sylus who thinks you're really cute when you're sleepy enough to make you act a bit dazed and out of it!! his teasing voice and soft touches and the adoration and love in his eyes as he gazes down at you..,mgggdfggh
"Aw, baby," he coos as you climb into bed beside him, just barely having dragged yourself through your nighttime routine. You barely even notice his tone of voice, just nuzzling into his warm palm when he cups your face. "Are you sleepy? Hmmm?"
You nod, and he hums, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb. He studies your features for a few moments, watching as you start to doze off against his hand like a cat.
You fight off the urge to sleep in order to look up at him with half-open eyes and mumble something unintelligible, causing a smirk to grow on his face as he huffs out a laugh. "What was that, sweetie?"
You try to repeat yourself, but all that comes out of your lips is gibberish. Sylus chuckles, not bothering to ask a second time. He just threads his free hand beneath your (his) shirt to gently run his nails up and down your back. You sigh, melting at his touch and slumping forward.
"Mmm, come closer," he murmurs, and you obey, nuzzling into his chest. "Thaaat's it. Let me hold you."
He guides you to lie down with him, and you follow pliantly, already halfway to dreamland.
Family dinners were supposed to be wholesome. Safe. A chance to see grandma without him acting like the absolute menace he was.
Except he was. Of course he was.
He was seated right beside you, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter as he told one of his dumb DAA stories to grandma—about getting caught in the rain, about Gideon losing his footing during a drill—and all the while his free hand was under the tablecloth, two thick calloused fingers knuckle-deep inside your dripping cunt.
You’re sitting there, spine ramrod straight, lips pressed into a trembling smile as you stab at your food with your fork, praying no one notices the way your thighs are clamped tight around Caleb’s wrist.
“—oh yeah, and then Gideon totally slipped on his ass!” Caleb chuckles, his voice bright, goofy. He twists his fingers inside you at the same time, scissoring them open, curling them until your walls spasm around him. You jolt, nearly choke on air, and his eyes flick to you for just a second, smirk tugging at his lips before he looks back at grandma like nothing’s wrong.
You bite down on your lip so hard it almost bleeds, trying not to gasp, not to moan. Your face feels like it’s on fire.
“Sweetheart,” Grandma says sweetly, squinting at you, “you alright? You look a little flushed.”
“I—mmph— y-yeah! J-just the… food is hot,” you stammer, thighs shaking as Caleb crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur.
Caleb’s hand flexes against your thigh as he keeps fingering you ruthlessly under the table, his voice steady, innocent. “Aw, pipsqueak’s always sensitive, don’t mind her. Hey, gran, pass the potatoes, yeah?”
He’s evil. Evil.
And when you finally feel the coil snap, when your pussy clenches down on his fingers so tight you nearly see stars, Caleb just pats your thigh comfortingly like he’s doing you a favor, still chatting away with grandma about the weather.
the ageism in this fandom is actually insane because what do you mean “you’re 30+ and Caleb’s baby apple? wrap it up” ?????!!!!??? like excuse you, hello??? !!???!??!? so you’re telling me that in the next 8–9 years I’m magically expired and banned from enjoying my hobbies just because some newcomers decided there’s an age limit on fun?? genuinely screw you.
and who do you think is funding this game, huh? because it sure as hell isn’t minors or broke young adults. “i pay with my pocket money” okay? and? that’s not the flex you think it is. it’s mostly working adult women in their late 20s and 30s keeping this whole thing alive.
i love all my elder sisters who refuse to give up what they enjoy just because of some imaginary expiration date. there is no age limit on liking things. massive, massive respect to the women who are literally funding the game and helping other players reach their goals. you all deserve every good thing in the world, genuinely.
cw: age gap not specified, smut, super light bondage
imagine… 🫧💭
★ dilf!zayne who is the town’s beloved veterinarian. not only known for his valued care for all kinds of furry and scaly animals over the course of two decades, he’s also fawned over by many for being unfairly attractive for a man his age with such admirable intelligence.
nonchalant yet poised, zayne is someone many tend to adore. it’s an understandable reaction to someone like him and as expected, you weren’t immune to his blasé charm either. if only zayne had known though that the cute supermarket cashier he purposely avoids on his grocery trips, was going to frantically stumble her way into his clinic with a cat she’d found and become a distracting allurement all over again.
★ dilf!zayne is someone very disciplined. he’s been praised for such an attribute his entire life. parents, professors, and all kinds of strangers alike have never failed to remind him. it’s noticed and appreciated in how he professionally handles wary felines like the one you brought in and rowdy dogs that only obey the timbre of his patient yet authoritative tone.
so he doesn’t know if he should be impressed or nervous for how easily you seem to pry him out of that mold without even seeming to try.
★ dilf!zayne isn’t quite sure if you realize, but you’re a flirt—a dangerous one at that. because like everything else you seem to make him feel, you’re completely unaware that you’re evoking it—provoking him. it’s why he started getting distant when he found himself mindlessly reciprocating in your checkout line some time ago.
but all of it was innocent. harmless. in good fun. at least, that’s what he told himself.
★ dilf!zayne almost hates how easily you reduce him to pure desperation. you bite your lip in understanding and stare into his eyes as he explains what he’ll be able to do for the stray, unknowingly making him wonder if you’d let him do the same. you stand too close as he details the treatment she’ll receive, intoxicating him with your sweet perfume and eyes full of astonished relief. you speak to him so softly, clueless to the fact that you’re why his slacks grow tighter and tighter whenever you addressed him as dr. li.
