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period week / ovulation week

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fellas is it gay to volunteer your own blood to your vampire (boy)friend to prevent him from hurting innocent people or is it just heroic and shit

“don’t pass out on me”

“i’m fine”

[mechanicalfriend]

thinking about younger hop and leon

[irlkisukeurahara]

In my AU Leon and Hop have a more father-son dynamic so Hop was a different kind of excited when he learned that Leon and Raihan were going to have a baby

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[honeyandbloodpoetry]

They Were Both Alone

Leon S Kennedy is invited to Jack Krauser's personal quarters. His heart is pounding somewhere between anticipation and fear, but there are many surprises to be found within the Major's dorm...

T4T Leon and Krauser smut with heartbreak and complicated relationships. Enjoy!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48017554

They Were Both Alone

Leon had never been in Major Krauser's personal quarters before--he knew he shouldn't have accepted the invite, but his heart had gotten the best of him. Now that heart felt like it was about to pound clear out of his chest. He was still wearing the clothes from their training, baggy shirt clinging to his back muscles from the sweat. He knew he could've used a shower first, but his mentor's dorm wasn't exactly the pinnacle of clean scents. His room was expertly tidy, almost minimalist, but it was thick with musk. It made Leon's nose crinkle, but not in an unpleasant way.

He watched as Krauser opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He took two small glasses, pouring both of the men a share. Leon studied him closely, watching the muscles along his arms ripple powerfully as he moved--even though his movements were languid, each one was purposeful, planned out. Leon both admired and liked that about him.

"You like whiskey?" Krauser grunted.

"Yes, Major Krauser." Leon answered obediently, back stiff.

"Call me Jack, rookie." Krauser rasped, turning around. "I invited you to my damn room, after all." He held a glass of whiskey out to Leon.

Leon didn't say anything that time, simply taking the whiskey and tossing it back. He let the liquor burn down his throat, and when he opened his eyes Krauser--no, Jack--was staring straight at him. They held each other's eyes before Jack took his whole serving in a single gulp.

"Do you know why I invited you here, rookie?"

Leon did everything he could to hold his gaze--their proximity in this close space was almost suffocating. The older man's entire presence was suffocating. And just like the whiskey, intoxicating. He wanted to let his eyes wander, both over his senior officer's body and his room. Anything to glean a little bit about what might lie behind Jack's scalding reprimands and forceful commands...and every ounce of his sharp-tongued praise.

"I'm not sure, sir. Did I do something not up to your standards in training?"

The corner of Jack's lips quirked up in a sneer. "Smart mouth on you, pretty boy. We'll have to work on that. But no. I've had my eye on you. You're a trustworthy man, rookie. Thought we might be able to talk. Relax together."

Leon felt the whiskey loosening his muscles. "If I have to call you Jack, maybe you can call me Leon, hm?" He smirked, the "pretty boy" ricocheting in his brain making him feel stupid.

Jack's sneer split into a toothy grin. "I see the whiskey helped you relax. Good." He took a step forward, his combat boots heavy against the wood paneling. Loud. "You know, Leon, you're a smart boy. You know how to listen. But also..."

Leon gripped his half full glass of whiskey. Jack was mere inches away. He could see the man's cold blue eyes, almost like glass, his full lips, soft jawline... Somehow, despite an army of hard muscles, his face was so soft. Not delicate, but gentle.

The young man felt a fresh sheen of sweat drip down his shoulders.

"You talk too much. You question things. You challenge." Jack's ocean-glass eyes hardened. "It's a pain in my ass, boy. But... I like that. I don't get a lot of men like that here. Makes my life a little bit more interesting." A pause. "Makes you a good soldier. You'll do some great things. I don't know what I'll do when they take you away from me. Be bored, mostly."

Leon gulped down the rest of his whiskey. He was burning somewhere further down than anywhere the liquor could reach. He had always had trouble reading signals, had even less experience with actual intimacy, but even he could feel the electricity lancing between them, alive and starving.

