I'm glad so far i have been able to enjoy lads gameplay and the fanfiction from the community. I think making stories with your favorite characters that explore your fears, insecurities, and your shame, is very interesting.
But after the influx of players from the US, the lads fandom has become saturated with players that hate any kind of taboo topic or story.
Just to pin this on my profile: this blog is for adults and not for minors. My writings may contain nsfw, dubcon, and beyond.
Plug!Sylus as a sexy older man that pulls up late at night for a drop off and finds out you don't know how to inhale correctly when he gives you free prerolls. You get annoyed when it seemed like he was just nitpicking your technique. But before you knew it, he was shotgunnning smoke directly into your mouth, forcing you to learn how to inhale correctly.
"To think you've been wasting product this whole time..."
The amount he administered made your vision blur. You could only focus on the feeling of his lips against yours as he exhaled into your mouth. He kept direct eye contact as he did this, but you were too caught off guard to think about averting your gaze. Eventually, he pulled away.
"How cute," he said, a satisfied smile plastered across his face.
You took a deep breath, but the air was too thick with residual smoke that your head just got more muddled. Your body began to relax at a much faster pace than it did when you smoked alone. All of your bones and muscles felt like they were melding together as you sunk into the leather upholstery. "What the fuck..." you whispered, not really sure how else to react to the feeling.
"You're feeling it?"
You turned to see Sylus sitting in the drivers seat, staring you down with steady eyes. You nodded, this time your eyes flicking down towards the gearshift to avoid him. "Mm."
Sylus always being considered a dark, mysterious person but maybe it was once his desire to be seen as a princely gentleman figure and time after time he is disappointed when partners expect him to be an intense sexual dominant. He had never wanted to be violent but if it's your desire, he is willing to do anything even if he doesn't really want to. Is this really what everyone sees in him?
Not to be that person... but to me, the slow transition of Sylus cards towards marriage themes and concepts makes me sad thinking about how he was never fated to have a "happily ever after" with her
There aren't any real downsides to having a baby with Sylus. (Cw: angst)
What were you so worried about? Having a baby with Sylus would probably be no sweat. He was a good, stable man that wouldn't hesitate in being an active provider for you and the child. Most would jump at the opportunity to lock this kind of man down.
Although his occupation was often dangerous and unpredictable, he had always promised to wash his hands of business when he came home to you at the end of the day. You had told him you wanted to see these things - you didn't want him to keep the severity of his job a secret from you. But if you requested it, you would never have to see him come home all roughed up and bloody. You were certain this would extend to a child.
There was nothing you couldn't ask of him. He wanted his partner and child to be happy and would do everything in his power to ensure this. A perfect father - a perfect family man.
The only problem with having a baby with Sylus, was that you were the one having the baby with him.
Your gut told you that having a baby with him was a bad idea. Something about it was terribly wrong.
Sylus would make pregnancy a breeze for you. He would probably manage it with such seriousness, it could be confused with one of his business ventures.
He would have the best hospital along with the best doctors and nurses on staff. He would spend time collaborating with them, as well as everyone else in his home, to ensure your full safety and comfort.
You would have a security detail following you around, a driver to take you wherever you wanted to go, the twins if you needed company. You could've already had all of these things if you requested it, but approaching fatherhood made Sylus proactive.
The head chef would provide three well-balanced meals, someone would fetch you specific cravings, someone else would deliver your daily supplements, someone else would come by to make sure you had some light exercise to make delivery much easier later. There was someone to manage every single thing about the pregnancy so that you didn't have to.
With everyone at your beck and call, you would be like a princess.
So how is it that you felt more like a prized cow?
There was that feeling. The anxiety would grow day by day and you wouldn't know how to show it to Sylus. You were sure that as the pregnancy progressed, you would become more reserved. You spoke less and less. Your gaze would grow distant and glassy. At some point, you would just be playing a waiting game.
Inside you, there was a child. If it only carried traits from Sylus, you think you could be happy. But the child had your genes too. Not only appearance, but also your mind and your heart.
You and Sylus could not be more different. He was strong and capable. You were weak, physically and spiritually. You were a sorry excuse for his partner. When you told him you were pregnant, you were afraid.
Not because he would deny responsibility, but that he would step into this new role. With effortless grace, he would become the head of a family. And you?
You would not be a good mother. You would ruin them, cursing them with the illnesses in your DNA. You would think about this constantly.
Even while you are pregnant, you were not being a good mother by feeling this way. The baby could sense it in your blood, the heightened emotion. The depression and the fear embedded in your blood courses through its growing body.
