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Synopsis: You'd been feeling insecure about your body for a while now. Your thoughts were always swarmed with negativity, and you just felt trapped. But your fiancé, Nanami Kento, sets you free.
CW: Body insecurity, Smut, Fingering, Orgasm, Sexual acts in front of a mirror (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.
You've realized you've developed a terrible habit.
You'd begun to stand in front of your mirror quite often, assessing your body. Eyeing your stretch marks and hip dips. The fat on your arms and the smallest imperfections of your skin.
You'd pouted at your reflection, poking at the marks and blemishes.
This habit wasn't something that'd gone unseen.
Your fiancé, Kento, always laid on your shared bed, watching you discreetly through the corner of his eye.
Those moments brought you to this very one.
You'd been staring at your reflection, touching the skin of your stomach, when your fiancé stepped up silently behind you.
You'd slightly jumped, about to step out of his way thinking he wanted to look in the mirror to, before he'd place his hands atop yours on your hips to keep you still.
You gasp at the feeling of his touch, glancing down at your hands.
Kento presses against you, his front flush against your back. His nose skims along the side of your face, his lips eventually reaching you ear.
"Look up..."
And when you do as he says, your breath hitches as you find his intense gaze burning into you through the mirror, his hands grazing your hips, to your belly, up to your breasts...
Your eyes glaze over, lust causing your bones to turn to jelly as you slump against him. "Kento..."
His body instantly responds to your voice, his hips grinding into you from behind.
"Don't look away."
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And that was how you found yourself in this moment, sat between your fiancé's wide legs, your own spread out as his fingers slide between your folds.
He'd moved the medium sized mirror, that was usually used for checking an outfit before leaving the house, to the front of your bed.
You're a moaning mess, mewling and shivering with every touch.
He slides his hand back and forth, slowly, teasing you with his fingers as his other hand fondles your left breast, twisting and pulling at your nipple.
You're soaked, core throbbing with need as Kento gently skims over your swollen ball of nerves.
He moans into your neck, resisting the urge to take you right then and there as you shift back and forth, trying to get him to touch you harder.
He'd yet to actually enter his fingers into you, instead palming around your hole like a curious cat.
You know he's more than familiar with your body, so you wished he'd just get to the point.
You whimper, leaning back against him and lifting your hips against his hand. "Kento... please..."
A small grunt escapes his throat, and you look up from his hand and into the mirror, eyes pleading as you and his eyes connected. His hair was messy, sweat making his arms glisten as he held himself back.
Your eyes travel along his muscles, veins popping beneath his skin. His jaw clenched tight, throat bobbing with a swallow of saliva. Heavy breathes left his lips as he held you tighter, pushing the limits of his arms to bring both of his hands to your aching core.
You mouth hung open. Kento looked up from your body and into the mirror, watching your reaction as he slid two fingers into you.
A light gasp left you, the feeling of relaxation coming over you, but you dared not look away. You kept eye contact with your fiancé as he slid in a third finger, his left hand coming beneath your left leg to hold it up and out of his picture-perfect view of you.
Your moans and whispers seemed to fuel him as he used the same hand, he fingered you with's palm to rub over your clit.
Your breath hissed through your teeth, jaw clenching from the stimulation. Your head feel back, falling on Kento's shoulder. A loud groan and silent prayer were all that was able to leave your lips before his teeth came in contact with your shoulder.
The sting of his bite jolted you right back up, gasping as Kento whispered in your ear, "I told you not to look away, Y/N.." His breath in your ear sent a shiver down your spine.
His hand picked up the pace, fingers slipping in and out of you with ease and at a speed your body just couldn't handle. Your whines and quiet begging for him to wait didn't seem to reach his ears, his eyes focused on the mess between your legs and seeing nothing else.
His fingers were just so long they repeatedly hit that sweet spot that makes you reach the stars.
And when Kento curled his fingers to massage against that spongy spot that hits you just right, the stars are exactly where you went.
He slowed down gradually and held your though your orgasm, whispering sweet praises as your legs shook and your eyes glossed over. His lips on you neck was the only thing that truly brought you back down to Earth.
You looked at yourself through the mirror, eyes half lidded and lips parted as you still panted a little. Kento pulled his hand out of your tired hole, drawing a soft sigh from you, and ran a hand down your body.
"Don't think bad about this beautiful body," He whispered with a smile and relaxed eyes. "It hurts me too, because I treasure it so much."
You both know Katsuki can be possessive over you. He doesn’t let anyone even get close to flirting with you. Katsuki had his fair share of chasing people away from you. But you haven’t really been around to see anyone try coming onto Katsuki.
Until today.
It was just a normal day.
You’d both had the day off, so you thought a trip to the mall was much overdue. You missed just relaxing with your husband with no worries and simply window shopping with him nagging about financial decisions in your ear.
And it’d been just that… until it wasn’t.
Katsuki had worn a hoodie and hat to keep his identity hidden from the public, wanting to browse with you in private. But whilst the two of you were walking, a bit of his spiky blonde hair had poked out from the back of his hat and neither of you noticed until it was too late.
“Wait-! Ohmygosh, are you Pro Hero Dynamight?!”
Both of you flinched, the secluded ambiance immediately disturbed by the unknown voice of a fan. Luckily, the fan had asked the question in a normal tone and not very loudly, so other people hadn’t heard it.
You breathed a small sigh when you realized no one had turned their head at her question.
