Early mornings in April provide perfect weather. The sun shines softly through the curtains, bathing your girlfriend in a gentle glow, her dark brown eyes even more beautiful than before.
Lying on your sides facing each other with mirrored smiles and bare skin is the best way to start any dayβsuddenly, all worries about work or life become unimportant. Just for a moment, a moment you wish was everlasting.
"Such a pretty girl," Emily softly mutters, her thumb caressing the warm skin of your cheek ever so gently. She admires you, relaxing in her favorite place before rejoining society.
The profound expression of love in such a simple act is overwhelming. It embodies true, unconditional love.
Overwhelmed by emotion and love, you miss Emilyβs voice when she speaks. A gentle tap on your temple brings you back to reality. "Sweetheart," Emily says. "Hi." You respond, looking back into her eyes.
The smile you get makes your heart skip a beat and makes you feel warm all over. Itβs that perfect moment when you know youβre seen and appreciated.
"Hi," She chuckles, fingers still caressing your skin before letting out a sigh. "I need to get ready for work, honey." Emily presses a kiss to your lips before unraveling herself from the bedsheets and disappearing into the bathroom.
Even though he appears confident, genuine compliments can fluster him. When someone tells him he's handsome or expresses pride in him, he is often left momentarily speechless. This reaction surprises those who know him, as he usually carries himself with an air of self-assurance. However, beneath that exterior, he values others' opinions deeply, making their kind words not just heartwarming but also a bit overwhelming. In those brief moments of silence, his mind races as he searches for the right words to respond.
RE4!Leon, who watches you from afar.
In any setting, whether it's a formal event or a casual trip to the grocery store, Leon's eyes are always on you. After sacrificing so much of himself for his job, the last thing he wants is to lose the part of himself that matters most: you. He understands that true fulfillment lies not in his career,Β but in the moments he shares with you.Β Every glance is a reminder that you're his priority, the anchor that keeps him grounded amidst the chaos of life.
RE4!Leon, who is scared of starting a family.
When Leon was younger and first met you, the instant connection with your family was enough to make him obsessed with starting his own. Initially. When everything went down in Spain, his desire for children started to dull and eventually dissipate entirely. Leon no longer sees himself as the family man he once did, now only a mess of nerves and suppressed anxiety. In his eyes, a man like him would never have what it takes to be a father.
RE4!Leon, who never forgets a date.
Leon keeps track of birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays in his internal calendar. You never have to worry about one of those awkward conversations because he forgot a special occasion. His thoughtfulness shows just how much he cares, making each celebration feel truly special. It's a comforting feeling to know that he cherishes these moments as much as you do. With Leon around, every milestone is honored and every memory treasured.
RE4!Leon, who's quick to get defensive.
A crowded bar, sticky chairs, and a man approaches you, drunk and inappropriate. "You're too pretty to be alone," he says, his hand brushing against you. You quickly scan for your boyfriend. Leon spots you and rushes over, yanking the man's hand away. "Keep your hands off her," he warns. The man raises his arms. "I was just being friendly," he says. Leon steps closer, his tone serious. "Friendly doesnβt mean touching someone without consent."
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RE4!Leon, who is extremely possessive.
He's had so many things taken from him, but he'll be damned if you're one of them. In public and in the bedroom, your eyes are to be on him, and only him. If putting a collar on you is something you'd be into, Leon absolutely would. Nothing flashy, just a small plaque placed elegantly around your neck with his name on it, 'property of' if he's feeling bold. If a collar is too much for you, his name or initial on a necklace is acceptable.
RE4!Leon, who pants.
Unlike when he was a young lad and would whimper like a puppy, pleasure paints itself on Leon's face like pain. Furrowed brows, lips, jaw, and teeth clenched, he breathes heavily through his nose. A particularly deep angle may cause his mouth to fall open, a soft "Hahβbabyβ" following.
RE4!Leon, who can be a bit of a pillow princess.
After all the hard work he's put in, Leon finds it difficult to muster the energy to engage intimately with his partner. The exhaustionΒ from his long day weighs heavily on him, making even the thoughtΒ of physical effort feel overwhelming. All he really needs is to lie down with his head on a pillow while his pretty girl strokes him just the way he likes.