From the womb, they had learned this feeling. This child would always feel guilty for being alive and not understand that it's in their blood, a transfusion directly from their mother. And Sylus was none the wiser.
Although this melancholy was obvious during pregnancy, everyone understood your horomones were to blame. If you were in a state of depression right now, you would be much better after the child is born. But would you?
Could you raise this child happily? It was good to be expressive with babies. But if you smiled at the child as you played with them, couldn't they tell it was a farce?
Couldn't they see in your eyes that you were unhappy? You wouldn't hate the child, but they would be a source of great anxiety for you. When you looked upon them every day, it was a reminder, a question: will you do right by me?
However, Sylus would love this child. His family would be the source of his joy. He would put his everything into being a good father and partner. He will parent out of genuine love, and you will parent out of fear.
No, it's not a good idea to have a child with Sylus. Not if it's with you, at least.
Xavier AU where he gains an online following for slime videos but he doesn't know that all of his followers are following him because of the boyfriend fantasy fueled by his insanely hot hands that contrast with the sweet voice thanking everyone for watching every day
Sylus getting tipsy and a bit affectionate when you bring him to your family's place for the holidays
Your family had set you and Sylus up in your old childhood bedroom, but you knew it wouldn't be comfortable with the both of you on your old twin mattress.
You turned in first, completely drained from the festivities that night. Sylus had stayed out in the living area, stuck in a game of cards with some of your relatives. You heard them through the wall, all laughing and drinking to their hearts' content as you got settled into bed with your book.
When Sylus had finally gotten away, he flopped face first onto your tiny bed and pressed his nose against the duvet covering your stomach. "I've been robbed."
You scoffed without looking down at him. "I told you."
Sylus shifted his head and you felt his eyes on you. After a moment, you finally returned his look and raised your eyebrows to welcome his conversation. The warm glow of your beside lamp reflected against his eyes. "I love you."
You snorted and turned back to your reading. But his hands wandered towards your sides and you yelped at the cold fingers slipping under your sweater. "Sylus!"
The book in your hands had been set aside as you struggled to get his hands away from you. It only made him try harder. It was the only way he knew how to plead to you. This is what that meant: pay attention to me, please.
After a fit of giggles that left you out of breath and locked in his grip, you let yourself look at him again. His eyes were softened by a smile spread across his lips. It wasn't a good look, not to you. You knew that meant something serious.
"You promised," you began. "That you'd be good if I let you come."
"When have I misbehaved?"
"Right now." You paused, eyes studying his expression to confirm your suspicion. "You're being weird about this."
His laugh, all warm and sweet, rippled through his chest and transferred its soothing vibrations to your body. "Is that right?"
When he finished laughing, he continued to gaze upon you wrapped in warm light as you laid comfortably in bed. Maybe it was the alcohol making its course through his system, but it felt like a dream.
"But it's true. I love you."
"Go to sleep."
He let his head fall onto your stomach once more and he closed his eyes with a deep sigh. "I love you," he murmured.
(Toxic depiction of sex, bdsm/subspace, and mental health issues. minors dni)
I've seen a number of writers putting sylus in bdsm situations where he is "punishing" you and while I do think that he can be dominant, kinky, and even a brat tamer, I also think he would be very strict that bdsm play requires a lot of trust.
Imagine youre utilizing sex as self harm and whenever you're in a low mental state you come onto him strongly and you act like even more of a "brat", expecting him to punish you using sex and make use of your body for his pleasure, with no regard for your feelings. You want him to make it hurt - you want that pain to mean something. You think that this pain is worth it because at least someone was getting pleasure out of it.
What you hadn't realized is that he could tell that's what you wanted. It hurt him. He felt deceived.
So he doesn't do what you wanted. He withholds sex from you. Tells you your punishment is to not have sex and to not get off until you were a good girl again. Weeks go by. You cry, you scream, you shout, you act out in any way you can - but nothing gets him to budge. He won't let you get a rise out of him just because you wanted to be punished. You weren't the one to decide whether you would get punished or not. That's not how it works. He won't have sex with you.
So you're forced to be agreeable for him. You silently sink like putty into his arms one night and he brushes your hair away from your face as his gaze grows soft on you. "Are you a good girl?" he asks. You nod slowly, then see as a small smile forms on his lips. "Good. Now tell me what's going on."
I want to expand on this as an ao3 fic eventually . I want to write about the dom/sub/brat/tamer dynamics having to do with the dom controlling the sub's lifestyle.
