#silas x reader

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.

The investigation had ended hours ago, but neither of you seemed eager to go inside. The motel parking lot was quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of crickets hidden somewhere beyond the trees. Silas stood beside the railing with a cigarette balanced between his fingers, its ember glowing faintly each time he took another drag.

You watched him for a while before breaking the silence. "You're smoking again." He glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

"...Yeah."

"You know it's bad for you."

"I know."

"Then why?"

His gaze lingered on the cigarette for a moment before he answered, almost absentmindedly. "...Habit." You let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head. "You're impossible."

For the first time that evening, you caught the faintest hint of amusement in his expression. It was subtle—gone almost as quickly as it appeared—but enough to make you smile. On impulse, you reached over and plucked the cigarette from between his fingers.

His brows knit together.

"...Hey."

"I'm just curious."

Before he could stop you, you copied the way he'd held it moments before and took a tentative inhale.

It was a mistake.

The smoke hit the back of your throat like fire. You doubled over immediately, coughing so hard your eyes watered. "God..." Another cough tore through your chest. "...How do people survive this?"

Silas was already beside you. Without a word, he took the cigarette from your hand.

"...You inhaled wrong."

"I don't think there's a right way."

"There is."

You tried to answer, only for another fit of coughing to interrupt you.He watched you quietly, his brows drawing together ever so slightly.

"...Breathe."

"I am breathing."

"No."

You looked up at him, confused.

"...Like this."

"...What?"

For a second, he looked almost uncertain, as though he'd realized how strange his next words were going to sound.

"...You'll keep coughing."

"So?"

His gaze drifted away.

"...Open your mouth."

You blinked.

"...Silas."

The tips of his ears turned the faintest shade of pink. "...Just trust me." You weren't entirely sure why you did. Maybe because it was him. Maybe because, despite everything, you'd never had a reason not to.

Silas took one last drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke in for a brief moment as though reconsidering the decision he'd already made. His hand rose slowly, fingertips brushing beneath your jaw with surprising gentleness, giving you every chance to pull away.

Then, before you had the chance to ask what he was doing, he leaned in until there was barely any space left between you. The kiss was fleeting. Barely more than shared breath. Warm smoke slipped past your lips as he exhaled, lingering only for a moment before the night air carried it away again. When he finally stepped back, you simply stared at him.

"...Better?"

You blinked once.

"...You kissed me."

Silas froze.

His eyes widened just enough for you to notice.

"...That wasn't..." He stopped himself, looking away with a quiet click of his tongue. "...That wasn't the point."

A smile slowly found its way onto your face.

Silas caught it immediately. "...You're smiling."

His brows knitted together in quiet disbelief, as though he couldn't understand why you looked so pleased.

You tilted your head innocently.

"So?"

"...Don't."

"Why?"

His gaze darted away before settling somewhere over your shoulder. "...Because you're making this worse."

Your smile only grew.

"You kissed me."

"...I know."

Silence settled comfortably between the two of you. Silas rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet your eyes. Under his breath, you caught a quiet "...Fuck." He flicked the cigarette butt onto the pavement and crushed it beneath his shoe. "...Forget it."

[During one evening as the sun was setting, the car ride was mainly silent as the MC awakens from their scattered memories. They seem confused from moments relaying from their childhood.]

Kyle: Awake, survior?

MC: Uh, yeah. How much longer until we get there?

Kyle: Can't wait to see your grandpa? Or are you already sick of my company?

MC: Heh, yeah right. I think I can put up with you a little longer.

Kyle: Still as shape-tongued as you were as a kid. Though, I was starting to forget what you looked like. It's been way too long since you showed up here.

MC: I still would've come if I could, but my parents wouldn't let me after what happened back then.

Kyle: Scared the whole village that summer. Word spread fast that the kid who survived by some miracle was coming back.

MC: Yeah, a miracle that I'm still alive.

Kyle: Don't worry. Everyone's just glad you were found back then.

MC: "People were looking for me?"

Kyle: How are you feeling after all of that, anyway? Any lasting effects?

MC: Actually...After what happened, I developed dissociative amnesia. I can forget things that happen while I'm under stress. One time I showed up for an exam, and was told I've already taken it the day before. I completely forgot that entire day.

Kyle: Damn. Must be really disorienting.

MC: Yeah...

Kyle: Just a couple more miles, and you'll see your old man.

MC: "That sounds reassuring..."

Kyle: You don't remember me either?

MC: *Nods* Sorry, I don't.

Kyle: You don't even remember climbing up a tree and scremaing bloody murder because you couldn't get down, so I had to come rescue you?

MC: *Sounding surprised* That really happened?

