legs twitch, and you pet his head, almost cooing at his eager inexperience, “wait, wait Silas.” Humming, he makes eye contact, and the intensity makes your heart jump; he doesn’t stop his insistent lapping. “S-slow down, it’ll feel better and last longer.” He makes a small whine but listens, slowing down, against his wishes. Admittedly, the way you pet his head and run your fingers through his hair helped. You give him guidance over what felt best to you, telling him to work his way up, to keep his tongue flat or more pointed. Silas was obedient, but he couldn’t ignore the strain in his underwear forever, and palming at it was getting more pathetic, yet he was so close to what he truly wanted to do.
He moved his lips up to suckle and swirl his tongue around your clit while his fingers glided against your entrance, picking up slick before pressing in. You clenched at the intrusion, but gave no real resistance, physically or verbally, so he continued to work you open. When your legs started shaking and you kept repeating his name, he took the signs that you were cumming and excitedly picked up his pace, working you towards your climax. His fingers curled upward, and rubbed gently while he wrapped his free arm around your leg, keeping you in place and sucking at your clit as you came. Sultry slurping sounds echoed with whimpers and moans of his name, your hips bucking against his face, and hands gripping his head to keep his mouth and nose close and draw out the experience.
After a few moments, he gives one last drooling kiss to your cunt, making you twitch and squirm, trying to push his face away. He stands up, albeit awkwardly with some knee pain, and pushes his clothed bulge against your raw pussy. Pulling down the waistband to release his cock from its confines, he guides it down to slot against your pussy, rocking his hips back and forward. Getting overstimulated, you whine, “Silas…” Shushing, he leans forward to kiss your forehead and whispers, “You had your fun, and you wanted sex right?” He dips the head of his cock just the slightest bit towards your entrance; you nod, clenching as a poor attempt to pull him in. Humming, he smiles at you “That’s a good girl. You want me inside, don’t you?” Teasing, he keeps rocking his hips, never going deeper than the tip, and spreading his precum to mix with your juices. You nod furiously, but he clicks his tongue, “You gotta tell me or I’m not doing more than this. You want me. Don’t you?” His other hand almost painfully gripping at your inner thigh, and before it hurts any worse, you gasp and nod, “Yes, yes please Silas. Put it in. I want it in.” Feeling and watching you lift your hips to throb and clench pathetically against his cock, he eases your pleas and pushes inside, provoking an unguarded moan from the both of you. He bites his lower lip and resists the urge to thrust till he’s down to the hilt; he can tell just by how stretched open you are around a few inches of his cock, that he’s more massive than he realized. “Fuck, you’re so wet and hot.” He whimpers, slowly easing his way in, kissing your neck and licking over your ear. Sensitive and ticklish, your legs shake and sporadically clench around him, egging him to go deeper. “In… Is it all in?” You mewl, biting down on his shoulder and kissing his neck, hands rubbing at his back, trying to anchor yourself and sooth him all the same. He shakes his head, “No, but you’re taking me so good. Such a good girl, being so patient.” Humming, he reciprocates your neck kisses, and moans softly with every inch that pushes deeper.
By the time he pushes it to the hilt, you feel so incredibly full with his hot and heavy cock inside, and his breathing is labored, tongue sticking out to lick up the sweat on your neck. Thrusting slowly, it feels like he’s dragging you inside out just to push in and make you feel whole again. “I’m gonna move faster alright?” A hand pets your head, and then moves to cup your cheek, “I let you cum twice, so it’s only fair I get my turn.” He whispers, biting at the crook of your neck as he picks up his pace, “Mine.” To keep you in place, he grabs your hips, fingertips bruising. “I love you and you love me right?” Forehead pressed against yours, he feels your hurried nodding, “Y-yes I love you Silas.” You swear under your breath and put your fingers through his hair, dragging him to an open mouthed kiss. Tongues swirling for brief seconds before you start sucking on his tongue, and you’re drowned in his taste. Warm huffs from his nose tickle against your cheek as you both struggle to breathe through the kiss. When you try to pull away, his mouth reaches for more of your breath and his hand keeps your jaw steady; you’re grabbing at his shoulders and scratching at his chest as your own starts to burn.
When he finally pulls away, it’s like resurfacing, and you gasp for air, whining and coughing out his name and eyes prickled with tears. Before you can ask why, he rasps, “You breathe for me.” His eyes are wide and daunting, sparked with dark desire, “This body is mine, Sunshine.” He lifts your thighs to settle more comfortably around his waist, his nails dragged against your skin, just enough to leave marks but not draw any blood. “You gave it to me ever since our first kiss.” A chaste kiss to your cheek and he licks at your eyes, attempting to eat away at your under developed tears. Small and vulnerable against him, it almost feels like he’s trying to eat you, and maybe he’s even succeeding. Approaching how climax, his thrusts gained pace and strength. Loud squelches, heavy breathing and occasional slurps were are all you could hear, and your poor overstimulated clit seemed to always drag along his cock and kiss his pubes as he pumped into you. Silas’ moaning only got higher as he got closer, “I’m gonna cum. Inside. Cum inside.” You rocked your hips in motion with his, trying your best to meet him and get him as deep as you could. Legs locked around his waist, and he pulled you up, hands gripping tight at the fat of your ass, and his head buried in your neck, biting as hard as he could.