Imagine you are not good at taking care of yourself- you don't eat three nutritious meals a day, you don't keep yourself hydrated, you don't get enough sleep, etc etc. - and these are all met with punishment. Why punish you for such trivial things?
Because ultimately, your relationship is about trust. You're supposed to let him take the lead- you're supposed to let him decide what's good for you. He knows there are times when the noise of your life is too much to focus on taking care of yourself.
It regulates your life. Whether in times of peace or stress, you have him to lean on. Though it seems harsh, he will resort to punishment if you're not living up to the standard. Punishments range from denying your request for dessert after dinner, to smacking your hands until they bleed, to making you strip naked and swim across a lake until you exhaust yourself enough to get a full night of sleep.
Sex is a bargaining chip, of course. But it was a matter of pleasure versus pain, and he utilizes both of these things to his advantage.
Sylus could never act in malice, at least not that you've seen. Everything, all of the control he held over you, was because he was obsessed with caring for you. This was where he got his pleasure from. To see you live well because of him... something about that fed his pride little by little. Although he may have been your dom, you were the one in possession of him.
(Toxic depiction of sex, bdsm/subspace, and mental health issues. minors dni)
I've seen a number of writers putting sylus in bdsm situations where he is "punishing" you and while I do think that he can be dominant, kinky, and even a brat tamer, I also think he would be very strict that bdsm play requires a lot of trust.
Imagine youre utilizing sex as self harm and whenever you're in a low mental state you come onto him strongly and you act like even more of a "brat", expecting him to punish you using sex and make use of your body for his pleasure, with no regard for your feelings. You want him to make it hurt - you want that pain to mean something. You think that this pain is worth it because at least someone was getting pleasure out of it.
What you hadn't realized is that he could tell that's what you wanted. It hurt him. He felt deceived.
So he doesn't do what you wanted. He withholds sex from you. Tells you your punishment is to not have sex and to not get off until you were a good girl again. Weeks go by. You cry, you scream, you shout, you act out in any way you can - but nothing gets him to budge. He won't let you get a rise out of him just because you wanted to be punished. You weren't the one to decide whether you would get punished or not. That's not how it works. He won't have sex with you.
So you're forced to be agreeable for him. You silently sink like putty into his arms one night and he brushes your hair away from your face as his gaze grows soft on you. "Are you a good girl?" he asks. You nod slowly, then see as a small smile forms on his lips. "Good. Now tell me what's going on."
Need to write a fucked up childhood friends to lovers sylus fic about meeting him at bible camp during the summers of your youth except it deals with trauma with religion and religious authority. The older the two of you two get, the more sylus rebels against religion and the more you're suffocated by it yada yada
Hasnt even been a few months and im already starting to not like tumblr as a place to write .. maybe i just dont like writing in this format.. might go back to ao3 .
Sylus becomes a regular at the cafe you work at and tips crazy amounts when you're on shift.
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Something was wrong with this man.
You weren't the kind of person to ask customers personal questions, nor were you the type to tell customers the truth if they asked about you. In food service, that's just how it's supposed to go.
Especially for regulars like Sylus, you forced yourself to ignore the darkening stains at the edges of his sleeve or the fresh scrapes on his cheekbones. You took his coffee order and then directed him to the other end of the counter where his drink would be ready and where another worker could strike up a conversation about what happened to him, but not you, never you.
He was a big tipper, but he never paid in cash. When he had just begun to come in consistently, your curiosity got the better of you and you looked through the payment history on the register to see his $100 tip on a $9 drink. It was obviously a mistake your manager would have to deal with later. The guy would call about the charge on his card anyways so you didn't bring it up. But there was no call. And then it kept happening. Whenever he came in, you checked his transaction information and shook your head.
You didn't know if it was generosity or if it was him continually making the same mistake unknowingly. In any case, it must've been nice to have so much money you didn't have to worry about it. But you figured his line of work wasn't very.. traditional, to put it delicately. You had a bad feeling about it, but it wasn't any of your business, so who cared.
"Your hands are red," he said one day. You were snapped out of your thoughts at his deviation from your usual routine with him. You looked down at your hands, which were indeed stained a faint orange-red.
That weekend, you decided to take on a pottery class on your own. You wanted to start a new hobby, but you were honestly terrible at it no matter how many hours you spent at the studio. The stains weren't intentional, though, and you almost forgot that they were there until he pointed it out.
"Oh," you said. "Don't worry, we wear gloves when we're handling food," you reassured him as you rang up his usual large, iced americano.