"Though, I don't know if I'll ever be finished training you." Jack looked Leon up and down, setting his whiskey glass a little top forcefully on top of a file cabinet. "You gonna say something or just stand there and look like a dumbass?"

Leon felt his head swim. "I dunno, Major Krauser. Are you ever gonna do anything besides just talk and act like you're better th--"

Jack was suddenly in Leon's face, a large hand resting on the younger man's shoulder. His face was next to Leon's, their cheeks inches away. Leon could smell cologne underneath the sweat, notes of bourbon and oak.

"One day, being pretty ain't gonna be enough, rookie. And I told you...it's just us. Call me Jack."

"I'd like to think that I've proved I'm more than that. And you know the deal, Krauser." Leon pressed his hand to Jack's chest, feeling the swell of muscle. "What's my name?"

Something soft bubbled up in Jack's throat. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just the boy with the pretty blues in my room."

Leon met his icy gaze, sure that Jack could hear his pounding heartbeat. "I could say the same about yours, Jack."

The Major stared down at him, face impassive. He moved one massive hand down and grabbed Leon's wrist, guiding those hungry fingers away from his chest. "I don't play games, boy. I want you." He turned around, beginning to peel his shirt off. "Tell me, Leon. Do you want me too? Or have I just imagined the way you've stared at me in training? Or the way you've tried to cop a feel, eh?"

Leon felt himself shaking. He remembered his first longterm girlfriend back in 1998--his coming out, the nightmarish break-up because of it, the apocalypse that followed. He never recovered from that breakup or the Raccoon City incident.

Still, as much of a bullheaded dick as Krauser was...he was an honorable man. He had admirable integrity and a drive to protect others. He was trustworthy. Leon did not feel unsafe around him.

"Yeah, Jack. I want you." He started to unzip his fatigue pants, fumbling with the zipper. Might as well rip the bandaid off as soon as possible.

Jack wasted no time. His shorts and boxers dropped to the floor. His shoulders flexed, his hands clenched into fists. Leon stared at the wall of a man in front of him, mind racing. His own pants and boxers were pooled around his feet, but he was so consumed by anxiety that he was having difficulty pulling his shirt up over his head. It felt like an impossible task, now that his bare pussy had nothing to hide it.

Jack turned, stoic, to meet Leon, his eyes opening wide as he laid eyes on the half-naked agent in front of him. He looked as if he had been ready to say something, but the words had been stolen right from his throat.

Leon felt his pulse shoot even higher until his eyes carved a path down Jack's body...to the faint, almost ghost-like scars across his chest, the forests of pretty blonde hair that ran down his belly, and down to his pussy, a t-cock significantly larger than Leon's own clearly erect and sticking out from the labia.

"Oh!" It was all Leon could say.

Jack suddenly tilted his head back and let out a rumbling laugh that faded out into choked guffaws. "Son of a bitch, rookie! You know, I had no idea. I was working myself up for nothing."

Leon blushed, but couldn't keep back a laugh of his own. "Yeah... I wouldn't have guessed. You're so big. I..."

"I work hard for my body. Get a little...chemical help every now and then." Leon raised his eyebrows at that, but Jack continued on. "Been stealth many years now. I do good work for our country and it's never been an issue." He ran a hand down his chest and down his belly, over the abs and slight swell of his obliques. His hand rested above his pubic mound and the soft golden hairs that ran wild there. Jack definitely wasn't someone who kept things trimmed. "Because of that, I'm very selective with who I bring home. After all...living like this, you have a lot of secrets."

"I get that. I'm careful too." Leon felt compelled to continue. Krauser drew out his empathy in a way no one else had before. "I lost my parents when I was young and... I ran away. From the crime scene. I got help and met good people, transitioned early when the truth came out. I was lucky. But it always seems to come back and bite me in the ass when it comes to people." Slowly, Leon pulled his shirt over his head. He hadn't had top surgery, wasn't planning to. From an early age, he had spent years working out the muscles in his chest, but there was still a soft swell that irritated him.