Katsuki wasn’t as relieved as you were though, scowling and rolling his eyes before turning to the young woman who’d recognized him. “Yeah, I’m Dynamight. What's it to ya?” He grunted, curt, rude, and straight to the point. You rolled your eyes and smiled silently, stepping off to the side to look at the items within the store you’d both stopped in.
Their talking slowly faded in your ears, the selection of buyables distracting you until a laugh made you turn your eyes back to them.
“Y’know, you’re way more handsome in person…” The woman had gotten uncomfortably close to your husband, gliding a hand down his arm in a way that made your heart burn.
Oh hell no.
As soon as Katsuki pushed her hand away and opened his mouth to (supposedly) yell at her, you’d made it to his side and grabbed his hand. “Hi!”
The woman looked you up and down, her smile fading. “Uh, who are you?”
You just gave her a kind smile. This’ll all blow over once she knows who you are. “I’m his wife... Dynamight's wife.”
Much to your dismay, the woman simply scoffs and shifts her hips. “And? Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?”
The drop of your smile was instant, a look of irritation and disgust quickly replacing it. Your back straightened, body tense as you let go of Katsuki’s hand and stepped forward. You thought since she had asked about your husband’s identity in a kinder manner, she’d be chill.
That was not the case.
“Bitch-!”
Your hand reached toward the woman. You weren't sure what you would grab, but whatever it was didn’t matter. You were really about to rip this girl to shreds.
But before you could come in contact with any part of her, your husband's hands wrapped around your waist. He effortlessly held you back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. And that smile only grew as the woman in front of you gasped, eyes wide in shock as she backed away by multiple steps. Her hands were held up as if to defend herself. Obviously, she was scared shitless.
“Come near my man again and I’ll turn you every way but loose-!” Your husband had to turn himself around, your view of the woman blocked from view as he held you to his chest.
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In the end, the woman couldn’t even bring herself to apologize. She turned beet red and ran off in a hurry.
As you and Katsuki walked back to your car in the parking lot, he kept his hand around your waist. His smirk never left. He even let out a cocky laugh every now and then. He was never going to let you live that down.
“Katsuki, why are you still laughing?” You grumble, embarrassed. Your body feeling hot.
Your husband let out a short snort. “I mean, shit… It was funny but you were also hot as hell,” He nodded. “If I knew you could react like that, I’d put myself out in public more often.”
You were quick to smack his arm, ignoring his hiss of pain and shout of profanity.
Pro Hero Dynamight always takes his job seriously. There isn’t a single soul who would dare go against the fact. Actually, they can’t. Bakugou Katsuki swoops in and ends the battle in under 10 minutes without fail. He engages with his fans (when he can), completes his paperwork as soon as it lands on his desk, and speaks out about the injustice surrounding the country.
Knowing all the things he does for the people, no one dares to step in his way when he leaves his hero agency right on the dot at 5:30pm.
Because everyone knows Dynamight would sail through hell and high water just to make it back home to his wife by dinner.
The moment Katsuki steps into your house, the smell of you and food fills his nose. He immediately relaxes, his body loosening in that addictive way it always does when he comes home to you.
He hears you call out his name and hurriedly strips out of his coat and shoes, placing them in their respective places.
He rounds the corner and finds you at the stove, apron tied around your waist as you stir over a pot.
You peek over your shoulder at him with a smile, whispering a tiny “Hey,” before turning back to the food. It doesn't take long before you feel him come up behind you, his hand on your hip bringing warmth to your entire body.
His nose finds its way to your neck, breathing you in as he grunts his hello. You hum before scrunching your nose. “You smell like sweat Kats,” You mutter, leaning away from him slightly.
Katsuki flinches a little, face getting hot as he remembers he’d completely forgotten to shower at his agency in his haste to get home. His arms tighten around you. “I was… In a rush…” He mumbles, voice low and guttural, sounding more like whining than defending. And as much as you love your husband’s big muscular arms around you, you prefer it best accompanied by a nice smell.
“Hmm, well, why don’t you rush your way over to the bathroom and shower,” You laugh, putting your spoon down and reaching an arm around to stroke his hair. “Dinner will be ready to set when you get out.”
Knowing there’d be no winning with you if he’d said it could wait, Katsuki reluctantly released you and turned toward your bedroom. He glared at you over his shoulder, his tiny pout visible.
You made sure to blow him a kiss and giggle before he turned the corner.
Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been
I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!
Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!
Let us continue!
☆*: .｡. Behind Closed Doors .｡.:*☆ Chapter 4 pt 1
Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader
Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.
The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.
You've seemed to learn that the hard way.
Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.
Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.
Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.
At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.
But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.
Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.
One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.
Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.
He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."
Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"
You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."
He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."
You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."
Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"
It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.
"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."
Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"
Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."
Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."
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You're no fool.
It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.
Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.
And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.
Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.
"Enter."
Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.
The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.
Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."
You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"
The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"
You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."
"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.
"Mind your tongue-"
"No, I don't think I will."
Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."
"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."
"Excuse me-"
"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."
You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."
"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."
A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.
You will not fail again.
Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."
She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,
"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."
The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.
You finally release the breath you'd been holding.
Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!
I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭
But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!
How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?
Your hands latch onto his shirt, holding on for dear life as you shift back and forth on Leon's thigh.
Your bare pussy nearly burns from the rough fabric constantly rubbing against you, but you can't seem to care. You only care about the steady build of your orgasm.
He moans, gripping your waist so tight it nearly hurts.
Looking down, you see the large tent in his pants. Immediately, you regret not paying more attention to his needs.
Reaching a hand down, you undo his zipper.
Leon jumps in surprise when your hand finds the tip of his cock, fingers skimming over the small slit.