Kyle: Yep. And the next day, you climbed right back up there. But credit where it's due, you got down on your own that time.

MC: Strange confident boost on my part.

Kyle: Proof that you can do anything when you put your mind to it.

[The car ride ended as the two pulled up to Grandpa's house. The MC felt a strange wave of nostalgia, a bittersweetness they haven't felt in a long time, even though they don't remember being on the property. The scene transitions to Grandpa hugging them the moment he saw his grandchild and both sat down to catch up.]

Grandpa: I am so glad to see you again.

MC: It's good to see you too. It's been forever since we last seen each other, like a hundred years.

Grandpa: Exactly. I'm almost glad I had that mini-stroke. Since it brought you here.

MC: Grandpa! You can't say that. I would've come visit anyway.

Grandpa: Of course. I'm just kidding.

MC: Cracking jokes especially during dark situations. By the way, what am I supposed to do on the farm? It's been a long and after what happened, I forgot any skills and knowlegde. I'm practically a beginner at best.

Grandpa: Sure, let's go show you.

[Then, Grandpa shows the MC how to get the animals back into the barn by dragging them inside to their pens and also showed which foods the animals eat based on their dietary requirements. After those chores are finished, Grandpa instructed them to collect eggs from the hens in the mornings.]

Grandpa: Think you can handle that?

MC: Of course, Grandpa. I'm not as useless as you think.

Grandpa: If you say so. You can go try to make friends with the chickens, and I'll go lie down. I get tired quickly after the attack.

MC: Yeah. You need to take care of yourself.

[Afterwards, the MC returns to the chickens and looked for any eggs. They don't seem aggressive as they already been fed.]

MC: Awww...So cute. *Gently petting one* Wonder why my parents wouldn't let me come back. *Checks again* No eggs. Guess I'll head back inside.

???: *Reveals himself at the entrance outside of the barn* DO YOU REMEMBER ME!?

MC: AAH! *Throws the basket at him for self-defense*

???: *Dodges the basket*

MC: Oh my goodness! I’m sorry! You scared me. Who are you and what are you doing here, sneaking around like you're guilty?

???: So you...Really don't remember at all...?

MC: No. Look, I just got here and was completing chores for the evening. Who even are you?

???: I'm Silas! We were friends when we were kids!

MC: *Shown puzzled* We were? Sorry, I don't remember anything about that summer I spent here.

Silas: Ohhh! We spent the whole summer together.

MC: Sorry, I don't recall spending time together.

Silas: Then maybe we can become friends all over again?

MC: "What a strange guy. It shouldn't hurt to befriend him, even when I don't have memories of Silas...Why are you trembling, weirdo?" Okay, well...

Silas: [Y/N].

MC: Oh, yeah. You'd remember, since we were friends. Why did you rush over here at this hour? You could've come tomorrow.

Silas: I couldn't!!! I missed you so much!

MC: Oh...Okay. Well, why are you so sweaty? Did you run all the way here?

Silas: Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you.

MC: How about we sit on the porch so you can catch your breath?

Silas: Sure!

[The two walked over to the house and sat down by the porch. The silence was awkward in the atmosphere and the MC uttered a question to feel less off-putting between them.]

MC: Did we had any other friends besides each other?

Silas: Nope, it was just the two of us. We spent time together and talked a lot! I remember you saying you wanted to become a pilot, and that you hated pears.

MC: "Seems he knows more about me. Guess we were closer than expected."

Silas: By the way... *Brings out a basket of pears*

MC: Are those for me...?

Silas: No, it's for your grandpa. Mom sends him some sometimes. He likes them.

MC: Oh, thanks. I'll give them to him.

Silas: Well, I have to go home, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay?

MC: Alright, i'll be waiting.

[Silas hugs the MC goodbye and the gesture feels off. His arms wrapped around them felt as if he was squeezing their body a little too tight. Not enough to be suffocating, only enough to tells something under his bright, friendly attitude is about to escape later.]

Silas: I'm insanely happy to see you. Bye!

[Silas left and the MC took the pears inside to the kitchen and left them on the table. They did their night routine and laid in their bed. Soon, fell asleep and few flashes of memories replaying the same summer all those years ago came up...Pathways and a village...How peculiar...]

[The Next Morning]

MC: *Enters into the kitchen while stretching* Morning, Grandpa. *Sat in front of him*

Grandpa: Morning. Sleep well?

MC: Actually, I had a weird dream. I was walking through the woods behind the house and turned left, went to a split tree and towards a flat rock, through the middle and left.

Grandpa: It sounds like the way to the village, but you have to cross the river.

MC: Really? I don't remember that part.