After what happened in Raccoon City though, he couldn't imagine being out of commission that long to recover. Unable to defend himself. If anyone ever commented, he just said it was gynecomastia, and then worked out even harder. The older he got and the more testosterone did its work, the more comfortable he felt, but it was still a source of dysphoria.

Leon stood there, dropping the sweaty shirt to the floor. He was muscular, but nowhere near as strong or beefy as Major Krauser. The older man also had about four inches in height on him. Leon was altogether smaller, softer looking than him. That and his chest made him feel vulnerable. More naked than just removing his clothes entailed.

"I know how that is." Jack grunted. "You must've felt real scared coming in here. I know I'm a real piece of work, but it's safe with me. You don't have to worry about me telling anybody." He came closer, until Leon could feel the warmth of his body heat. "You look good, Leon. You're a handsome young man."

"I... I like when you call me pretty." Leon whispered.

"You wanna be a pretty boy?" Jack hummed. His thumb met Leon's chin, tilting his face up. "Wanna be my pretty boy?"

Leon's brain short circuited. This was going WORLDS different from anything he could have imagined. The anxiety and dread inside him was replaced with excitement and curiosity. He had never met another man like himself before. He looked up at Jack and couldn't speak, only nodded.

"Speak up, soldier." Jack's usual bark of a command was now crooning, a tease. "Use your words."

"Yes." Leon gasped. "I want to be yours."

"Good boy." Jack's other hand trailed down the small of Leon's back before guiding him to the bed. He guided Leon down, the sheets slightly scratchy but nothing unbearable. He climbed up next to him, on all fours and facing a very red-faced Leon. "I feel like we've lived very different lives. But I'm glad that we've met. Almost feels like fate, doesn't it?"

Leon shrugged. "I don't believe in fate."

Jack grinned. "Then a gift." He reached out and ran a thumb over Leon's cheek, making him shudder with pleasure. "Leon... I'm only eight years older than you, but I've had a hell of a load more experience than you. Probably with being transgender too. I'm not sure what you've been through, but if you ever need someone to talk to, to help you, you let me know. You're one of my men. Thank you for trusting me."

Leon blushed. He had never seen Jack so... open, kind. He felt this was a side of the Major that few people rarely got to see. He walked in here stressed out and hoping for a quick fuck with the senior officer he was crushing on, but now... There was a sense of camaraderie and understanding that hadn't been there before. That Leon hadn't felt with anyone else. So much of it unspoken, the gaps filled in with Jack's reassuring rumble of words. Promises. Want.

"I feel like you're trusting me, too." Leon finally answered, keenly aware of the large hand cupping his jaw. "I..." He stumbled over his words, choked up.

"Come on, boy." Jack leaned forward, face hovering in front of Leon. His breath smelled like whiskey, his body still musky from training. "You have to tell me."

"Isn't that your job?" Leon couldn't help himself.

Jack breathed hard through his nose. "You want me to tell you what to do, then? Alright rookie, on your back." The hand on Leon's jaw became firmer for a moment before sliding away. The emptiness left a fire behind.

Leon wanted to play coy, but the dangerous edge in Jack's voice made his cock twitch, and he eagerly laid down on his back. Without being told, he spread his legs. He had a little body hair, and while it was darker in color, it was nowhere near as thick as Jack's, the latter being covered in fur head to toe.

The older man looked down at him, almost like a predator preparing to strike its prey, before saying softly. "Where do you like to be touched? Any limits?"

Leon held a hand to his chest. "I think I'm okay with anything right now. Just..." He paused. "Be gentle. With my chest." Leon has to gasp the words out. He could see the eagerness in the Major's eyes, but it was tempered with responsibility. Krauser was pretty fucking abrasive, but...he was a good leader. Maybe a good lover too.