He grunts, hands tightening around your waist as he roughly drags you forwards, applying even more pressure on your clit.
You gasp, rolling your hips to alleviate some of the pain.
Your legs begin to give out and Leon feels it.
He immediately takes control, resting his head into the crook of your neck and shifting you back and forth on his thigh.
A strangled moan leaves your lips. You roll your hips to try and match his ministrations, but you can't keep up.
You throw your head back, whimpering as his name leaves your lips.
He groans and you feel your fingers become sticky and wet with his release.
Your own gets closer and closer with every push and pull of your hips until it finally hits you.
Your hand grips his shoulder and your back arches, stars invading your vision from the sheer force of your orgasm.
You both come down from your highs, panting and sweating as you cling to each other.
After a minute or two, Leon looks up at you. His ice blue eyes hold a question, one you eventually nod to.
something permanent, pt. 9 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader
nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops
reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, dubcon
in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.
chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8
'something permanent’: the spotify playlist
word count: 6.2k
description: darling learns a little bit more about leon's past, as well as her own... for better or for worse.
tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, tokophobia, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), food/eating mentions, dubcon, p in v, restraint, light choking
a/n: ok fellas not to like. toot my own horn or anything but i'm proud of this one and i really hope everyone likes it. thanks so much for reading and being patient with me this summer while it took me a bit to update. i love y'all so much and can't wait to hear what u think !!!!
fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !!
Your breath hitched as he stood and picked you up, carrying you the short distance to the bed. He was shaking, which was not normal for him. As soon as you were laid safely on your back on the plush bed, he crawled atop you and muffled your complaints with his own lips.
"D-Daddy--" You managed, trying to push him off of you, but his pupils were blown and his breathing was hard and he was determined-- it was as if he hadn't even heard you.
"You look so beautiful," He groaned, hands and lips wandering as he continued to lose himself to every last part of you, the feeling of you beneath his hands, your trembling breaths, the smell of you, the softness of your hair, all of you. "Such a pretty puppy, so cute with my little baby in you, huh? Doin' so good for me…"
Suddenly you froze, feeling your heart slamming in your chest as your ears began to ring and everything he said sort of just… melted together. You weren't really paying attention anymore. You knew this day would come. Of course you hoped today wouldn't be that day, but it was bound to happen eventually, and you can't say you were particularly shocked by his reaction.
So you resigned. You went limp beneath him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he pinned you down and smothered your face and body in a barrage of kisses, his broad hands feeling over the roundness of you, of his baby.
Seemingly unaware-- or uncaring-- that he was just talking to himself at this point, Leon continued to ramble out his admiration, still shaking as he pressed a kiss just below your belly button. His voice lowered and through the static in your ears you somehow managed to realize he was whispering something, but not to you.
Reaching up to rub your eyes, you brought yourself back to reality just in time to hear him coo, "Gettin' so big already… My baby… You have the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? And she loves you so much… We love you so much…"
You blinked slowly, trying to control your breathing. He's insane, You thought to yourself, He's fucking insane, and it's only downhill from here.
Just when you thought it wasn't scientifically possible for Leon to get more clingy and annoying, he managed to surprise you. You were beginning to wonder how he got any work done at this point, considering he was almost always home with you now… not that you even knew what his work required of him.
It had been eight days since he'd first noticed your bump and you were pretty sure he hadn't taken his hands off of you since that moment. Whatever it was he originally planned to do that night was a distant memory to him, but not to you.
Work. Work. Work. It was all you could think about as you lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his broad hands exploring every inch of your torso, feeling over the curve of your navel, peppering kisses in his wake. He didn't seem to be interested in doing much else lately.
Considering how ecstatic he was at this new development-- and how desperate you were to distract him from it for even a moment-- you briefly wondered if now might be a good time to bring it up again. Before you could stop yourself, you did.
"Daddy," You said softly, fingers carding through his soft hair as you watched him. "You never told me what you do for work."
Leon didn't even look at you while you spoke, and your words didn't really seem to register to him until a moment or two of silence had passed. Then, he paused abruptly, looking up at you through his brows. "That was on purpose, princess, remember?" He said. "It's not safe for you to know."
"R-Right…" You began, stepping carefully through your next words. "But why?"
Leon appeared a bit taken aback by your continued questioning, not to mention a little conflicted on how to respond. In his eyes he'd already told you everything you needed to know-- even though that wasn't much-- and that should have been that. But the tone of your voice was nothing but earnest. You weren't trying to overstep or be disobedient, you were being driven by purely innocent curiosity. He supposed he couldn't blame you.
He hummed in thought for a moment, tracing little shapes over your belly with his fingertips as he pondered his response. "Because what I do is very dangerous, and I keep a lot of secrets for a lot of powerful people," Leon spoke slowly and quietly, as though he didn't even feel safe discussing it within the walls of his own home. "That makes me and everyone I love a target, including you and our baby, princess. It's the same reason why I keep you here, to protect you."
You weren't sure how to feel about that. It seemed as though he was being honest with you, but then again it was always a gamble trying to discern whether he was being truthful or trying to manipulate you. Perhaps against your better judgment, you decided not to drop it.
"What kind of secrets?" You asked.
Leon's brows furrowed and he shook his head. "They wouldn't really be secrets if I told you, would they?"
"I-I know," You continued, trying desperately to keep this going, "But… you know you can trust me, don't you, daddy?"
He went stone still at your words and you almost feared you'd pissed him off, that is until his eyes softened and the look on his face went from stoicism to concern.