Grandpa: It's not surprising, considering...Well...That incident...

MC: Hmm... *Notices the bitten pear in his hand* Grandpa, did you wash the pears before eating one?

Grandpa: Yes, I washed them. Is something wrong?

MC: I don't mean to sound rude but back in the city, I read there were some cases of people who developed intestinal worms when they didn't clean their produce properly.

Grandpa: Oh, is that true?

MC: It is. Plus, there are other cases of people being poisoned by the exact produce if they forget to considered the pesticides used on them, too. I don't want your health worsening from those possibilities.

Grandpa: You're very considerate, [Y/N]. But, don't worry.

MC: *Smiles warmly* How's your health, lately?

Grandpa: I feel fine. Aside from getting tired from every little movement.

MC: Grandpa, rest. Let me take care of the morning farm chores. Okay?

Grandpa: *Smiles appreciatively* What would I do without you?

[The MC then started the chores. They feed the animals and this time, eggs were laid by the chickens, collected and placed in the basket. After finishing up for the morning and feeling accomplished, they returned back inside to tell Grandpa but-!]

MC: GRANDPA!!!

[Their dear grandfather was founded passed out on the kitchen floor. They checked his pulse and fortunately, he was still alive but unconscious. They called Kyle and he came right away, driving the two to the hospital.]

MC: *Sitting in the waiting room* ...

Kyle: *Came in front of them*

MC: *Looks up at him and stands up* Is he okay?

Kyle: He's okay, if you can call it that...The doctors think it was some kind of chemical poisoning. Most likely he was getting rid of pests and breathed something in.

MC: "...The pears..." Will he recover...?

Kyle: Yes, I promise, he'll get better. He just needs time.

MC: Okay... "Grandpa already has health problems, and managed to poison himself because of the fucking pears...I better find a way to confront him..."

Kyle: Alright, we should head back. Don’t worry, they’ll take good care of the old man here. And you did good calling me right away. If anything happens, always call me, okay?

MC: *Nods* Okay…

[The two drove back to the farm.]

Kyle: Do you need help on the farm?

MC: No, thank you. You’ve already helped a lot.

Kyle: If you say so. If anything comes up, let me know.

MC: See you...

[Kyle drove off and the MC headed towards the farm.]

Silas: *Smiles brightly at them* Hi!!! Where were you? And why do you look so sad? Did someone die?

MC: *Squints at him for asking ignorantly* My grandfather almost died today!

Silas: *Surprised by their tone and then feigns concern* Oh...I'm so sorry...

MC: *Sighs* Sorry, for snapping at you. The doctors said everything's going to be okay...

Silas: I'm sure it'll be fine. Don't worry, your grandpa's going to outlive us all!

MC: "Says the one who brought the pears to him."

Silas: You need to distract yourself. How about we go for a walk?

MC: "Play along. This is for Grandpa..." Yeah, show me around, please.

[Silas took their hand and led them around some places. First place he took the MC was a hideout they built together. The second place is shown to be a cave where Silas claimed they stayed in there to hide from the rain, even had ash still left that they shared a fire together to stay warm. The young man seemed to treasured every "memories" of the exact summer. However, the MC remind themselves that the memories could be fabricated.]

Silas: Oh! And one more thing! *Shows them the river and a ruined boat*

MC: Silas...

Silas: We wanted to fix this boat and sail away together!

MC: And where were we planning to sail to?

Silas: Anywhere! We could conquer new lands!

MC: *Pretends to giggle* You think there are still undiscovered lands?

Silas: Of course! We once found a place in the woods where definitely no one had ever been before! And then we found an old tire there...

MC: *Actually laughed* That's anticlimactic.

Silas: It's getting late, do you want to see the sun go down?

MC: Yeah, sure.

Silas: Let's go to the pier! It has the best view!

MC: *Stops at their tracks* I...Don't think that's the best idea.

Silas: Why?

MC: I'm scared of ending up in the water again...After what happened. I developed a serious fear of bodies of water...

Silas: Oh...But I'll be right there with you. You don't have to be scared!

[Honestly, the MC isn't actually afraid of water. They're just playing along until it's the right time...]

MC: You don't understand! That pier looks like it’s going to fall apart!

Silas: Okay, I get it. Not today, right? We can go to another place! It's very special too!

MC: It's not by bodies of water, right?

Silas: No, well…It’s not as close as the pier. Don’t worry, you’re not in any danger, especially from the water.

MC: Alright, lead the way.

[Silas led them along the river, but at a safe distance so they wouldn’t be scared. Soon, they reached to a lonesome tree. On one side was carved with a heart with initials at the center.]

MC: “S + G”? What do they stand for?