Jack nodded firmly. "Alright." He leaned down, letting his full lips hover over Leon's shoulder. "Feel free to let your hands wander." He pressed his lips to Leon's skin, and Leon bucked, his arms wrapping around Jack's shoulders. Jack trailed fire up Leon's neck, whispering over Leon's jaw before crashing into his lips. The Major was a sloppy kisser, but passionate. His lips were full and starving, his tongue parting Leon open and exploring him.

Leon was shocked at the force of him for a moment, but eagerly leaned into it--their tongues battled for dominance as Leon brought his thighs up and began grinding against one of Jack's tree-trunk thighs. His t-cock became engorged, rubbing against Jack's muscles as Leon's pussy left the older man's skin gleaming with wetness.

Jack lifted his leg, pushing and flexing the muscles into Leon's cunt. He drew one hand up to Leon's head, stroking, almost petting him, before grabbing a fistful of his pretty hair and jerking him back, a rope of saliva still intertwining them together even as Leon moaned into the air.

Jack sneered, a low growl thrumming in his throat. "Good boy," he hissed into Leon's ear, licking a line up the side of his neck. He grinned, enjoying the way that Leon shivered. He licked his lips, considering making the young man...

Leon smirked back, grasping for Jack's thick hips and digging his nails in. It was time to work out some frustration.

Jack rutted against him, groaning. Leon's fingers explored the mountains and valleys of the Major's body, still grinding on his delicious thigh, enjoying the way the older man succumbed to his touch. It was giving him a power trip, the way Major Krauser's fingers knotted in the sheets and...

He let out a gasp, almost whimpering when Jack's lips suctioned gently around one of his nipples. It had been a long time since someone had touched him like this... It had been since never he had trusted someone this much.

He pressed his nipple and chest tissue deeper into Jack's mouth, enjoying the nip of his teeth and swirl of his tongue. Jack's hand found the line of his spine and traced it with his nails, enjoying the fact that he was back in control.

Leon let himself loosen, his hard t-cock throbbing, his wetness dripping down Krauser's leg, his mind swimming with oh god, I'm being touched, touch, touch, fuck, that feels so good...

"Good boy," Krauser said again, but this time it was a husky whisper. Leon felt the words curl around him, hot and alive, dragging him under roaring waves.

He crashed against his senior officer once again, and this time, he didn't come back up.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser sat up straight in bed, his back rigid and heart pounding. The Rookie was next to him, snoring softly and tangled up in the bedsheets. The whole room smelled of sex and... and... Just sex.

Krauser put two fingers to his temples and massaged the tissue there deeply. He was still naked, his hair mussed and falling across his brow. He turned to look at the rookie for a moment, then let out a deep sigh.

It had been a long time since he had jeopardized his safety. Since he had...feelings, ones that couldn't be satisfied with clothes staying on. He had always been fascinated with the younger man--though the years and experience separated them, Leon S. Kennedy seemed to be one of the only men that could actively challenge him, in more ways than one. The young agent ignited something inside him, a grapple for dominance, a hunger he felt he couldn't satisfy.

A fear.

Krauser grabbed a sweat stained tank top off the ground and hurriedly slid it over his head. He needed to leave. He had almost been discharged once before, and he couldn't risk it again.

He's like you. He'll understand.

No. He's not. He's the government's golden boy. He'll get away with whatever he wants. Me...I'm on thin fucking ice.

Krauser slid his shorts up, bouncing on one leg to his messy dresser where he combed his hair back into place, not bothering with gel. He just...needed to go work out. Get his mind off things. Lose his mind completely. Strength. That is what mattered. Not competition, not sex, not...

Strength. If not for strength, he would be nothing.

He didn't allow his mind to go further.

He cast one final glance at Leon, considering writing a note. He shook it off, quietly opening the door. Leon would wake up alone and know to make his leave. If not, Krauser would punish him for it later.

That's wrong.

I don't care.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.