RE4!Leon, whose dirty talk is elite.
We all know Leon has some of the corniest dad jokes. However, in the bedroom, his usual jocular attitude is replaced with a vocabulary that melts your brain the moment he opens his mouth. "You're so perfect, baby," or "Fuck, baby, I could stay buried in you all day," or my personal favorite, "Squeezing me so tight, pretty girl."
RE4!Leon, who'll fuck you hard after an argument.
He knows he messed up. Whatever he said to you, not that it matters, was enough to trigger the silent treatment. Unfortunately for him, spoken apologies are useless right now, only resulting in ignorance. Fortunately, though, he knows what will work. That's why Leon has you bent over the kitchen table, moaning his name and forgetting everything about what got you here in the first place.
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RE2!Leon who takes you out on a date after a long week at the station.
The kind of date that dissolves the tension in your shoulders. Romantic candlelit conversations with the man you love shared between glasses of wine. After such a hectic week at RPD, all Leon needs is to be around you. Flowers in hand and with a smile so tender it melts your heart, he gives you an offer you canβt refuse.
RE2!Leon whoβs mastered the art of giving.
Just got your period and are having the worst cramps of your life? Expect a bag filled with candy, chips, ibuprofen and the worldβs best boyfriend to be waiting for you, no questions asked.
RE2!Leon who canβt wait to meet your parents.
Dressed in his nicest clothes, Leon eagerly boasts about his excitement to meet his future in-laws. Never before have you had a boyfriend so invested in the people in your life, let alone your mother and father. Itβs a breath of fresh air, thatβs for sure.
RE2!Leon who loves to go to family events with you.
Family is a heavy topic for Leon. The loss of his parents left him broken and lost for a long time. But when he met you and instantly felt like he fit in as a part of the family, his trauma started to rewrite itself with new memories. Memories that include you, and just that alone fills Leon with joy.
RE2!Leon who makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.
The get-together was dull initially. Leonβs coworkers gathered around making you feel out of place. Slowly, conversations about football change to childhood memories. Leon shares an embarrassing story so stupid that it has everyone around in a fit of laughter. His cheeks turn red and he sheepishly takes another sip of his beer. I guess he wasnβt expecting that sort of reaction.
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RE2!Leon who was inexperienced when he first met you.
I wouldnβt say heβs a virgin. Kissing and brief sex in the back of his truck in high school is the extent of Leonβs sex life. Itβs his luck that you have enough experience under your belt to show him the reins.
RE2!Leon who whimpers.
Duuuhhhh. Known fact. If a thrust is particularly rough, a small whimper rings in your ear alongside his heavy breathing. Pleasure fills his brain and he speaks lowly, voice filled with need. βFeels so good, babeββ And before he can stop himself, βNnghhββ
RE2!Leon whoβll sit up at night secretly jerking off to the sound of your voice.
That little video you sent him of you getting ready for the day? Yeah, heβs playing it while his fist pumps his dick lazily. He speeds up when he sees you stand up and show the cute little dress you put on just for him. Just for him. Just for him. Just for hβ
RE2!Leon who begs.
βPlease, please! No more, pleaseββ Leon cries out as you fuck his dick with your hand until heβs in tears, only stopping when his cries turn to borderline screams. βYes! Yes, I am a good boy! Just for you, please..β he begs when you edge him to insanity.
RE2!Leon whoβs an eater.
On the floor and between your thighs is your favorite place to see him. The way his cheeks heat up with arousal, and his hips twitch while his tongue flicks your clit is a sight for sore eyes. Seeing Leonβs blown pupils bore into your eyes from below as he cleans you up, arms wrapped around your thighs, is enough to make you come again.
Warning(s): smut, face sitting, cunnilingus, age gap, brief obsessive ideologies, topics of financial instability
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It started like a normal date night: wineβthe expensive kindβand seemingly never-ending conversations about your personal lives. Normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was the relationship you shared. Unethical, some might say. Convenient, you and Emily would argue.