Silas: Sun and Guardian. Those were our code names. You don’t remember?

MC: Oh, I see. Then, why is there a heart here?

Silas: *Bashful while blushing* Well…It’s because…We…We were in love with each other…

MC: “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” That’s cute…

Silas: You really think so?

MC: Yeah. Childhood love is cute. Though, it’s a shame I don’t remember any of it. It was probably my first crush, since the first thing I remember was that very summer.

Silas: Yes! That’s exactly how it was! You said I was the first person who ever made you feel that way!

MC: Wow. Sounds like I really was head over heels for you.

Silas: Exactly! I know you don’t remember anything, but I remember everything…I remember you…You’ve grown up, but you’re still the person I fell in love with.

MC: “This poor soul sounded way too gullible for what’s about to happen to him. However, his love doesn’t seem fake…Seemingly genuine.”

Silas: Um…Are you seeing anyone right now?

MC: Hm? Oh, no.

Silas: Have you ever had a someone?

MC: *Nods* No, there wasn’t anyone.

Silas: I’m glad you didn’t have anyone after me.

MC: Was there really something between us?

Silas: Your first kiss was with me.

MC: *In disbelief* …Huh? Are you serious right now?

Silas: I’m serious. It was a beautiful day, we spent a long time swimming in the river, and then we warmed ourselves by the fire, talked about our feelings, and kissed.

MC: "Is this guy for real?" That sounds way too romantic for twelve-year-olds.

Silas: No! That's exactly how it was...

[Doubt filled the MC as they knew the memories were too good to be true. As if exaggerated by Silas' perspective from when he wanted to remember, in his own version.]

MC: Alright, whatever you say.

Silas: *Semi-worried* You don't believe me. Why!? It's not that weird!

MC: Well, you know...When I was twelve, I was into Pokémon, not romantic stuff.

Silas: *Shown annoyed* Everyone's into Pokémon when they're twelve!!! That doesn't mean a kid can't have a crush or want something romantic!!!

[Silas showed to be agitated by his louder tone and voice higher with every sentence in defense.]

MC: *Remaining calm* Silas, I'm sorry. It's hard to believe if any of those memories were true.

Silas: I wouldn't lie to you. Why would I?

MC: I don't know. Maybe you just saw it differently than I did.

Silas: Maybe! But the kiss happened! I swear!

MC: Swear on your mother?

Silas: *Caught offguard* Wh...My mom...?

[He seemed confused, that for a moment, he may not have a mother...]

MC: Oh...I mean...

Silas: *Looks at them with certainty* Yes, I swear on my mom that I'm not lying to you, and that kiss really happened.

[Seeming upset, the MC had to somehow lighten up the mood. It was getting dark and they need to head back home. The two headed towards Grandpa's house. Silas was quiet. like his head was full of thoughts.]

MC: *Broke the silence* Silas, everything okay?

Silas: Yeah...

[Without second guessing, they reach for his hand. He was so warm, and judging by his face, he was happy. Didn't even try hiding his smile, though the heart has not beaten as they still need to confront him about earlier. However, Silas notices something a tad bit odd of the affectionate gesture.]

Silas: *Looks at their hand* [Y/N], your hand feels cold.

MC: Oh, sorry. I get cold easily.

[They arrived back to the farm. It was already dark outside and the farm animals still need to be taken care of.]

MC: I need bring the animals into the barn, feed them, and collect the eggs.

Silas: I can help!

MC: Are you sure? I don't want to make you work.

Silas: *Cheery* I want to help you! I could even do all of it for you!

MC: Uh...It's alright. I can do them myself.

Silas: *Shows sad puppy eyes* But why??? I want to help!

MC: Sorry. I just feel like doing it myself.

Silas: *Sounding sullen* Well, okay...

[They then started the chores. They're contemplating if they should confront him now or wait until it was the right time to face Silas. They're still angry for what he did to Grandpa. After finishing for the night, the MC returned back outside to find the young man looking elsewhere with a strange expression on his flushed face.]

MC: Silas?

Silas: Can I...Well...Stay with you? My house is far away, and it's already so late...

MC: "Oh, perfect timing." Yeah, of course. Yuo can stay for he night.

Silas: *Brightens up* Really? Thank you!

MC: I don't think Grandpa will mind.

[The two went inside. It was quiet, and the MC thought about Grandpa. They remind themselves to call him in the morning. He must be awake by then. For now, they thought of where to have Silas sleep.]

MC: You can sleep on the couch. I'll bring you some bedding.

Silas: But how am I supposed to protect you from another room?

MC: "Crap. He just wants to sleep with me...He shouldn't get everything that easily..." There's only one bed in my room.