"Of course I trust you," He said, his warm hand spreading over the swell of your stomach. "But it's not about that, sweetheart. There are bigger forces at play here. I wouldn't ever put you at that kind of risk."
You almost couldn't believe this was working. Encouraged by his reaction, you kept going.
"I thought I was safe here… I-I thought you said you could protect me," You pouted a little to really sell it, brows upturned in worry as you stared down at him, very much playing a part on the outside but internally you were scrutinizing every last detail of his reaction to determine your next move.
His mouth fell open and closed a time or two as he fought to find the right words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your stomach. "You are safe here, I swear," He said quickly, like he was trying to put out a fire, "I will do everything in my power to protect you both, always--"
"Then why can't you tell me? It makes me feel like you're hiding something from me and I don't like that," You cut him off. "I love you, daddy, I'm carrying your baby. I think I deserve to know what it is you're doing when you disappear all the time."
Leon was stunned, at a complete loss for words, and it took everything in you to keep a straight face. You honestly didn't think you had it in you to walk circles around him like this, but apparently you'd learned a thing or two about how his brain functions over the course of your time together. You'd sniffed out his deepest insecurities and managed to exploit them for your own gain while somehow maintaining your innocence.
"Sweetheart, I…" He trailed off, eyes flickering between the look of betrayal on your face and his own child swelling in your stomach, and it was as though you were watching him lose an internal battle with himself in real time. Finally, he cleared his throat and met your gaze. "I want to tell you, I do, but it's… a lot. I don't know if you're ready for it."
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "All I have here is time, babe. You could tell me you killed the president and I'd be ready for it."
His eyes widened for a moment and he stared blankly at you. "That was a joke, right?"
You resisted the very strong urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, that was a joke… Can you please just tell me?"
"Fine," He huffed, and admittedly it shocked you. You didn't expect him to give in. Maybe he was just sick of you periodically pestering him about it. Voice lowered, he smoothed his hands over your stomach almost like a nervous impulse before continuing, "I work for the government. I help to fight against biological weapons and terrorism."
To say that was the last thing you expected to hear from him would be an understatement. Over the months you'd pondered many possibilities of what his mysterious job could be, including something involving the government, but biological terrorism was not on your list.
You blinked. "What does that mean, exactly?"
Leon struggled for a moment to come up with a response, tripping over his own tongue until he could piece together how to explain it. "Mostly… viruses."
"Viruses?" The silence in the air was indescribably awkward. "Le-- Daddy, what the fuck does that mean?"
"Language, puppy."
"Just answer the question!"
Clearly you'd caught him off guard. It was painfully obvious he'd never put any thought into explaining this to you, considering he didn't think he would ever have to. It didn't help that he had no idea how to tell you why it was so hard to articulate in the first place, either. This wasn't turning out to be as simple of a conversation as you'd expected it to be.
"These viruses don't just make people sick. They do terrible things, sweetheart, things I can't even put into words. I would never expose you to that, ever."
Now it was you falling silent. Nothing he was saying made any of this make more sense and at this point, you were starting to regret asking at all.
Leon continued, "Maybe one of these days I can tell you more about it, but I just need some time to think, alright? I promise I'm not brushing you off."
It felt kinda weird to hear him speak to you like an actual person for once. It left you thinking that maybe catching him off guard is something you should do more often. For now, though, the task at hand.
You nodded slowly, letting your head fall back to rest on the pillows as he sighed out a quiet breath of relief and resumed obsessing over your body. Part of you wondered if he really was going to tell you more about it later or if he just said that to get you off his back about it. Either way, something felt better than nothing and for once you felt as though you'd actually won with him, however small a victory.
Still, the topic refused to leave your mind after the talk you'd had, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it. Days stretched into weeks and he was still dodging the question, and perhaps more infuriating, he'd hardly given you any space at all.
Every morning you'd wake up to him already staring at you, often with your shirt pushed up to bare your stomach so he could press his nose into the bump there, leaving lazy kisses across your skin. He'd insist on keeping you in bed until he'd had his fill, after which he'd practically carry you downstairs for breakfast. Following breakfast he'd help you get ready for the day, often dressing you in clothes that accentuated your bump, to the surprise of exactly no one.
Then he'd bring you into his home office with him to sit in silence while he worked. You would spend hours together in near complete silence while you lounged on the couch, reading random books from the wall while in and out of naps as he typed away. It's not necessarily that you weren't allowed to spend your time elsewhere, but he'd insist on checking on you every ten minutes if you didn't, so you figured it was just easier this way.
Eventually he'd finish up for the afternoon and rouse you for dinner, which was usually followed by some strictly supervised time in the backyard before ending exactly the way your days always started, right back in bed with him entirely too close to you. The days were beginning to melt together a bit, but you couldn't complain-- you'd much rather this than conflict, than kicking and screaming and crying and begging and pushing… even if it was only because you were growing a part of him inside of you.
At the feeling of his lips brushing softly over your forehead, your bleary eyes peeked open just in time to watch Leon exit the room, evidently trying to be quiet. He cracked the door behind him and retreated somewhere else in the house-- you figured he was just going to the bathroom or something and would be back shortly, so you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
You were pretty close to doing so, that is until you heard some commotion from the kitchen and surmised he was cooking something, probably dinner for the two of you…
…Meaning he would be busy for a minute.
Almost immediately upon making this realization you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes before looking over to his desk. His laptop was still open.
You didn't give yourself the opportunity to decide against snooping-- you couldn't care less about whatever boring, confidential government stuff he was working on, you just wanted to see what was in that fucking folder.
