CILANTRO IM CRYING THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH

CILANTRO IM CRYING THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Sorry I couldn’t resist sending in another request 😮‍💨 just thinking abt riding Leon’s thick thigh whilst latching onto his beefy arms and letting him talk dirty into my ear, the brain rot is real 😔

"That's it, Sweetheart," Leon would practically sing. "Just like that."

Like music in your ears, you lavished in his sweet, sweet dirty words. Like fine tunes whispered gently on your ear. Gentle like the way his fingers pressed in your skin and maneuvered your hips to the rhythm of his song.

Swept in his trance, as your wet-slick pussy slid across his thigh, back and forth, back and forth, hitting that right note each time, you would moan his name, his beautiful, wonderful name that illicit excitement; that reminded him who was the conductor of your symphonies.

He rose his knee and pressed upon your cunt harder. "You sound so beautiful." Leon kissed your lips. "But I think you're holding something in from me."

Clenched in his arm, your fingers dug through the skin and you latched on his arms and held on as he quickened the tempo. Grinding and sliding your pussy as you rode his thigh. And surely, much to his pleasure, to hear your music: each word and each curse, Leon wouldn't stop indulging until your voice would break and he know your pretty clit was over-stimulate as your legs could only shake.

"You're such an angel," he would say. "Such an amazing angel, sweetheart. But you need to be careful with those words of yours because you have me a mad man."

since you're my fav matsu writer~ ✍ and 📚, i'm curious!!

♥️♥️ OMG thank you so much! 😭♥️♥️

📚 - omg so over on wattpad, there’s a fic called ‘subject to study’, and it’s a naga!matsus x reader by my bestie choose_the_adventure. It’s so good, I absolutely love it and I HIGHLY recommend it!And ofc ‘Lost and Found’ on ao3 by lunarmatsu, a gem of a fic ♥️

✍️ - I honestly would love to create more fics on the different aus/sets for the matsus! I have so many ideas and a lot of them that I’m working on the background so that I can get them out for you all one day, some of them including the youkai au, and a witch/demon au 😏 But ofc, the time I have to write is quite little atm so unfortunately the waiting game is gonna have to go on for a little while longer 😭😭

Thanks for the ask! ♥️♥️♥️

Leon S. Kennedy  &  Ashley Graham in Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)  

🎧🎮😍

🎧 - THIS IS SO HARD 😭😭 I can’t pick one it’s impossible LMAO especially between op 1,3,4 and 6. But since I have to pick one, I’ll choose the very first one. Not only cuz it’s good, but I also love how it’s used in the final episodes in the first two season, omg it’s epic

🎮 - ooooo I love denki mystery, the designs are beautiful and the story is intriguing. I also love the matsunoir set (I’m a sucker for mafia aus, srry not srry) and also the steampunk au cuz of the designs keke

😍 - I had to think abt this one real hard LMAO but I think the scene that made love Osomatsu was ep 24 (y’know… THAT episode), cuz I can understand his feelings of loneliness when he sees everyone around him leaving, and idk it just made me even more attached to him 🤣

Thanks for the ask! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Baby Making with Leon (NSFW)

Just dropping this off. I'll be leaving :)

“Are you sure? You really want to? You think we’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you shyly nodded. “I think I ready. Unless, you know, you aren’t?”

“No no,” he rapidly shook his head. “I think I am too.”

You see, we may have gotten papa Leon confidently impregnating his wife, an expert of cumming in the right spot that expelled his sperm deep enough that you were guaranteed pregnant, but Leon working on the first kid, now that was where he was unprepared.

Then day had started regularly for Leon. He woke up, poured himself a cup of coffee, read some news, basked in the newly bought home with his fiancé. The home wasn’t much, a home that really symbolized a first time home-owner who was barely beginning their next stage of life. One story, two bedrooms: one master and one guest. A small kitchen with a little dining room, a living room barely decorated, and one bathroom down the hall. But Leon liked the simplicity of it. He liked the idea of starting off small. And as he sipped his Folger’s coffee a little late that morning, Leon was happy: Everything was normal. 

“Leon,” he remembered you calling him name with that hoarsed voice of barely waking up. And he remembered thinking you looked beautiful, with the way the strap of your top hanging off your shoulder to give him that view of your chest with the bare canvas of your breast that were waiting for his morning kisses to be pressed. 

“Good morning, love,” he said as you curled into his hold and burrowed your head into his chest. Tip top, right on the spot, Leon kissed your head and nuzzled his nose. Further deep to spread his love, he noticed the stint in your back where he rolled thumb against.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

You never looked up at him as you shyly reacted to his concern. You shrugged, never making eye contact with him. And Leon could see you ponder and struggle to confess, he remembered the way your fingers folded into his tee and scatter your words together like a puzzle. 

“I was wondering—all night. You know, I’ve been kinda thinking about this for awhile, and since we’ve got this house now, and in a few weeks, we’re going to be married, and you know, maybe it’s time that we can try, you know, try for a family?”

