#ween🍍

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Answer honestly (please say yes)

I feel like using something bee themed with me is cheating 🤨

the answer is yes

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Holy sugar

Ween this is this omg o want nothing more

Leon’s actually a really good driver, he just crashes things because why not He does the thing when he backs anything in

Not self-indulgent at all.

Adult content: car sex, gagged with panties

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[vaaaaaiolet]

happy Halloween!! here is ur treat

SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET OH MY GOODNESS

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO YOU CORA!!!! i hope you got the bestest biggest candy bars of all time please you deserve the enormous $60 ones at the hershey factory in vegas for this I ADORE YOU <33333

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Curious to see what you think of Marco

Give me a character and I will answer: MARCO

I love Marco, my favorite pineapple 🍍

Prompt credit @agayconcept

◇Why I like them: I'm always drawn to characters that can seem calm ans collected and fuck shit up in 2 seconds. Marco is wonderfully written as a calm strong doctor but with the Phoenix fruit he can turn into a dangerous creature and wreck shit up, my kinda character. Though his attire can be questionable xD

◇Why I don't like them: I love them

◇favorite episode/scene: since he doesn't have the most screen time i love every scene with him, especially the neon flames and when he transforms. I love the colored and fluid motions/animations ♡♡♡♡

◇Favorite line: "Yoi" i love the accent they give him lol its hecken cute

◇favorite outfit: i love the white shirt and black pants he has the next time he is seen after marinford.

◇OTP: Ace and Thatch, either individual or a trio. Nothing can change my mind. NOTHING

◇Brotp: Izou and Deuce

◇Headcannon: I don't have any headcannons for him yet of my own but I love that Oda cannonly states that if his ween was cut off he could regenerate it with his phoenix powers and it makes me giggle

◇unpopular opinion: None

◇A wish: I could give him a hug

◇A-Oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: that he dies is pretty much the only thing aside from he better never change his hair, the pineapple look is amazing on him.

◇5 words to describe them: fruity, handsome, delicious, friendly, and amazing cause I said so

◇nickname: pineapple, birdy, Phoenix

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I miss you sm

I MISSED YOU TOO!

GIVING THE BIGGEST KISS TO YOU RN WEEN

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You still like me!! Thank god.

ALWAYS!! YOU AINT GETTIN RID OF ME!! 😤😤

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I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

This my job 💕

Oh ween you sweet sweet lovely baby 🥰

I hope its a good job, do they pay you well?? do I need to pay you? 😨

(i forgot to post this?? its been sat in my drafts all day apparently im so sorry 😭)

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Pls ween i love it so much, im so feral, it so so good. I’m gonna be thinking about this all weekend, i can tell

Bee's fic inspired me to finally get this one out of the drafts😵‍💫

On a day of freedom, Leon takes you to a donut shop, one that has your missing posters.

CW Yan!Leon, Smut, PinV, kidnapping, non/dub-con, Leon being a dick.

Two months of monotonous hell and not a chance of escape.

Waking up, the sun began filtering through the blinds, painting the room a soft, orange hue.

Carefully steadying your breath, you lift your head off Leon's chest to glance at the clock.

Too early, don't wake him up.

You slowly lay back down, gazing at him. His features were so peaceful in the golden morning light, highlighted by sunbeams that danced through the window and made him look almost angelic. A small smile touched your lips as you let yourself imagine a different possibility that was much sweeter than this one.

If only you had met him normally. If only he had just asked you out on a small coffee date, you would have said yes in a heartbeat; he was everything you were looking for.

Your body tenses as his hand rubs your back, pulling you out of your musings.

So close

"Good morning" his sleepy voice croaked.

"Good morning; how'd you sleep?" 

"The best in a while, thanks to you."

His hand continues to leave feather-light touches; as much as you want to hate him for what he's done to you, a part of you is drawn to him. Maybe it's his charm because he made sure he's the only person you have left, and you craved interaction.

He pulls you in for a kiss; His lips are soft and warm.

You know that you have to play along in order to survive. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he deepens the kiss you can taste last night's alcohol on his breath but ignore it. It's better to pretend that you're enjoying this, better to keep up the façade that you're falling for him. 

Gently rolling into the soft mattress, you pull him over you; he stares into your eyes, laced with slight confusion, waiting for the resistance he was sure to come like it always did; when it didn't, a small smile creeps across his face.

Cupping his face, you pull him in for another kiss, heart pounding in your chest as his hands move to your hips; he deepens the embrace, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine as your fingers entwined in his hair.

You lean into his touch as his fingers glide to your thighs with an electrifying tenderness, teasing you with the barest graze.

He runs a finger along your slit, drinking in the quiet moan that leaves you as he dips into your already soaked slit, your hips rolling into his hand.

"Please..."

"Shh...Be a good girl and take this for me."

He pumps another finger inside you, curling it rhythmically. His thumb rubs circles against your clit.

You throw your head back, pushing over the edge, bucking against his hand. He works you through your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers, bringing you down gently.

Groaning at the divine sight of your head pushed into the pillows, mouth opening in a silent cry, he pulls his fingers free before shoving them into your mouth.

"Suck."

You hazily comply, closing your lips around his digits and swirling your tongue over them sloppily. His breath shudders, cock twitching against you as his fingers thrust between your lips, fucking them into your mouth.

He pulls them free, pulling your lip down as he grins. "Good girl."

You whimper as his fingers knead your thighs again, parting them wide before settling himself in between them.

His cock slips up against your dripping cunt, slicking along your folds. His hand settles on your hip, pressing down firmly as he guides himself inside you.