The steak you ordered was delicious. Not $70 delicious, but delicious nonetheless. Almost as much as the woman sitting across from you, salt and pepper curls sitting below her neckline and makeup done flawlessly, dressed so nicely it's almost surprising what she does for work. FBI, Emily once told you over the phone before meeting in person.
You're quick to notice the bags under her eyes, signifying her exhaustion. Long weeks full of death and stress do that to a person. Or it could be age, which she wears elegantly.
But now, that didn't matter. What mattered to both of you was the company you kept. No more lonely nights, restless sleep, empty pantries, silence unbroken. No more of that.
Just smooth sailing.
After the plates of too-expensive food are taken and Emily waits for the bill, you continue to talk. The conversation carries on for what feels like hoursβwords flowing together delightfully, making you wish you'd met this woman earlier than you had.
All you wanted to do all night was keep talking with Emilyβto learn about her. Her favorite color, where she grew up, her favorite ice cream flavor, herβ
"Alright, ladies, before I hand over the bill, are we ordering any dessert?" The waiter says with a kind and innocent smile. Emily looks at you for a moment, the sparkle in her eye silently telling a story that has you adjusting in your seat.
Emily shakes her head, her expression purposefully unreadable. "Not tonight," she looks at you from across the table again, "I have something very sweet waiting at home for me."
Emily pays; however, each word hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, leaving a bittersweet ache in the following silence.
ββ .β¦
"Fuuuck, holy shit!" a moan rips through your throat, loud enough to embarrass you if not for the arousal pumping in your bloodstream. The same arousal that makes equally disgusting sounds while being slurped up by the woman below you.
The whole act is intoxicating. Never before have you met a woman who made you scream this loud, who made you infatuated with her the second you met, who wanted to please you as much as you wanted to please her.
"Shit, ride my nose like that, baby," your hips circle around the tip of it, cutting off her air supply. Clearly, she could care less. "Yeahhh, just like that...good girl." Emily's tongue slides in and out of you, moans of her own following.
"Oh god, Emily, I'm gonna come!" Your hips grind down and buck into Emily's face, earning you a dark chuckle and a suck on your clit that makes you gasp louder. Her hands guide your hips over her face, nose hitting the same spot deliciously.
Between the grinding and pressure, you come undone on Emily's face, soaking her skin with your juices and tainting her for anyone else. Both of you gasp and moan in unison, and your knees nearly give out. Thankfully, the latch between your thighs is broken, and you crash onto the mattress face-first.
Despite your shared exhaustion, the question hangs in the air, warm and as sticky as your thighs and Emily's face. She looks at you with that same dangerous smirk.
Emily Prentiss is your motherβs best friend and coworker. Sheβs watched you grow up from a little girl to a young woman with nothing but maternal love for you in her heart.
Not anymore. Not since you turned eighteen and got bolder with your words and choices of clothing.
It doesnβt hit her all at once. Itβs gradual. Insidious.
The first time she notices is subtleβso subtle she almost dismisses it. Youβre standing in the doorway of your motherβs kitchen, backlit by the late afternoon sun, talking about something trivial. College, maybe. Or work. She isnβt listening.
Sheβs looking at you. Not the kid she remembers.
But you.
Grown. Confident in a way that wasnβt there before. Your voice steadier, your posture differentβless unsure, more certain. Thereβs something in your expression when you smile at her, something that lingers a second too long.
God.
That smile.
Sheβs in trouble.
Because she doesnβt see you as her best friendβs kid anymore. And that realization lands like a quiet, devastating truth she canβt outrun.
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βOh shit, Emily..!β a quiet, shrill moan muffled by a hand falls from your lips. Its counterpart pumps two fingers into your cunt roughly, curling to hit deep and make your vision blur with pleasure.
a groan from above pulls your eyes to lock the with culprits. Her eyes, dark and blown, bore into yours with an intensity that youβve never seen before. Not even when sheβd disciplined you as a kid.
Emily grunts, pumping her fingers into you at light speed, the sounds of your wetness obscene and vulgar.