Crossing the room in long, silent strides, you sat in his chair and minimized whatever he had open, taking a mental note of what it was so that you could cover your tracks later. You could hardly sit still as the mouse hovered over the folder ominously titled puppy.
After a beat of hesitation, you swallowed back the nerves and double-clicked.
The folder opened up to reveal several subfolders titled chronologically by month, the earliest one being titled for the month of March from the year before.
So that's where you started.
The contents of the folder were labeled chronologically as well, with video files and word documents for each day. You didn't want to risk playing any sound, so you decided to open one of the word documents.
03.13
0700
Hit snooze on her first alarm. Must not have slept well last night.
0715
Snooze again. I should up her dose tonight so she can get some good rest.
You froze, re-reading that sentence several times. In hindsight you couldn't say you were shocked that he was drugging you for a long, long time before he actually took you in, but to see it so blatantly confirmed before your eyes was haunting. Still, you continued to read further ahead.
1722
Made it home safe from work. Poor thing looks so exhausted.
1804
Finished up with dinner, getting in the shower.
1810
Made it inside, upped the dose in her tea for tonight. I know I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but I couldn't help myself-- I took another souvenir, those pretty pink ones I like so much. Surely she won't mind, and she'll get them back when she comes home with me anyway.
1837
Out of the shower, in her favorite pajamas, watching a movie. My princess deserves a night for herself. I can't wait to share that bed with her.
2143
Winding down for the night, brewing her tea like a good girl. Taking position-- she'll be out cold in no time at all.
2336
Her hair is so soft and she smells so good. I love the weight of her head on my chest. I love her soft breaths. I love the way she whimpers and mumbles in her sleep. I hope my presence helps her rest better. She knows deep down she belongs with me. She knows. She knows. She has to know.
You closed the file and your eyes darted around the room before locking on the crack in the door. You listened intently to ensure Leon was still busy in the kitchen, which he was. With a trembling, controlled breath you backed out of the subfolder and scrolled a little further down, finding a folder titled Medical.
Inside were full and complete copies of your medical records, which you didn't even want to know how he got ahold of. Alongside your records was an extensive document listing more specific things about your health that either weren't in your records or were too deeply buried in them-- your blood type, your allergies, your nutritional needs, your diagnoses, your health risks.
Then you moved on to another folder titled Personal.
It contained what you assumed was every anecdotal fact about your life that he'd managed to glean from his heavy surveillance of you; foods you liked and didn't like, albums you enjoyed, personal care products you used, your favorite colors, favorite shows and movies, random little details about your past. Some of these things you couldn't even wrap your head around how he possibly could have figured out.
Until you found another folder titled Data.
Every device you owned had been cloned and data dumped into neat folders. Every image you'd ever taken or posted, every text or call you'd ever sent or received, every last bit of your digital footprint up to the day he'd whisked you away was documented.
You wanted to keep looking through it but you felt like you couldn't breathe. You had to remind yourself that the files weren't going anywhere and you needed a break, this was far too much traumatizing information for any one person to absorb in one sitting. Feeling grossly ill and perhaps a little dizzy, you closed out of the files and pulled up Leon's work again, taking a deep breath before standing up from the office chair.
But a familiar phrase met the corner of your eye as you moved, a document he had open titled RACCOON CITY INCIDENT.
With no idea what to make of that you shook your head and trudged back over to the couch, curling into yourself under your soft blanket. Try as you might to relax and act normal, you were trembling. This was a lot to digest. Leon had so thoroughly monitored your every last move before you even really knew he existed. For fuck's sake, he was breaking into your apartment with you inside to drug you and hide somewhere so he could lay with you while you slept… and god knows what else.
You weren't hitting snooze on all of your alarms every morning because you weren't sleeping well. You were hitting snooze on your alarms every morning and often showing up late to work and other life events because you were being sedated every night-- no, you were unknowingly sedating yourself.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to go completely scorched earth.
But you couldn't. You knew it would do you no good. You knew it would hurt more in the end. So you didn't.
The door creaked open and you listened closely to Leon's soft footsteps approaching you. He rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he spoke, "Dinner's ready, princess."
With a barely noticeable nod you took his hand and followed him to the dining room, where you shared an uneventful, almost completely silent dinner that you were not even remotely psychologically present for. You didn't really come to again until you were struck by fresh air when he brought you out into the backyard.
It was jarring to snap back into reality so abruptly. The sun was nearly beginning to set and the breeze was a pleasant, comfortable temperature. If it were any other day, any other set of circumstances, it would be quite nice.
Leon's hands came to rest on your bump from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he swayed you gently side to side. "What's on your mind, hm? You've been quiet tonight."
You weren't really sure what to say. Of course you weren't going to be honest with him, so you defaulted to your regular answer.
"I'm just tired."
Leon sighed and kissed your shoulder. "You say that a lot, you know. I'm worried about you, pup."
Fuck, You thought, I need to find a new excuse.
"I-I'm sorry," You whispered, and while you initially planned to tack on some kind of explanation, your words failed you.
Leon's response honestly shocked you in its perceived sincerity-- "I don't need you to be sorry, sweetheart, I just need to know what's wrong so I can make it better. That's daddy's job, okay?"
His hand rubbed soothing circles over your bump and the warmth of him wrapped around you felt so pleasant. Given how upset you were, it was tempting to give into him, to ask him to just hold you and baby you and tell you everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't get those documents off your mind for the life of you and you had a feeling you were going to explode if you didn't say something.
So you did, in your own roundabout way.