And that was when Leon realized this it was no longer a regular morning. 

“Are you sure? You really want to? You think we’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you shyly nodded. “I think I ready. Unless, you know, you aren’t?”

“No no,” he rapidly shook his head. “I think I am too.”

He wasn’t. Uneducated and new, Leon was in fact a little scared. Of course, he’s came in you unprotected, countless of times, matter of fact, but all those times were when you were on birth control: always expecting no consequences. 

But this, this was different. It was different as he left his coffee on the half built dining table he carried you down the hall and to the bedroom on the left. Softly like satin, Leon place you down to the sheets before kissing you passionately with the reassurance that he needed. Tangled in his hair, he always loved when you played with his hair, the way that you would caress and brush with affection and love that  he lacked for so long. 

Pulling away from his tender kiss, you lied back on the bed, the soft pillows behind you with the ray of the morning sun that peaked through the sheer white curtains that molded you in like glory, like the radiating colors that crowned surrounded you like a holy artifact. This was new.

But like the old, he slipped your shorts down and spread your legs, pressed his fingers against your clit, and rolled to arouse you. And return, you gifted him moans, sounds so beautiful he nearly forgot what he was doing. 

“You ready?” You asked so sweetly.

“You bet I am.”

But he wasn’t—he was nervous— and he told himself, just like all the other times. Slip off his pants and give him cock a little tug— just like all the other times. But as he lied down on top of you this time, as he searched for consistency, for something he recognized in all the times you two have had sex, but all he could see in your eyes something different: There was no lust, no enticement or seductive excitement, but love. So much love and sincerity in your eyes that looked up to him with trust. 

He was so in love with you. 

With a hard swallow, he aligned and pushed himself into you, just like every other time he’s had sex with you. Thrusting his hips, it was nearly like the first time. With your fingers intertwined and a puff each time he pushed himself further into you. 

Just like every other time. 

But in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn’t trick himself. This was brand new. A new chapter in his life. Bigger than meeting you for the first time, bigger than accepting love in his crazy life, and bigger than committing the rest of his life to you. No, this was bigger. He was bringing life to this world. He was bringing a life, a child so fragile and vulnerable that he would now be responsible of. Did he deserve to? Does he have any right to do this? 

No, no he didn’t. He didn’t think he did. 

But he really wanted to. He always had. 

You let out a long sigh: Leon guessed you had came. Because your eyes would roll back, as the grip on his shoulders would grow tighter, and for a moment, Leon felt he was closer and closer to change—Leon never liked changed. It was almost as if change hated him, because change had included hell, included making him suffer and never giving him the chance to go back. 

But your fingertip played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Softly, tenderly as he listened to you with your pretty voice: “I can’t wait,” he heard you say. “I can’t wait to have your babies,” you moaned.

And it was if all the air he had was sucked out of him. His hips stuttered at the sight, the view of you lying vulnerably underneath him, asking him to give you kids. Damn it, you look beautiful. 

“My babies?”

Damn it, he loved you so much. 

And brashly, his thrust became harder, sloppier, as he smashed his hips roughly against yours. You yelped as your sensitive clit received another wave of pleasure as your body went with every movement Leon made. 

“Yes! Fill me up, Leon. Fill me with your babies!”

Damn it, he thought as he watched your breast bounced. Gloriously and beautifully, he imagined them grow in size during pregnancy. Round and plump, filled with milk that you would feed his child. You would be such a good mama. 

Such a good momma. 

Leon never stopped thrusting as he connected his salivating mouth onto your nipple, as he suckled and rolled his tongue over your bud. You would moan as you watched him lather his mouth over your skin, as he gripped it roundly, and rolled the other eagerly. He loved your beasts, he loved your skin. And hungrily he would imagine the beads of white that would form, that he would take and pinch out excitedly.

“Leon,” you cried, but was covered by his mouth on yours, as his tongue drew deeply, taking and conquering your moans that he would drink with ease. Oh, he loved you. He loved you so much. 

Leon came into you. Hot ropes of fertilizing cum that filled you full of all his love—he held there in place, realizing what he had just done. 

He pulled out and stared. Stared at the white oozing out your slit and begin to drip down onto the sheets. And without a second thought, without consideration, Leon brought his fingers and pressed his white cum back into your cunt. 

So this was baby making? Admiring watching all his release being pushed back into your throbbing pink slit. Amazing.

He looked at you, who wore the swollen red lips and harsh dark pink blush brazened across your chest with all the marks he left, and he wondered why he hadn’t done this earlier. It was wonderful, amazing, probably the best sex he had ever had with you; probably the best love he’s ever created, ever felt. Never ever so intimate, never been or seen you so excited. 

Because he absolutely loved you and his family that was yet to be born. 

“You know,” Leon finally spoke. “I think I got some more in me.”

Yeah, he was ready. He was defiantly ready to fuck some babies into you. 

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it