Silas: I can sleep on the floor. I'm not picky.

MC: "This mutt..." Fine. Sleep on the floor if you want to so badly.

[Then proceeds to make some bedding on the floor next to their bed. They do their nightly routine and they both fell asleep.]

[The Next Morning]

MC: *Enters into the kitchen and yawned*

Silas: *By the stove cooking breakfast* *Notices them* Good morning, sleepyhead.

MC: *Rubbing their eyes from sleep* Morning... *Sits down at the table* Did I sleep that long?

Silas: By country standards? Yeah. Everyone here gets up at sunrise. *Turns to the MC and sits at the table in front of them*

MC: Well, I haven't adjusted to that schedule yet, so I think I can be forgiven.

Silas: Of course. I would't dare blame you.

MC: Did you dream about anything?

Silas: *Stayed silent for a bit* Uh...

MC: *Feigns concern* Is something wrong? Was it about me?

Silas: *Lies through his smile* Of course it was about you. From now on, you're the only one allowed in my dreams!

MC: Okay, so what exactly did you dream about? *Sips their morning tea*

Silas: You and I were sitting on a roof, watching...

[He rambled a lot of his lies, ones out of the kindness of his heart while the MC tolerated through the incessant blabbering. Then, Silas almost forgot about the pancakes on the stove and rushes back over to them. Suddenly, they remember to call Grandpa this morning.]

MC: Excuse me, I gotta take a quick call. *Gets up from the table*

[They hurried upstair to their room for better privacy to call their grandfather.]

MC: *Calls him* Hey, good morning, Grandpa.

Grandpa: "Morning??? It's already noon! Almost evening!"

MC: Pfft! Sorry, haven't adjusted the schedule yet. How are you feeling?

Grandpa: "I'm getting back to normal. I'll be back on the farm soon. Tell the cows I miss them."

MC: *Sighs with a smile* I'll make sure to tell them, but I'm not sure they'll listen to me.

Grandpa: "How are you doing over there? Is Kyle with you?"

MC: Uh, no. It's Silas. You know him, right?

Grandpa: "Silas? Why is he with you?"

MC: *Looks back at their bedroom door if he was listening* Well, he found out I came back, and we became friends again.

Grandpa: "I didn't think you'd become friends. You used to avoid him when you were kids."

MC: *Quirks up a brow* Is that so? We seem to be getting along pretty well.

Grandpa: "I'm sure of it."

MC: *Their expression darkened and their tone shifted* I knew it. I'll call you back later. Get well soon. Love you. *Hangs up*

[They come back down, acting as nothing terrible happened. Both Silas and the MC finished breakfast, then started the farm chores.]

[TIME SKIP (Because I want to torment the bastard already!)]

Silas: *Gasps as he sits up in cold sweat*

[Silas had a nightmare of that summer where he almost killed his beloved. In the nightmare, he was a kid again. He saw the MC as one as well. Relieved at first to see them again, but then felt as if he can’t control himself, his body forced him to choking them back at that exact barn all those years ago. Looking down was their lifeless, pale body, their neck bruised and Silas’ hands were covered in bloody scratches caused by their attempt to escape. Then, the hollow eyes darted to his direction. The body, now stood back up, neck snapped to the side and glared at him, pointed their finger at the one responsible for the untimely death. “This is your fault!” Now, back to reality, Silas was feeling his side where his crush slept. They were not beside him. He panicked and hurried off the bed to go look for them. As he rushed downstairs, Silas finds them in the kitchen. They were getting some water.]

Silas: *Sighs in relief* Thank god. *Comes over and hugs them*

MC: *Surprised by his actions* Silas? What happened?

Silas: I thought something...I had the worst nightmare in a long time.

MC: Silas, you wanna talk about it?

Silas: *Nods* Not now. I just...Need you, in my arms.

[They stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment.]

MC: Silas...

Silas: Hm?

MC: I know about the pears.

Silas: *Freezes in his place* What? You knew?

MC: Silas, you were trying to kill my grandpa. Why?

Silas: *Looks at them* I-I can explain.

MC: *Harshly pushes him off themselves* Explain why you tried to kill one of the few people I loved and cared for. What were you planning to do to me if he actually died?

Silas: *Anxiously shaking* I…

MC: *Puts their hand up* Save it. I’m calling the police. *Whips out their phone* Bet you even lied enough to me to trust your pathetic ass-

[Silas lunges at them. They fall back against the tiled flooring as the phone was knocked out of their hand, far out of reach. The two wrestled and scrapping each other. Silas can't believe they were strong enough to defend themselves. The MC had to trap him between their thighs, almost suffocating him into unconsciousness.]