"I've been thinking a lot about how I got here," You said slowly, like you were stepping around landmines. "You never really told me what happened."
Leon tilted his head curiously, unsure what you meant by that at first. After a moment it dawned on him and he froze. He didn't know how to proceed and the tension between you was palpable. Finally he cleared his throat softly and said, "I'm not sure you need to know about that, little one. It doesn't matter anyway. The only thing that matters is that you're here now, safe and sound and nicely bred."
You should have suspected he'd say something like that. You took advantage of the fact he couldn't see you roll your eyes and then you nodded, still trying to play the part of a good girl for him, hoping it would pay off eventually. "Right," You said, "I was just curious. We don't have to get into it if you don't want to, though it has been eating me alive a little bit."
Leon raised an eyebrow, turning his head to plant another kiss on your shoulder. "Eating you alive, huh?" He teased. "I'll tell you someday, sweetheart, I promise. When the time is right, I will."
"You say that a lot," You were quick to respond, heart stuttering in your chest as you almost immediately regretted having the nerve to throw his words back in his face. "How long until the time is right?"
"Until I say it is," He answered bluntly, voice having dropped into that low warning tone that always managed to set your teeth on edge. "It's okay to be curious, pup, but when I say no, I mean no."
His patience with entertaining your line of questioning was wearing thin and you could tell by the way his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. He was tensing up and the hand of his that was lovingly rubbing your belly just moments ago was now stone still and firm, fingertips just barely printing into your skin with his possessive hold.
You couldn't come up with something to say in time before he took a firm hold of your wrist and began to drag you back inside.
"What? Wait! I still have more outside time," You whined, tugging against his grip a couple times, eyes doe-like and begging for leniency.
Leon scoffed and tugged at you right back, and his pull was much stronger than yours. In just one movement he'd forced you back in line behind him, stumbling along as he pulled you toward the sliding glass door. "That's not your decision to make. You know, puppy, I'm worried you've forgotten who's in charge here."
You grasped at the doorframe in a last ditch effort to get to finish your outside time, but Leon was not having it. With an annoyed groan he turned to face you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, plucking you up effortlessly from the floor as you writhed and pouted.
"You're no fair!" Your voice raised, and as always you knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole with each passing second, but you felt as though you couldn't stop once you'd started. "I didn't do anything wrong, what are you punishing me for?"
Leon carried you upstairs, speaking as he walked, "This isn't a punishment, sweetheart, it's a reminder."
You had no idea what exactly he meant to imply by that, and you were even more confused when instead of bringing you into the bedroom, he made a turn and brought you into the spare bedroom.
Well, what used to be the spare bedroom. Now it was the bones of a nursery, barren of any furniture but a changing table, the only decoration being a few swatches of paint on the walls. He let you down from his arms but kept you tightly under his control, his strong hands guiding you by your hips to face forward, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you there to look at the room.
"Tell me what you see," He said firmly. "Look around this room and tell me what you see."
Your breath hitched in your throat and your head tilted in confusion. "Uh… The nursery?"
He hummed contently and you let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you were holding. "That's right, sweetheart, the nursery. Tell me why we've started turning this room into a nursery."
That was all it took for you to make the realization as to where he was going with this. Swallowing back the nerves, you replied quietly, "Because we're having a baby?"
"Yes, doll, because we're having a baby," His hands slid forward from your hips to cradle the swell of your stomach. "You're having a baby, my baby, and that makes you my responsibility. Every last thing I do, I do for you, whether you like it or not. All I have ever asked for in return is a little respect."
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared down at his hands resting possessively on your bump. All you could think about was just how close it would seem you'd flown toward the sun. Face burning, your mouth fell open to respond to him, but he cut you off with an addition to his statement that froze every last drop of blood in your veins.
"I know you went looking around, sweetheart. Didn't quite find what you were looking for, did you? Or did you just wanna try to trick me into saying it?"
He was calling you sweetheart but his tone was ice cold. Not raging, not furious, just frigidly condescending and accusatory, with a noticeable twinge of disappointment.
How does he know? You thought to yourself in a panic, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket at a moment's notice. Does he even have proof, or is he just assuming? Is he trying to trick me into telling on myself?
You were completely shutting down, dizzy with adrenaline and unsure how to proceed. Despite the sour feeling in your stomach that told you it was a terrible idea, you chose to call his bluff.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Your words came out in a pathetic whisper, voice cracking a little from the nerves.
Leon huffed out an amused breath into your ear. "Oh, sweetheart… you know I like it when you go all dumb for me, but not like this."
In typical Leon fashion, you weren't really given a chance to respond before his grip went from your belly to your waist, lifting you from the floor with ease. You wanted to say something, to scream at him to put you down, to ask him where he planned on taking you and why, but it would seem he wasn't taking you far. Just seconds later he was pinning you to the changing table, wrists held firmly above your head as he loomed over you.
"What are you--"
"Stop. Talking," He growled. "I've heard enough out of you. If you did half as much listening as you do talking, you wouldn't be in this position to begin with."
You weren't entirely sure what he meant by 'this position,' whether he was being literal or figurative, but shortly after you wondered this to yourself, you realized it didn't particularly matter. By now you should have known it was futile trying to rationalize anything he said or did, it just wasn't an easy task to submit yourself to something that made absolutely no sense to you. Unfortunately for you, that was something you were gradually getting used to doing.
Face burning, staring up at him with absolutely nothing left to say, you froze and simply… nodded. This response seemed to please him.