The door shut and Leon opened his eyes. He gripped the sheets in shaky hands, drawing them up to his chin. He let Jack's smell, heavy and musky, curl around him, and for a moment, pretended he wasn't alone.

He pretended that he had known and loved Jack for years, that this wasn't a military base, that Raccoon City or seeing his parents shot hadn't ever happened. He pretended the whole world that was and could ever be was this bed, and that Jack was still next to him.

Just for a moment.

Jack wouldn't be Jack when he left this room. He would be The Rookie and Jack would be Major Krauser.

Ans yet, there would always be something tying them together now. Something special that only two men like them could share, that two men like them would have to hide in the military. Something two men like them knew how to love.

Or hate.

Leon felt his lip tremble, and pushed himself to his feet. He needed to get the fuck out of here.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser should have had a spotter, but he didn't really give a fuck.

Leon could have spotted you.

Oh, fuck off!

He benched an almost dangerous amount for weight, groaning and grunting and sweating as he flexed to left it. His mind emptied out into nothing but strength, but even so, his t-cock grew hard--he wanted to say it was from adrenaline, but the musky scent of the workout room, feeling his muscles burn, and the memory of wetness on his thigh made him come alive. Pushing pushing pushing against the weight. He thought of pretty blue eyes and a soft smile...

"RAAAAAAAH!" Krauser snarled, pushing the weight above his head. It was a mistake. Making him weak. He needed to focus. He had fucked up before and it almost ruined his life. Not again.

Krauser slammed the heavy weights to the side, letting them crash to the floor. He leapt up heaving loudly, enjoying the cacophony of noise. The chaos that suddenly occurred in this small room excited him, and he felt powerful. He panted, face red and muscles bulging. He thudded his fist against his chest and laughed.

Life was about to get very hard for his rookie.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Leon sat alone in his quarters, loose black shirt, boxers and nothing else. He was freshly showered, wet hair dangling in his face. A simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a comfort good, sat on the counter untouched.

He had a small TV in his room and flipped through the channels, bored. So many pictures flashing by were men and women kissing or fucking. It made him remember what it was like to be kissed by Krauser--it felt like an entire ocean was drowning him. Something he couldn't escape from.

And then the bastard left him. All of that, and then gone.

Leon grabbed the sandwich and forced himself to take a bite. He hated the crust, but always made himself eat it. Before his mother died, she would always say that that was where the nutrients were. He was sure it was bullshit, but it reminded him of her, one of the only things that did, so he ate the fucking crust.

He watched an old movie on the screen, he thought it was called Pillow Talk, and leaned back. He wanted to talk to Krauser. Make things better. He...despite what a genuine asshole he was, Krauser had a soft side. A gentle side. The heart of an honorable leader. There was something that made him as shitty as he was, and Leon wanted to find it and cradle it.

The military would make that hard. But he wouldn't give up.

Leon flipped open his laptop, going to write an email to Sherry to try and get his mind off things. But no matter what he did, he couldn't summon a word.

All he could think of was pretty blue eyes and a cutting sneer.

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4 big guys and they bust on my eyes they eat my ass just like apple pie

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Trans leon trans leon

drew that meme with leon

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[wiltkingart]

i’ve got leon fever

[l1tw1ck]

Leon's New Tattoo

Bottom!FTM Leon x Top!AMAB Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,309 ☆

AFAB Language Used | [Breaking the Thermostat (Series)]

CW: Attempted Non-Con (Consensual Sex), Womb Fucking, Breeding, Lactation, Slight Cum Inflation

“You're doing so well, Leon.” You litter kisses along his torso. “You're such a good boy…”

Leon moans softly as he feels your cock inch further inside him. Almost there.

“Just a little more, baby.” You say softly, reaching for his hand. He quickly takes it and squeezes it, looking down at his bulging belly as your cock travels deep into his pussy. So close. So—

Leon gasps as he feels your cock hitting his cervix, causing him to jolt awake.