Cumming around his cock, you cried as Silas groaned, throbbing as he pumped you full of cum, his tip kissing and twitching against your cervix. Releasing his teeth, he licked at the bruised bite mark he left before kissing over your face. As he does, he rolls his hips, hoping to get every drop of cum into you. “My little lamb did so well for me. Taking me so good.” His hands massaged your sides and gently held your face, kissing your forehead. “My pretty fucked out prey.” His smile was crooked, but it was an endearing resemblance to the kind country boy he usually is towards you. Barely able to nod, you hum to acknowledge his praise. He licks at the drool around your mouth, “Open your mouth.”
He spits in your mouth, and your eyes widen the slightest bit. “You take whatever I give you and don’t spill anything.” At your nod, he sits back to admire your pussy still tightly clenched around him. He pulls out his cock halfway before slowly pushing it back in again, admiring how his cum spreads and how drenched he is in your fluids. He goes on for minutes, before finally pulling out; the action makes you whimper, feeling stretched and empty but not for long. He lays down beside you, spooning you and slipping his cock back inside. “We have to keep it all in. Remember, don’t spill anything.” One hand goes down to caress your lower abdomen, carefully pushing down before his arm wrapped tightly around you. “We belong to each other.” He whispered, pulling you as close as he could at the slight expense of your ability to take deep breaths. In such an embrace, you danced along a line between feeling safe and trapped. But his heartbeat thumped so soothingly behind you, and his breathing was calm, so you let yourself be taken and even trapped if it meant you got to savor this moment with him. It was warm being with him. You wanted it to last forever, and luckily for you, he did too. Maybe even more than you.
Hii! I had a few more questions, feel free to ignore any of them if they’re too much, but I’m genuinely curious about Calvin. What would you say his love languages are? We already know he loves the MC and tends to show it in ways that seem practical or logical to him, but is he actually affectionate? How would you describe the way he loves?
Also, is he genuinely in love with the MC despite everything that happened? Why did he murder them, and would you personally classify him as a yandere, or is that left open to interpretation?
Another thing I’ve been wondering: what if the MC were a doctor too, maybe even a surgeon? What kind of surgeon does Calvin want to become himself?
And lastly, how would Calvin treat a softer, gentle, soft-spoken MC? Could you ever see him letting the MC go, and what are his thoughts on marriage? Would he actually “wife up” the MC if given the chance?
Thank you so much for reading ! And so sorry if this was too long (*´∀`)♪
These are such good questions!
calvin’s main “love language” is caretaking, but he will adapt to the other person. if physical touch or reassurance is important to them, he’ll accommodate it, but it doesn’t come naturally to him.
he’s not very openly affectionate, but he’s still human. he does need affection, he’s just very restrained and intentional about it. he may also use affection as positive reinforcement.
as for whether he’s actually in love…he definitely believes he is, but his version of love is very self-centered. he cares, but not in a selfless way. it’s more so about feeling needed and maintaining control.
when he kills the mc in certain endings, he genuinely frames it as a form of mercy or like it’s “good” for them. he can’t fully accept that he’s the reason they’re suffering, so in his mind, there’s something wrong that he can’t fix so he decides to end their suffering. subconsciously, he’s a little relieved.
whether or not he counts as a yandere is kind of up to interpretation. he’d kill for the mc, but it’s not his first instinct, and honestly, he’d find the aftermath more inconvenient than anything.
if the mc were also a doctor, he’d have mixed feelings. he’d appreciate the shared interest, but he wouldn’t feel as needed, which is something he relies on. he’d be less likely to target someone like that in the first place.
he originally wanted to be a surgeon, especially something like neurosurgery, but chose primary care instead. he prefers the long-term, controlled relationship between doctor and patient.
a softer, more gentle mc would probably be his favorite. he responds well to compliance, especially if it comes with gratitude.
and no, he wouldn’t let them go. even if there’s nothing physically wrong, he’d find a reason to justify keeping them there.
marriage, to him, isn’t really about romance. it’s more about mc being legally bound to him. he doesn’t see it as necessary, but he does like the idea of that kind of bond (something that can’t easily be undone).
he’s wearing the same shirt here. they did such a good job showing how he’d been neglecting his human body — he looks so frail in a shirt he once filled out