Silas: *Smacking their thighs to breath*

MC: *Crawling over to reach their phone back* Almost…

Silas: *Bites their thigh hard*

MC: AHH! *Releases him*

Silas: *Gasps* *Coughs*

MC: *Inspects their wound* Blood…You bit me, asshole!

Silas: *Breathing hard* You…almost… *Gulps* …Choked me.

MC: Oh, like you did to me back then.

[Gas to a fire, the mention of the worst memory caused Silas to leap over at them and pin their body against the floor. Beneath him, they tried to loosen themselves out of his grasp but he tightened his hold.]

MC: *Winces* Ow! Silas!

Silas: I’m not letting you go! I’m never letting you leave me again! I tried everything to keep you by my side. I just…

[He started tearing, while distracted, they were able to slip one hand out.]

MC: *Punches Silas and escapes underneath him*

Silas: Ack! *Holds his nose*

[Blood trickled down, staining his hand and little drips fell on the tiles. It fueled Silas’ anger and glared up at them. Without a moment to catch a breath as they grabbed their phone, he tackles them to the living room, crashing through a coffee table.]

MC: *Winces* *Holding their side* I think you broke my ribs…Fuck… *Struggles to stand back up and still has their phone* I’m still getting you arrested.

Silas: … *Yanks them back down*

[The two scuffled again and Silas pulls out his knife. The tip of the blade barely touched their chest.]

MC: Whoa, hey! Silas, put the knife away.

Silas: *Glaring down at them* Why should I? You would just call police right away.

MC: *Stares at his arm and knife in hand* You're right, I would call the authorities that a lovesick farmer-boy who should've gotten help almost killed me. *Grabs his wrist*

Silas: Hey!

[They wrestled out as the MC almost redirects the tip away. However...]

SNAP!!!

MC: AHH!!! *Kicks him off*

Silas: *Flops back and bumps his shoulder*

MC: *Examines their injury* You broke my fucking arm! You psycho! *Tries to get back up*

[However, Silas beat them to it. He forces them back on the floor and his hands now wrapped around their neck. Crushing their airway as they choked, thrashing their remaining limbs around and their only good arm reaches back to Silas as they tried to choke him back. Then, another bony snap echoed througout the living room and the rest of the house. The MC became paralyzed. With his knife placing back to their chest...]

Silas: *Tearing once more* You made me do this...

[Then, the blade plunges into their chest. Looking over their body as their lifeless eyes stared back at him. Like from the nightmare he dreamt...Silas barely paid attention to the eyes following him.]

"Foolish."

[A tendril protuded through the MC's figure, it pulls out the knife from their chest and tossed away somewhere.]

Silas: *Shocked from witnessing the moment* Ah...

[Play "E̴̠͈͐̃l̴̢̦̽͝d̶͖̒r̷͕̂i̵̗̋t̶̺̩̅c̷̼͊h̶̜̪͌͘ ̵̡͕̔̏H̷͖͈͂ỏ̵̧̒ṟ̷̅r̷̼͖̔̅ò̵̤r̷̩̝̅̇ ̸̩̓́Ṯ̷̇͗r̵͉̅͝â̶̡͎̊c̶̥͝ǩ̴͓̝̽"]

[Dark fluid stained the blade as it was tossed aside by their protuding tendril. Oozed out of the wound, bubbling air pockets as the flesh intertwined back together, healing itself without a scar, a trace to be noticable. They sit up and sounds of bones cracking, popping back in the original places. One dislocation has to recorrected, the C1 Atlas back to the C2 Axis in the cervical section. Silas fell silent while watching in horror, witnessing the body of his beloved being repaired and it looks straight at the young man with hollow eyes.]

MC: What? You expect a l͌ìf̵e̜lͪe͟s̸̉s̱ c͎or̷p̜͆s̵e̴̪ by now?

Silas: I... *Rushes over to grab his knife*

MC: *Swings their tendril at him*

Silas: *Shot back from the impact and falls to the floor*

MC: *Captures him in more tendrils* Ah, it's becoming too hard to pretend being human. Especially towards you. *Lifts him off the floor mid-air*

Silas: *Struggles to escape* Let go of me! What did you do to [Y/N]!? What even are you?

MC: *Brings him closer to their face and looks at him directly in his eyes* I'm sometimes called "The Void Unending" or "The Abomination". I'm quite well known for the second one.

Silas: What did you do to [Y/N]?

MC: Oh, your childhood crush? They died on their way to the hospital when you hurt them all those years ago.

Silas: *Shocked by the revelation* What…?