βSuch a dirty girl, showing off this body to anyone thatβll look.β Her fingers curl, making your hips rut into the pleasure of the friction. βBut you wanted me to see, huh? Wanted me to fuck this greedy pussy?β
You moan, nodding eagerly as Emilyβs digits pounds into you. An especially loud, needy moan has Emily removing her palm from your mouth to strike you on the cheek in warning. Harsh but not painful. Pleasureful in fact. βShut the fuck up. We donβt want mommy dearest to walk in and see how much of a dirty slut her little girl is, do we?β
You shut up instantly, the white hot pleasure taking over your vision as Emily has you coming with a silent moan.
She removes her fingers from you soon after, wiping them on your bedding. With a glare, she walks away from you, her words unkind before she exits your bedroom.
β CEO!Agatha who hires you as her secretary only because she drove the others away with her demands.
β CEO!Agatha who stands tall and confident. She knows the effect she has on her employees, and it fuels her.
β CEO!Agatha who beckons you to her office to do even the smallest of tasks. She tells herself that she can't be bothered to do them herself, but in reality she just likes being near you.
"You. Yes, you." She crooks a manicured finger at you, sliding her mug across the desk. "Be a good girl and fill this up, will ya'?"
β CEO!Agatha who's perfume fills the entire building--spicy and intense--perfectly fit for a woman like her.
β CEO!Agatha who crumples up your carefully typed files. You stand at her desk looking perplexed and humiliated after being told it just wasn't good enough.
"This is a prestigious company, sweetheart. I don't have the fucking time for you to be writing shitty reports and weeping when I tell you to correct it. Wipe your tears and write it again."
β CEO!Agatha who secretly sneaks glances at you from behind the glass doors of her office. She'll never admit it, but she's taken a liking to you.
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β CEO!Agatha who pursues you after a company party. One too many glasses of champagne leads you both into her bedroom. She strips you slowly, telling you how gorgeous you are.
"Such a pretty girl." Agatha swoons, caressing your soft curves. "I'm glad I kept you."
β CEO!Agatha who orders expensive lingerie for you. When you first show her she groans, pulling you into a rough kiss.
β CEO!Agatha who shoves you under her desk while she works. She spreads her legs, making you get to 'work.'
"Mm, just like that.."
β CEO!Agatha who's an excellent dirty talker.
"Mhm..yeah? You were such a good girl for me today, weren't you? I think someone deserves a reward.."
β CEO!Agatha who has you warm her strap while she looks over reports and files. You squirm and writhe, but she simply ignores your pleas.
β CEO!Agatha who treats you like you're nothing under company hours, but the second the clock turns 7, she pounces.
"I've been craving this pretty pussy all day, sweetheart.."
β Meandomme!Regina who makes all the decisions. She's in charge of every aspect of your life, and makes sure its known.
"She'll have the salad." Regina glares at you from across the table at the fanciest restaurant in town..
β Meandomme!Regina who's organized and purposeful. Everything she does has a purpose. Every piece of furniture placed in her home was well thought out.
β Meandomme!Regina who only wears expensive, luxury brands. She won't be seen wearing anything less than the best.
β Meandomme!Regina who picks fun at everything you do. Remember that time you tripped and fell over? Regina's never gonna let you live it down.
"You're pathetic, honey. Get your head in the game before trying to act like you're more than that."
β Meandomme!Regina who gets pissed when she spots you wearing any of her clothes.
"Is that yours? No. Take it off."
β Meandomme!Regina who humiliates you in public. Seeing you flush in embarrassment brings the woman pleasure.
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β Meandomme!Regina who presses your face into her mattress, your moans muffled by her expensive sheets while she fucks her strap into you so hard your head spins.
β Meandomme!Regina who makes you ride her thigh as punishment. She sits back, not lifting a finger.
"Aww, poor baby needs help?" Regina coos, smiling wickedly. "That's too bad."
β Meandomme!Regina who wraps her hand around your throat and fucks you like the desperate slut you are.
β Meandomme!Regina who beckons you to her study to bend you over her desk and spank your ass until you're in tears.
"That's a good fucking girl. Take it like the whore you are."
β Meandomme!Regina who edges you. Seeing you overstimulated and trembling under her teasing gaze gets her off more than the act itself.