Leon soon realizes he was dreaming and frowns. If only it was real. Although he's never thought about getting his cervix penetrated. It sounds extremely painful and obviously impossible. But for some reason, he desires it now. Very, very strongly. He turns his head towards your bed and bites his lip.

The two of you have been sharing a motel room for a few days. You got paired up and needed to go out of town for a mission. It's now the night before you head back home.

“Captain…” He murmurs. It feels like he's on fire. His pussy is drenched, more so than normal. He's always liked you but it feels so much more intense tonight. He gets up from his bed and goes over to yours. If he wakes you up, would you be willing to give him what he wants? You're married. He’s convinced there's no way you would. If he were in his right mind, he'd go to the bathroom and take care of it himself. But he's not. Not in the slightest. It's not like masturbation would fix the problem anyways.

Leon practically rips his pajamas off then hops onto your bed. He quietly pulls back your covers and then your pants. He smiles at the outline of your cock in your underwear and then pulls it down, letting your length free. He drags his wet pussy along your cock to get you aroused. He notices that you're somehow growing even larger. He moves to sit on your thighs and licks his lips hungrily at the sight of your now hard cock.

“Captain…you're too big..” Leon hisses in pain.

“You can take it, baby, I know you can.” You kiss his cheek. “Just a little more.”

Leon looks up at you with a pained smile.

“Almost there…” You hit his cervix. Leon screams in pain. “Fuck..”

Leon looks up at you. “Keep going, Captain…” He says, his voice cracking. He wants it as much as you do.

You hit it again and again and—

You wake up moaning. You look at Leon in surprise. He’s equally shocked. “Leon?”

“Captain…” He looks away from you.

You notice he's naked and that…there's…has he always had a tattoo on his womb? And is it supposed to be glowing? You reach out and touch it, mesmerized. Leon twitches and moans in response. You keep touching it and Leon keeps reacting.

“Captain~!” Leon moans, squirting on your thighs and the hotel bed.

You need to fuck him. You need to force yourself into his womb and get him pregnant no matter what. You take Leon by his waist and slam him onto the bed. You can feel yourself getting hotter by the second but you pay it no mind. All you care about is getting inside him. You hurriedly sink your cock into him, his abnormal wetness allowing for an easier slide, and slam into his cervix.

“Oh~!” Leon cries out. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel much pain. He loves pain and it seems like it was dulled just enough to keep it at a pleasurable level. “Keep going!”

He doesn't have to tell you twice. You ram into him like an angry bull. The sound of your combined moans fill the room, likely leaking out into the hall and bothering the rest of the tenants. If anyone were to check either of your temperatures, you’d both be sent to the emergency room. The both of you are flushed and incredibly horny, neither of you have the ability to spare even a single thought for your conditions.

Leon throws his head back, his moan caught in his throat as you enter his womb. “Ah–” He manages to speak. “Captain~!”

“Leon–” You moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You take in his sweaty scent, strangely attracted to it in the same way a dog would be. His pussy feels so sloppy and tight, you keep hearing the squelches every time you thrust. It's like climbing stairs, every time you hear a beautiful sound from Leon or every time his pussy squeezes you, you go up a stair and get closer to your orgasm. “Gonna get you pregnant,” You suck on his neck.

Leon makes joyful noises in response. “Yes– I wanna have your babies, Daddy!”

You accidentally bite him, turned on by your new pet name. A spurt of cum enters Leon’s womb, and then more until it gets filled up practically half way. He reacts like he's been struck by lightning, twitching before freezing up and squirting.

Neither of you are tired yet.

“Not enough..” You mumble. Leon nods. “Not full enough.” You touch his tattoo, his cunt flexes weakly.

Leon looks at you with a face you swear is the most seductive and sexy expression you've ever seen on his face. You grab his legs and put him into a mating press, somehow reaching deeper inside his pussy. He grabs your shoulders and moans beautifully as you resume your rough thrusts. Your minds are fuzzy and you're both dizzy with lust, any reasonable thoughts have been thrown out the window. No matter what, you're gonna get him pregnant tonight.