MC: I took over their role as a way to feed off their parents’ overwhelming emotions. However, I started p̥i̷͓t̷ͯyi̷̥͆n̴̲g̴͉ them for acting like their deceased offspring. They can’t tell the difference as the years passed, assuming the a҉m̃n͈ͧȅs҉̻i̶a̵̠͛ changed their whole being.

Silas: *In disbelief* No...That means they're gone...

MC: That is true, though I still retain their memories. All the way up to that exact summer they feared you. You are one messed-up little boy. *Pokes at his forehead*

Silas: *Growled at them with a glare* If you're some monster that can heal their own body, did you also caused my nightmares?

MC: *Shrugs at him* I cannot lie about that part. I conjured up those nightmares to really elevate your unstable emotions.

Silas: *Tightens his fists that knuckles turned pale* What are you after, then?

MC: Well…Your energy source, of course. From tasting the emotions, you harbor so much p҉a̺s̾s̴̢i̵̙̽o̟n̴̂ for this crush of yours. Of course, the negative emotions after finding out I'm not truly "[Y/N]".

Silas: Don't say their name! You don't deserve that name...

MC: Oh, wow. That amped up the turmoil.

Silas: *Breathing hard to calm down* ...How did you find them, my sweet [Y/N]?

MC: I found the poor little kid lying in the hospital bed. We, beings don't possess humans like what you think of demons or ghosts. It takes as a certain bond, a parasitic symbiosis is what many would call it.

Silas: *Feeling sudden dread* So...They're not coming back.

MC: Best case scenario…I’ll keep playing pretend to be your childhood sweetheart for your own sick fantasies while I feed off you. Clear?

Silas: *Angry* I would never deal with someone like you.

MC: Fine. Have it your way, unless you experience the madness I'll unlease upon your being and the rest of the village. Especially your kind mother.

Silas: *Jolted from the mention of his mom* You wouldn't dare.

MC: Unless you accept the arrangement, I'll leave your only family alone.

[No other choices left and facing against an ungodly being of pure madness, Silas accepted the long-term situationship. His fate is now sealed to feed the Eldritch entity that wears the face of the one who he should've actually cared for.]

[Yanderes should fear the incomprehension outside of their realities…Also, Silas, get fucking therapy after what you did to your “crush”.]

Did you really have to kiss him!? On the cheek sure but still!

It didn’t take long at all before his side of the bed finally dipped under a weight. All your racing thoughts came to a sudden stop.

The room was lit up slightly by the glow of the moonlight, spilling through your window and illuminating just enough of the room for you to imagine what the layout looked like.

You waited for a second before finally turning your head to look at him, and when you did, Silas had already settled onto his side. One arm was tucked beneat his head as he looked at you with a small smile. There wasn’t anywhere else for you to look aside from his eyes.

The bed felt even smaller than before, so much so that you could feel Silas’s breath on you. You placed your arm in between you two, not knowing if you should reach for him or anything.

For a second you both lay there staring before breaking out in giggles.

“For some reason,” He began between soft chuckles. “I just remembered the time we went camping for a few days and forgot to tell any adults.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “We really did that?? How could we forget to tell anyone?”

“Because we were too excited about the idea of camping.” Even so, imagining yourself as a ten year old going off to the woods to spend a few nights camping was hard. Especially when the woods around looked scary after dark.

It felt strange. Not because, in all honesty of the fact that it sounded impossible, but because you couldn’t remember a single part of it.

“And nobody looked for us?” You tilt an eyebrow up.

“Of course they did. The whole village was turned upside down.”

You hummed and smiled despite yourself, wishing you could add more to the memory. That must have been the one thing Kyle told you about when you came back. At least it matches up.

“..Are you still scared after falling into the water?” He suddenly asked when you were silent for a second too long. It made you look away for a second, heat dancing along your cheeks. The fact that you were caught off guard was still fresh, but you were ready to let go of the embarrassment now.

“It’s getting better..” Better because you weren’t near the creek anyway.

Silas’s gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, now looking concerned. “But your bottom lip is trembling..”

It was, but you don’t know if it was because of the fall or because Silas was so close that you could basically breathe him in.

You shake your head to placate him. “It’s fine. It happens.”

A small silence settled between you again.

Suddenly, he inched himself closer, testing your facial expression to see if you’d protest or push him away. He inched another when you didn’t say anything.

Then, he came close. So close that you could see Silas’s individual lashes as they brush over the warm freckles on his cheeks, the bump of the scar on his chin, the even smaller one on his cheek, the small bleached spots of his hair from when he was probably out in the sun. At first you thought he came close just to hold you and ease your anxieties. Right now, however, he was so close that you couldn’t help but think that he’d actually kiss you.

And you’re not sure what you would do if he doesn’t. Because right now, you can’t think about anything else other than that.