β Meandomme!Regina who makes you beg until you're writhing in anticipation. She'll make you do it again and again, claiming you weren't loud enough.
"I didn't hear you, speak up for me." You groan, raising your voice to choke out a weak plea. "What was that?"
Softdomme!Emily, whose eyes soften once she detects even the slightest bit of discomfort coming from you.
"It'll be okay, sweet girl."
Softdomme!Emily, who places a gentle hand on your back when youβre in public--unconsciously laying her claim.
Softdomme!Emily, who chooses what you order at dinner. She knows whatβs best for you, after all.
Softdomme!Emily, who spoils you rotten. Afterward, she demands that you model her purchase.
Emily manspreads at the edge of the bed, crooking a finger at you. Once youβre standing between her legs, her finger spins, signaling for you to do the same.
βGive me a show, sweetheart.β
Softdomme!Emily, who, if youβre running your mouth, shuts you up with an arch of her eyebrow. Works like a charm every time.
βUh-uh. Try again.β
Softdomme!Emily, who loves quiet weekend evenings spent with you and soft jazz in the background.
Softdomme!Emily who's yours, and yours only.
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Softdomme!Emily, who praises you profusely after letting her use you.
"You did so well for me, baby. Such a good girl for me, yeah?"
Softdomme!Emily, who rubs a thumb over your hip while you ride her strap, matte black, your tits bouncing with each hump and bounce.
Softdomme!Emily, who, while at work, demands pictures of your pretty body in the same lingerie she bought you the other day. She tells you exactly what poses to do--how to please her best.
"Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, baby."
When you send a photo back doing the exact pose, she responds immediately.
"Touch yourself. Record a video."
Softdomme!Emily who warships your body. Hands slide down curves, lips pepper along scalding-hot skin.
"Such a pretty girl.."
Softdomme!Emily, who has a glass of water and a clean towel on standby for when you're done.
Her gentle hands caress your sensitive body, efficiently cleaning the sticky mess in between your legs.
Softdomme!Emily, who sends you pictures of her at work, black lace bra pulled down to reveal a soft, full breast. Nipple taut and erect.
Softdomme!Emily, whose hand comes down on your ass with a loud crack as she pounds into you from behind. You yelp out, a long, loud cry of her name filling the room.
"Emily, fuck!"
She does it again, soothing the sting with soft caresses before coming back down. She knows what you can and can't handle.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who has immaculate taste and zero patience for flashy nonsense. Everything she buys you is understated, expensive, and built to last.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who never asks for gratitude. If you gush, she cuts you off with a dry: "You're welcome. Sit."
β Sugar mommy!Emily who likes seeing you safe, calm, and focused. That's her version of affection.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who plans dates that are low-key but intentional; quiet restaurants, dim lighting, places where she can watch you without interruption.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who corrects you gently but firmly in public--subtle hand on your back, a look that says "Behave." without words.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who's extremely protective. If someone disrespects you, she handles it privately and efficiently.
"Stay here while mommy deals with some business, sweetheart."
β Sugar mommy!Emily who enjoys mentoring you. Career advice, life advice, how to carry yourself with the level of confidence as her.
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β Sugar mommy!Emily whose dominance is quiet and controlled, never performative. She doesn't raise her voice--she lowers it.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who likes to be bitten and marked up. Slow kisses along her neck turn to bites she insists aren't painful enough for her.
"Harder." She breathes. "Bite."
β Sugar mommy!Emily whose quick to praise how perfect you're being for her.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who went feral the first time you referred to her as "Mommy."
β Sugar mommy!Emily who gets rougher with every whimper and cry. Your tears are fuel to her fire.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who slaps your cheeks when you get on your knees for her, gloating about how dumb you are for her.
"Mm. You're so dumb for your mommy, yeah? Gonna be a good girl for her?"
β Sugar mommy!Emily who spanks you ruthlessly when you've been especially naughty. By the end of the night, you're left with an ass that's raw and red.
β Sugar mommy!Emily who has a collection of dildos and toys to shove up your "perfect pussy." She sits back against the couch or headboard, watching you ride her, stretching yourself out.
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