“Ah- ah- mm- Daddy~!” He scratches your arms hard enough to make you bleed but you surprisingly don't feel any pain. “Fuck!”

“Leon!” You let out a guttural moan of pleasure as you manage to thrust even faster. His nails sink deeper into your skin. You grab one of his breasts and push it upwards. You lean in and start sucking on his nipple, your actions starting to become more desperate as you feel sweet tasting liquid inside your mouth. Leon mewls, squirting once again. You pant heavily as you continue climbing that flight of stairs.

“Just a little more, baby–” You bite your lip. He whimpers sweetly, not feeling overstimulated at all. Your movements become slower and lose their rhythm as you reach your orgasm. You moan his name as you now completely fill up his womb with your cum, his stomach getting slightly inflated.

The both of you collapse at the same time.

Leon’s eyes flutter open, a strong feeling of shock as he realizes he's cuddling with you with your soft cock inside of him. Memories from the night before come flooding into his mind, his face red with embarrassment. He slowly and skillfully moves away from you. He gasps at the amount of cum flowing out of him. He's definitely pregnant.

The tattoo is gone now. He touches his womb from the outside, no reaction.

“...Leon?” You wake up. He turns to look at you. “....Shit.”

“I don't know how to explain it..”

“Me neither. Did I hurt you?”

“No. I…” He looks away. “It was good…The only thing I regret is not doing it sober.”

“I feel the same way.”

He whips his head around. “You do?”

“I do. I’m in the process of getting divorced…if you want to wait…”

Leon nods quickly.

You smile then frown as you see your cum on the bed sheets. “You might be pregnant. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

Leon presses his hand against his stomach. “I don't know yet..”

“That's okay.” You hold his hand. You have a feeling that regardless of the outcome, things will only get better from here.

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Las plagas all over your body but you're looking good Sancho

[justaz]

merthur marriage of convenience. arthur is complaining that his council is on his ass about marrying and siring an heir and they keep trying to arrange marriages but arthur doesn't fucking want any of them. merlin knows that arthur would like to marry someone he loves but he also knows that arthur has shown no interest in like anyone except when he was enchanted so like...who tf is he gonna marry? he needs to marry someone to get the council off his ass so he's just like "why not marry a friend? ik it wouldn't be a marriage of love but at least you'd have some control and choice in this." and arthur is like "hm. but who tho?"

anyways they make a list of everyone they know who can bear children (bc arthur will need an heir eventually). then they narrow it down, crossing off names like gwen bc she is happily married to lancelot and in a loving relationship with morgana (she has two hands and i love morgwencelot) and morgana (she's literally arthur's sister but they were just putting every name they could think of down first) and elyan (he may be able to bear children but they know he wouldn't be happy going through it bc of medieval dysphoria). eventually it's down to two names, mithian and merlin and arthur looks at merlin's name then up at him and is like "you're literally a trained physician so you should know this but you were literally born a man...how tf are you gonna bear children?" and my beloved genderfluid magic incarnate emrys just shifts her form to female and is like "don't be an idiot. anyways, mithian or me?"

dumb idiot whipped and in love arthur is like "you" and dumb idiot whipped and in love merlin is like "bet". anyways they marry but they're very insistent it's just as friends. lol they have to consummate the marriage the losers. they insist they did that as friends too. the entire round table has way too much fun with this. anyways they remain married "as friends" as they slowly morph into a very loving and touchy relationship "as friends" until they're like casually kissing as greetings and farewells and have that moment of "oh shit we're like actually married and in love" bc they're stupid dumb idiots.

anyways they unite albion and are recognized as high king arthur and high queen merlin and finally have an heir - the high prince/princess whatever you prefer. uhhhh anyways merthur happy ending bc i'm a sucker for it.

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i’m thinking of writing a continuation to common tongue.. hmmn...