You don’t do anything.

He does it for you.

Silas leans his face into yours, gently slotting his lips over your eager ones as his hand reached over to hold your jaw in his hold with astonishing gentleness. Your lashes flutter to a close upon instinct.

Heat so hot that it made you sweat was now rushing down to your shoulders like a wildfire. Your breathing was shot and inhaling felt like it was a disruption to what you were doing.

You share a sweet peck, then another, then another, before the seam of your lips parted and the taste of Silas’s mouth was flowing into yours. Your breathing shudders but you don’t pull away. The bed suddenly creaked as you move closer to him, so close that your body was almost flush against his; your chest brushing against his and your legs almost tangling together.

The kiss was wet and filthy, nothing like who Silas was. Silas who was sweet and careful, if not a little pushy and confusing, was different from this Silas who was needy and demanding.

Actually, all those things may have been true at once, he just chooses when to show them to you.

A quiet moan erupts from his throat while a small whine came from yours. The hand that was holding your jaw moved down your cold arm, to your waist, before settling on your hips. He gave your waist a squeeze, earning himself a jolt in surprise and a louder sweet sound from your vocal cords.

It encouraged him to take it a step further. His hands dipped under your shirt, dragging his palm all over your warm skin until it settled on your sensitive side. The contact made your thighs press together.

Your mind was swirling, your body was buzzing with sensations that were wholly unfamiliar but were somehow becoming quickly addicting.

When the slick sensation of his tongue dragged along your bottom lip, you didn’t hesitate to increase the gap of your lips. The wet appendage is welcomed and quickly filled the empty space of your mouth, amping the filthy wetness of the feeling. Your hand snakes up to his chest, gripping onto the cloth of his shirt.

You could feel his desperate emotions in every move of his lips and every desperate drag of his tongue along yours. It was as if he was devouring you, taking in everything you were offering and edging for even more than that.

Eventually, you needed to take a proper breath.

You pulled away first, only managing an inch away as you sucked a sharp breath in and breathed back out. Your eyes tracked down to his lips, feeling a certain way when you notice a string of saliva connecting both of your lips before breaking.

You could still taste the addictive taste of him, and you would’ve gone for more had he not spoken another word.

“I love you so much..” Silas whispered in a tone so delicate you almost couldn’t hear him over the crickets outside. Your heart stuttered in its pulse.

When his hand ghosted over your waist a bit too high, just below your breast, the thought suddenly came more alive.

Ah, you guys were really going there.

You didn’t mind; actually, you were more than eager despite your inexperience. A deep ache had settled over the spot between your thighs, so persistent and pulsating that it was starting to hurt. 

When you had moved your body a little, you were stunned to find out that you weren’t the only one so deeply affected by this.

Evidenced by the hardness poking at your lower belly.

Silas suddenly jumped out of the bed so quickly you thought he was pulled back by something strong, landing hard on the wooden floors you were afraid something broke. His bones or the floor, you were hoping it was neither.

“Silas!” You shout as you crawled over to the edge of the bed so quickly that the blankets tangled around your legs. Leaning over, you find the brunette sprawled awkwardly on the floor with his eyes staring straight up at you. His chest was going up and down unevenly and his face was practically red. “Are you okay?” You reach a hand down for him in an effort to help pull him back up.

For a minute he’s only quiet. Thankfully he takes it, but he immediately bolted for the stairs with speed so quick it looked like he teleported.

“I-I’m fine–!" You gape when he missed the first step. Luckily he managed to catch himself.

“I just need to go to the bathroom real quick. I uh..” He was already three steps down, wild eyes looking between the last step and back to you frazzled on the bed. “I just need to wash my–” He gestured vaguely at himself, his face somehow managing to grow even redder.

“My-My—” His hand flailed helplessly. “—face!”

“I-I’ll be a while so,” He disappeared over the stair railings. “so don’t wait up for me, goodnight!”

The sound of a door, presumably the bathroom door, slamming shut was the end of it, and the sound of the night slowly creeped back in.

You slowly turn to your back in disbelief, your gaze returning to the very interesting ceiling overhead. A cold heat creeped into your face, a different sort from the pleasant heat you shared with Silas not even 5 minutes beforehand.

Did that actually happen?

You raised your fingertips to your lips and found that they were still so warm.

You hid into the blankets in an attempt to run away, pressing your palms to your burning face and groaning right into them. The restless feeling in between your legs had settled abruptly, leaving only the slick feeling of another sort of wetness dragging along your thighs.

How you managed to get this riled up over a kiss was damn embarrassing. Feeling disappointed that it didn’t go anywhere else was even more so.

Whatever!!