★ dilf!zayne believes you’re too young—knows you’re too young for him. you seem like you’ve just started finally understanding what it takes to be an adult while he has so much experience on his belt that it’d make your little head spin.
but that’s what draws him to you like a starving fish to the most enticing bait.
what used to be him only seeing you across random aisles once in awhile, turned into zayne being forced to be in your proximity for two weeks straight as you visited like clockwork to check in on the cat you had him help you name.
in that time together, he’s studied you, observed you in selfish admiration. he’s grown to identify the unique inflections of your voice, learned the specific ways you prefer your sandwiches from the deli next door. but most importantly, he discovered that he wasn’t alone in the attraction he struggles to conceal.
★ dilf!zayne makes it a point to pay attention to what you like and ensures you have it. he noticed how much you stared when he’d roll his sleeves up to check on the animals. from that point forward, that was often how you saw him.
you complimented him in his glasses? he wore them more. told him you were impressed with how strong he was? he made sure to wear a dress shirt a size too small so you could see his muscles moving beneath with ease. promised that the gray throughout his raven hair made him even more handsome? he styled it in a way that made them more pronounced.
anything, all of it, was for and would continue to be for your gaze.
★ dilf!zayne knew that his resolve was bound to break. he just didn’t expect for it to happen this fast or in his office in the middle of the work day.
but you teased. you teased and prodded like you always do until he finally decided that you couldn’t get away with it anymore. in the blink of an eye, his large hand was braced beneath the underside of your jaw and his tongue was down you throat.
it was as if you could distinctly hear the ticking in his watch to be as loud as the beat of your frantic heart. and with his door now shut for much needed privacy, the older man takes in a sight he never thought he’d get to see—you bent over his desk with your skirt flipped up and damp blush pink panties at your ankles. he stood behind you as you bared yourself so readily for him, breathless and swaying your hips in anticipation for his touch.
“what shall i do with you, hm?” he spoke lowly, grabbing a handful of your ass and spreading you open to get a proper look at both your desperate holes. your shuddering whimpers and mumbled begging only made his cock ache more to be suffocated by what he already knew would do irreversible damage to him. “you want to be used, isn’t that right? need someone who knows what he’s doing to correct your petty behavior. nobody has been successful thus far, it seems. but tell me, do you believe you’re deserving of it?”
“i d-do,” you sniffled, driven to frustrated tears that you were still so empty. you gasped in delighted surprise as he brought your hands behind your back and felt the silk of his tie begin to be wrapped around your wrists. “p-pleasepleaseplease, dr. li. i swear i’ll be good, i p-promise i won’t—”
“zayne,” he corrects before tightening the knot. the sound soon after of his belt and zipper being undone makes your desperate pussy tighten. “when i fuck you, that’s what you call me. is that understood? or must i utilize more efficient methods to make sure that you do?”
★ dilf!zayne nearly loses all sense of control as he watches the fat mushroom tip of his cock be sucked in by your drooling cunt. he has to steady himself before attempting to go any further, glasses slowly falling down his nose bridge the more he stares down at how you seem to almost struggle to fit him.
“zayneeee,” you cry out meekly, trying to push back to make him stuff you all the way. god, the sounds from how soaked you are sends a shiver down his spine. “i c-can take it… please move zayne, p-please just do something…”
he wanted to regret this. he wanted to convince himself that he was crossing a line, that while it wasn’t wrong to be with someone much younger, it didn’t mean that he should be. but when you clenched around his dick and arched your back in acceptance to what he was giving you, zayne knew then that he couldn’t give a single fuck.
★ dilf!zayne ruins you. completely. but he can’t deny that the effect you have has proven to do the same to him.
he pistons his hips with a relentless effort that steals the air from your lungs each time his skin connects with yours. the heat of him against you and the way his cock takes up every bit of the space inside your body makes drool spill down your cheek pressed to the surface. hopefully the papers beneath weren’t of any importance.
“such a goddamn headache,” he grits out, fingers digging into your flesh to give himself more leverage to keep stretching you. it sends you reeling, and with every plap! plap! plap! of his balls to your clit, you knew there wasn’t anyone else to ever replace him. “you shouldn’t… f-fuck—ah—you shouldn’t feel this good…”
he’d never admit to you that it’s been awhile since he’d last been able to let off such… steam. but he didn’t have to when you can feel how deep he tries to dig in you, nearly reaching your stomach from his hushed urgency to release.
★ dilf!zayne needs to fill you up with his cum and doesn’t stop even when he does. he has to reach around and press his palm to your mouth to keep you from moaning too loud and risking his reputation, practice, and entire career with one orgasm.
“behave.” that’s your only warning. deep, serious, yet oddly fond.
it’s a miracle that you do—with his help, of course—keep your sounds down as he fucks his thick load into you. he tilts his head slightly with marveling lust as he holds onto your bound hands and watches his cum leak out to only get pushed back in when he surges forward slowly. all there is once the both of you are left with dizzying satisfaction is your breaths trying to settle.
“do you work tonight?” he inquired gently while adjusting his slightly fogged thin frames and undoing your constraints, still buried in your used pussy. there was an odd comfort he had there, one you didn’t intend to disrupt.
“mm-mm. not ‘till friday. why?”
“no reason. just i’d… appreciate seeing you outside of business hours.”
“awwww dr. li…” you cooed in a playful taunt. “is this your way of saying you like me?”
zayne huffs out a laugh. he does like you. a lot, in fact. and that just might be the beginning of his undoing.
a/n: the dilf saga continues… i miss zayne so fucking bad, it’s not even funny….
creds to @/thecutestgrotto for the gingham bows & @/asiatic-apple for the username banner!!
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