Leon smirked, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out as he continued to bind your wrists tightly with one hand, the other trailing down the length of your body. You cringed when he lifted the hem of your shirt to bare your stomach, try as you might to conceal it, your breath hitching when he grabbed you with his free hand and dragged you down until your hips were nearly hanging off the edge of the table, pressed firmly against the crotch of his jeans.
The hardened crotch of his jeans.
Your heart was thumping so hard you could see the way it forced your chest to rise with every beat. Why exactly he felt as though the solution to this was to fuck you on the very same table you would be changing diapers on in just a few months, you couldn't say. Oddly enough there was a part of you that felt grateful he'd come to this conclusion out of the endless list of significantly worse punishments that could have been. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't really seem like much of a punishment at all.
What you didn't know was that Leon had had more than enough of you abusing your pregnancy to break his rules, and he had no intention of letting you continue to do so any longer.
For a moment he was just rutting into you for his own relief, though thankfully that had the added benefit of ramping up your own excitement, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts and panties being the only barrier between your sex and Leon's clothed arousal.
Right when you were really starting to get into the dry humping, he pulled back just far enough to allow himself the space he needed to undo his jeans. As he did so, he began to speak again.
"We're going to have a family soon, sweetheart, and when that happens, you won't have so much time on your hands or empty space in that little brain of yours to be thinking about how you got here or who's looking for you," He began, his tone matter-of-fact as he freed his cock from the restraint of his boxers, pushing your shorts and panties aside so he could rut the weeping head against your slick folds. "For your own sanity, I'd suggest you quit looking for answers that don't matter and are only going to hurt you in the end."
Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, honestly dumbfounded by his words and no longer very interested in the sex you were about to have. Before you could interject, he continued, sinking the head of his cock into you as a means to cut off your words, which was successful.
"When you wrote that letter to your family, you made a commitment to me, to this. You're not a liar, are you, princess?"
Eyes clenched shut at the sting of him stretching you out, in desperate need of a little more preparation but knowing you wouldn't be getting any, you shook your head wildly, "I-I'm not a liar…"
"Not a liar, hm?" He taunted, voice still smooth and calm and patronizing. Leon jutted his hips forward, forcing more of his length into you and in response, a pained cry fell from your open mouth. "So, you weren't lying earlier when you told me you didn't know what I was talking about? You weren't lying when I asked you what was on your mind and you said you were just tired? You weren't lying that day you said you would be good for me and I came home to you trying to scale the fence?"
Each and every question began and ended with a shallow thrust until he was stuffed inside you down to the base, splitting you open on his throbbing length. Tears pricking at your eyes, you shook your head again and tried to control your breathing so you could get a word out, squirming against his hold on your wrists, but it was no use. Once more, he continued.
"You're lying to me now. Do you think I'm stupid, sweetheart? Think I was born yesterday?"
Like muscle memory, you shook your head and choked out, "N-No, I--"
"Because I wasn't. You think you're so smart, sneaking around behind my back, acting out, sticking your nose in places it shouldn't be, and you think I won't do anything about it because you're pregnant, huh?" His hips knocked into yours at a truly brutal pace now, his fist clenched tightly around your struggling arms, his other hand stroking over the swell of your belly as he fucked you. "Well, you're sorely mistaken. You should know by now I don't tolerate disobedient brats."
You were writhing on the cold table, thighs clenched tightly around his waist as he had his way with you. What seemed just minutes ago like a net positive for you, being fucked in response to your insubordinant behavior, had turned into yet another humiliating moment of being put back in your place. You began to wonder if he used sex to do this just because he knew he could take away your ability to think clearly and defend yourself.
Perhaps if this were just a normal argument, you'd be calling him a liar right back. You'd scream at him for constantly withholding information, for expecting you not to have questions, for expecting you not to miss your friends and family. You would have pulled at your hair and thrown things and cursed him out until you were red in the face.
But you couldn't.
Leaning over you until your noses were nearly touching, giving you little choice but to look at him, Leon grabbed your chin and angled your head down until you were forced to watch his cock hammering into you… not that it was incredibly easy to see over your swollen stomach. Your lip quivered and you froze, unable to look away despite how unnerving it was to have such a vivid representation of what he'd done to you-- and was currently doing to you-- shoved right in front of your eyes.
Letting out a soft grunt, feeling his peak quickly approaching at the sight of you rounding out with his seed and submitting to his every last word, Leon stroked his thumb over your tear stained cheek and said, voice low, "In five short months, you are going to be a mother, and even sooner than that I am going to expect you to start acting like it. Am I understood?"
Your mouth fell open again to respond, but your words were lost on you. Teary lashes fluttering dumbly, you nodded before letting your head fall back on the changing table with a soft thump. He simply grabbed you by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you a little lightheaded before angling your head back up to face him with his fingertips nearly bruising beneath your jaw.
"Use. Your. Words."
Weakly, you whimpered out, "I… I-I understand," choking on your own tears and praying that would be sufficient, but of course it wasn't.
"Say it like you fucking mean it," He grunted, his own breaths falling uneven as he staved off his own orgasm, thrusts slowing slightly but still pounding into you with a force that made the legs of the changing table screech on the hardwood floor.
Finally he released his grip on your throat and you gasped for air, nodding desperately, skin dusted a rosy pink as you cried, "I underst-stand, daddy, I-I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry--"
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Leon smirked with satisfaction and seconds later you were met with the unmistakable feeling of his thick, hot seed spilling into you.
"That's my good girl," He grunted, swiping at the sweat on his brow, "Let's hope you aren't lying this time, hm?"