His laugh was warm and deep, something that made your skin prickle upon first hearing it. "I wasn't worried. I haven't had a bad experience here yet." He held his card against the payment dock and smiled as he tapped on the payment screen, all while resting his gaze on you.
You smiled at him politely. "We'll have it out for you on the other end."
His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he moved towards the other end of the counter like you instructed him so many times before. When you checked the transaction history at the end of your shift, the tip grew to $500.
You told your manager about it immediately, which prompted another useless attempt at trying to get into contact with Sylus. You left his tiny workspace and told your coworkers about the whole situation, much to their delight.
"Ah, I knew he would come in today," one of them said.
"He always comes when you're working," another added.
You rolled your eyes. "So is he stalking me?"
They all laughed. "If he is, can he stalk you more?"
"He only tips well when you're on shift."
You frowned at that. "What?"
They shrug collectively. "It's true. If it's someone else, he only tips a few dollars."
AU where Sylus has a large twitter following for nsfw. His bio reads "I like bringing women to orgasm. 35 years old. Height 188cm. Secret meeting form (x)".
When you came across his account, you couldn't help but smile at his biography. "How straightforward," you thought. But after an hour of scrolling through his media tab, you had to admit he was good... really good.
Each description was ordinary, things like, "20 something office worker I meet with sometimes. Reaching deeply, though it doesn't all fit" or "Mid-30s wife clenching tightly as I pull out". This wasn't the exaggerated copy you'd find on porn sites. He neither degraded his partners in the descriptions, nor did he raise himself up on a pedestal.
The women seemed to enjoy it - if them quivering and squirting all over the sheets by the end of each session was anything to go by.
His meeting form was a shiny beacon you itched to click. And eventually, your curiosity got the better of you. It asked basic things: your age, your sexual interests, your level of experience, your non-negotiables, how to contact you, and an optional picture of yourself. You filled out the whole thing and submitted it without a second thought.
There was a section where you could put additional notes, in which you put: "Want to lose my virginity."
You were already in your twenties and hadn't found the opportunity to lose your virginity in the midst of your education and work schedules. This was as good a way as any. And at least with this, you had a good chance of being satisfied with the experience.
But mostly, you were just doing it on a whim. You opted out of sending a picture of yourself, so you didn't really expect a response.
Surprisingly, one morning you received a message from him.
> Just received your inquiry. Are you free this weekend?
It wasn't even an introduction and it gave you much less to work on than you expected. You replied yes and set up to meet at a cafe closer to the city center. If he had ill intentions, you didn't really care.
It wasn't that you trusted him, you just didn't take the whole thing seriously. You expected him to reject the idea of sleeping with you immediately after seeing how you looked.
He was handsome, as you expected. Relaxed, but naturally put together. You were.... quite literally the opposite.
Sylus took his time letting his gaze linger on you from across the table. He smiled at you softly, though it made you a little uncomfortable. You looked at your watch.
"I should go."
"So soon? We just ordered."
You cleared your throat and forced yourself to look at the table separating the two of you. "I uh... didn't really expect to meet you. I just filled out the form for fun."
He laughed then, a sweet and warm laugh that made a warmth pool within your chest. "Really? It seemed serious."
You felt your face become warm with the embarrassment those words carried over. "Mm."
"If you don't want to do anything, it's fine." He paused when the waitress brought your drinks over. He took a sip of his black americano as the waitress left, then looked over at you once more. "I do take virgin requests quite seriously, though."
(Part 1 & 2 is sort of a prologue of) Finding the perfect woman for Sylus (Eventual nsfw, hurt/comfort?)
You were satisfied with the replacement you found Sylus.
Behind you was a beautiful woman. Long, shiny hair with perfectly set makeup and a stylish blouse and pants to pull it all together. Bright gold jewelry adorned her neck and ears, simple but effective enough in making her a glowing idol of grace and class. You didn't have to even tell her to dress this way, it was all natural. You couldn't help but smile as you led her into Sylus' home.
You had met her through work. She was in a different department and was much higher in authority than you and was well adjusted to a high quality of life. You had run into her at a work lunch and became good acquaintances after delving into personal matters and getting to her recent breakup. You said you knew someone that might match her.
So there you were, pouring her drinks in the middle of Sylus' living room as she studied the room around her. She asked what he did for a living so you said he was a businessman. She asked how you had the key to his house, you said you were old friends and that you watched his house sometimes when he was away on trips.
Would Sylus be pleased at this find? You knew there would be a hiccup in the initial acceptance, but you also knew that Sylus couldn't resist having his hands on beautiful things. How could he refuse? You were a good person to find someone to replace you. How could he be upset? He wouldn't have to go through the work himself after your term with him was over.