Pretty sure this person stole your idea for Leon x teacher reader https://www.tumblr.com/that-sarcastic-writer/725612197355700224/after-hours?source=share
Thank you for your concern! It really means a lot to know people pay close attention to my work.
Although, this fic was actually stolen from the writer: konigbabe I believe
Nothing against you or anyone else who may think this, but I do not own the dad!Leon x Teacher trope. Anyone is free to use it :))
Summary: Your police officer boyfriend, Leon, catches you speeding once again.
Content: SMUT, car sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, switch Leon, kind of-dom Reader, teasing, praise, comfort, not throughly proofread (I'm rusty- Let me know if I missed anything!)
The sound of a siren pulls you from the adrenaline high you were experiencing.
Instantly recognizing the head of blonde hair behind the windshield, you smirk, pressing the brake and moving off to the side. Not that it mattered all that much, seeing as you were on a deserted side road surrounded by trees.
The gum in your mouth sticks to your teeth with every chew, the red of your lipstick smearing on it.
The officer walks out of the car with his head hung low and shaking, as if he were disappointed.
He definitely is.
You roll down your window, blowing a bubble into your gum as he comes to a stop outside of your door.
His brows furrow angrily as he places his hands on his hips. "(Y/n)..."
You pop the bubble, sucking it back into your mouth and offering him a sly smile. "Officer Kennedy!"
He glares at you whilst you pull your mirror down and fix your hair. "What are you doing on duty so late? I thought we had a hot date at 6 o'clock."
He doesn't seem to share your playful mood, crossing his arms across his chest and giving you that concerned, unimpressed look. "Sweetheart... I thought we talked about driving recklessly just to see me when I'm working."
You flutter your lashes, looking up at him with a mocking pout. "Oh baby... not everything I do has something to do with you..."
He leans in through your open window, coming so close his lips brush against your ear. "Angel, whenever it comes to you acting like a desperate little brat, it's always got something to do with me."
Heat pools in your belly. You're about to ask him if that was a challenge but he steps back, leaving a hand on the edge of your car window and running a hand through his blonde hair and taking a deep breath.
"Baby, I can't keep letting you go with a warning. Someone's bound to catch on..."
You hum, reaching a hand up and running your fingertips along the skin of his arm.
His eyes snap to your hand before looking at you, eyes wide and shocked.
"I'm sorry, my love... is there any way I can make it up to you?"
☆
If someone drove down this road right now, you'd be screwed.
The smell of sweat and sex fills the small space of the car around you as your nails dig little crescent marks into your boyfriend's shoulders.
Leon wasted no time after your question, dragging you from your car and tossing you into the back seat of his cop one.
And now, you sit on his lap, his cock nested deep inside of you.
His hands rest comfortably on your ass, his eyes drinking in the sight of your face as you whimper and whine at the mere feeling of him.
When your hips stutter and your legs begin to give out, he shifts his hands to the underside of your thighs, helping you move up and down on his cock.
Blinking through the thickening hot haze, you look down at your officer.
He's already looking up at you, brows drawn together and pink lips parted in pure pleasure as a faint moan leaks from him.
Your hands slide up his skin and into his hair, nails lightly kneading his scalp whilst you roll your hips, pouting when Leon gasps against your lips. "Poor baby... Does it feel too good?"
You feel his hips jerk upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper as he nods and places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So good- Feels so good, angel...-"
A grunt escapes him, his large hands tightening around your thighs. You nearly cry out when he suddenly picks up the pace, chasing after his fast approaching high.
"L-Leon-! Baby slow down-!"
But it's as if your words fall on deaf ears. Leon only groans loudly, throwing his head back and whining pathetically.
You're teetering on the edge of your own release when a sudden rush of wind and the console digging into your lower back take you by complete surprise.
Your hips lay squished between the two front seats, legs on either side of Leon's hips and in the air. Your hands shift to his upper back, nails scratching harshly along his skin.
He pushes his body weight on you to keep you still as you writhe beneath him, gasping and whining into the empty space of the car.
His large cock slides along your wet walls, the movements creating the most pornographic squelching noise you've ever heard. You swear you feel every vein, every twitch, every stretch.
You cry out, gripping onto him for dear life as your release tears through you, taking your breath away and causing stars to form behind your eyelids.
Leon swears as he feels you clench around him, his legs stopping for just a moment before he groans, pushing into you slowly one last time.
His warm seed spurts inside of you, coating every corner of your walls. He grips the seats for support from the sheer power of his orgasm.
You help him down from his high, stroking his forearms and whispering praises in his ear.
And you only stop when Leon goes slack, pulls out of you with a hiss, and begins to clean everything up. "Jesus Christ... we're never doing that again."
You scoff, slipping your skirt back on. "Oh, we're definitely gonna do this again babe,". You laugh as Leon groans, sitting back in the seat and throwing his arm over his eyes.
"Anyone could have seen us..." His cheeks are flushed pink in embarrassment, blonde hair still messy from all the times you ran your hands through it.
You slide closer to him and kiss his cheek. "Well then, it's a good thing no one did, huh?" You giggle as he playfully glares at you.
Biting your lip, you go to whisper in his ear, discretely slipping something into his pocket. "See you at 8?"
And with that, you slip out of the car and make your way back to your vehicle, pulling your skirt down into place and adjusting your shirt.
All while wondering what his reaction will be when he finds the pair of panties you'd stuffed into his pocket.
I've been a little busy, BUT, I'm not working anymore cause I'm moving to college soon so I've got a little more time before my real chaos enters my life.