Sylus entered with a relaxed expression on his face. You smiled and stood, gesturing to the guest. "This is x."
Sylus turned towards her. "Pleased to meet you." He looked towards the open bottles of wine decorating the coffee table. "Are we celebrating?"
The woman spoke this time, "We met through work and well, your friend mentioned she wanted to introduce us."
His eyebrow quirked up. "Did she, now?" He chuckled and sat across from both of you. "I wonder why." Though his expression appeared to still be relaxed, you could see his smile was minutely stiffer than before. This was not good.
You tried not to stumble on your words, "I.. It seemed like a good idea since I feel like you two might share some interests."
His smile deepened as his gaze fixed directly on you, eyes boring into your resolve. "Oh? Such as..."
Your newfound friend had effectively saved you from him for the time being. She laughed, saying, "Well that takes the fun out of getting to know each other, don't you think?" She poured him a glass of wine. "We've invaded your collection of wine, but we're not heartless thieves. Come and drink some."
Sylus scoffed and accepted the glass, bringing it to his lips. "It's rude of me, but... After this glass, I'll have to ask you to leave."
Without flinching, the woman watched Sylus drink the whole glass without break, a composed smile on her face. As he was in the process of setting the glass back down, she was standing to leave.
"Wait-," you started, but she smiled at you and shook her head. She understood she must stand down for the night. Sylus was someone she knew not to press.
"It's fine," she reassured you and left without another word. You watched her back as she went towards the front door, feeling Sylus' eyes on you. Carefully, you turned your eyes towards him. He wasn't going to start the conversation.
"Did you... not like her or something?"
"Is that a joke?" His stillness was scarier than if he actually lashed out on you. It was like he was on the balls of his feet, ready to pounce at any second of weakness. You knew he would never have any kind of outburst, no matter how much you angered him. Still.. You had to steel yourself against it the pressure.
"What was wrong with her, then?"
"Sweetie, I'm not interested in polyamory."
You shifted in your seat. "I know that..."
"Is it because you want to explore-"
"No!" You huffed. "No, Sylus, I don't."
"Then what is this?"
Your eyes turned towards your half empty glass. "Did you really not think she was pretty?"
He stood and came closer to you. When standing right beside you, he towered over you. His hand slipped through your hair just above your ear, someplace he always touched to soothe you. "What is this about, sweetie..."
But how could you explain it to him? You knew your thought process winded through twists and turns and it may not have seemed coherent, but you knew you were doing the right thing.
Sylus was kissing you suddenly. He had sat beside you and pressed his lips against yours without you realizing it. You pushed at his chest and his eyes lingered on your lips now shiny with his saliva.
"You keep pushing me away lately," he said quietly.
"I'm not." His gaze was so intense, you were glad it didn't meet yours for the moment so you could brace yourself for when his eyes did flick up. He was checking something, trying to validate what you were saying with what was in your expression.
He scooped you up from the couch and carried you towards the bedroom. "Sylus-!" you yelped, feeling the release of gravity as you were lifted up. "Put me down- I can walk."
He didn't answer you, nor did he comply. He put you onto the bed and immediately had his lips on you again, this time with more force. It was hard to fight him, not because of his strength. It's just... he could be so convincing.
It was dangerous. You could feel the resolve in your brain unscrewing. It was as if his lips could instantly make your body switch gears. Your skin prickled as he deepened the kiss, the coolness of the bedsheets making your body tense at the sensation.
His hands roamed over your breasts, fingers deliberately rubbing against your hardening nipples. You tried to shift away, but he was too big. His body caged you in and kept you safe right underneath him.
"Sylus! Let go!" You said after he had broken your kiss. His body rumbled, almost as if he were a big cat purring against you. You supposed it was more like a growl, considering his teeth grazing against your neck.
"You're going to tell me what you're thinking first," he said lowly. His fingers continued to tease your nipples, toying at the hardened nub enough to make you squirm under him. "Tell me," he pressed.
"Sylus, please-"
"No." His fingers pinched, your nipple and you squealed. He rarely refused you when you asked for something. It was difficult when he put his foot down because how could you fight back? "Not until you tell me what's going on in there."
Karaoke iko/famiresu iko sylus au weird age gap mc teaching this older man in the mafia how to sing karaoke and he ghosts her for three years. Now she's in college meeting up with him every so often bc she never got over her crush on him but is too scared to say so. (His feelings are ambiguous)