You whine, toes curling as he pushes in

His eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you again and again.

"Fuck- you feel so good"

His words are mumbled, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder as his hips thrust into you, moving your fingertips to slide over his shoulder and down his back, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

His hips snap forward, your lips parting in a breathy moan as his cock drags over your walls, and you clench around him.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up"

You feel his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look up, sweat dripping from his temple. You kiss him softly and he groans, his thrusting picking up again.

"Gonna make me cum acting all sweet like that" nipping at your skin as he drives into you.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. You can feel the tightening in your abdomen, your core clenching around him.

His cock twitches, dragging over you in thick, pulsing thrusts as his moans grow louder and louder in your ear.

His voice cracks as you feel his cock throb, a groan muffled into your skin as he pumps you full.

You tremble, arching your back as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, his mouth on your neck as his thrusts slow. His soft moans in your ear are muffled by his teeth scraping your skin.

"Fuck" his hips stop as he falls against you; you can feel the thud of his steady heartbeat against your chest.

You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself sink further into the pillows as your eyes close.

The room falls quiet, you both taking the time to catch your breaths. His head shifts, nuzzling to your shoulder before he lifts himself up onto his hands, kissing you softly as he pulls himself free from you. You shudder at the feeling.

"Come on, let's go shower," he murmurs, his voice low.

Letting him help you out of bed before he leads you into the bathroom, running the hot water before stepping in with you.

Pulling you close as the hot water pours down over both of you. You sink against him, leaning into his chest as his hands slide down your back to your hips.

"Isn't it much more enjoyable when you behave?" he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Finishing the shower, you turn off the water and step out, handing him a towel as you do. He dries himself, then helps dry you, letting his hands wander over your body again.

"I have to go to work now, but I'll let you stay up here, alright?."

you nod

He waits a second, expecting you to continue talking. He's slightly annoyedby your lack of response

"I have a special plan for tonight as a reward." He pulls you in for a final hug; then he lets go.

You watch him get dressed, admiring how the suit hugs his form. You've seen him wear it a few times now, and it looks good on him. When he's finished, he looks over at you.

"Don't disappoint me."

You wave him goodbye as he leaves. 

The thought of escaping crossed your mind, but you hardly think you could make it very far considering you had no idea where you were. so you tuck the idea away for now, not wanting to dwell on hopelessness of your situation on your free day.

You get dressed in one of the outfits he laid on the dresser for you.

The day was long, so you do the next best thing and explore.

You sit on the couch, flipping through channel after channel, not finding anything you really want to watch, you make your way to the bedroom and start looking through everything, theres bound to be something for you to do

you find books and magazines, but nothing worth wile.

You opt to just lay in bed, maybe he'll bring you something to do next time if you'd ask him nicely.

You wake up to light pushing on your shoulder, in your groggy state you slap it away alot harder than you intended to

"That wasn't very nice of you."

his dark voice ripped you from your sleep, shooting up, you apologize profusely not wanting to end up on his bad side when you did so well all day.

"Fix yourself up and meet me at the door."

His was being short, which meant he wasn't happy. the nasty feeling of dread sinks in the pit of your stomach and stays there like a stone.

The car ride was awkward, the silence hung heavy and it wasn't going to be you that brakes it, the running air conditioning being the only grace.

He takes you to a small donut shop you've never heard of; he ushers you to a small booth in the corner. 

Shuffling into the seat facing the wall, you glance around; it is cozy.

Without giving you much time to adjust, he pushes the newspaper towards you, his expression unchanging.

"Look under there."

Furrowing your brows, you pull the newspaper to the side

It takes you a second to process what you're looking at.

You stand transfixed on the poster, eyes widening as you absorb its vivid red and black colour

you know the face is supposed to be you, but the person that stares back looks nothing like what stands in front of the mirror anymore; it's a haunting reminder of the life taken from you, a life he took in a matter of seconds.

The rage boiling within your veins sears your skin from the inside out.

No wonder he let you come with him today; he wanted you to realize just how unrecognizable you had become. The fight was over.

Your eyes sting with tears; you don't even care enough to try and wipe them away, the tear splashing onto the paper, seeping into it so the ink bleeds slightly when you run your thumb over your printed-out face.

"Be good" his voice heavy with expectation

It wasn't a choice; it was a demand.

He expected obedience: not an answer or a sound out of you.

Sliding out of the booth, he makes his way to the counter.

Clutching the poster to your chest, you slump into yourself; the once spacious room feels like it's suffocating you. You take a deep breath, just wishing there was some way you could wake up from this nightmare.

Pushing the poster back under the paper and shoving it as far away from you as possible, you can't stand to look at it anymore. 

"That bad, huh?"

his voice breaks through your misery, along with the clanging of the tray on the table and clinking of the glass as he sets yours in front of you

Looking at the tray, a donut. You haven't had sweets in a while, so you should be excited, especially since he kept you on the bare minimum to keep you complacent.

Grabbing one of the donuts, he takes a bite before speaking, pulling the poster back into your view and taunting you.

"It's so sad, isn't it? A poor helpless girl, just up and gone with no one to find her" his faux 'concern' dripped with sarcasm

"I wonder what happened to her. Cut up on the side of the road, perhaps? Or maybe floating down some river with weights attached to her ankles."

He took a sip of his drink with an overtly faked smile

He kept going

"Or maybe, she just ran away to live a happy life with her loving husband, so he can protect her from all the dangers in the world; I like that option much more. Now eat your donut."

Staring at him unblinking as he shoved the donut closer to you,

you felt a deep sense of disgust for the man sitting across from you.

"Eat, or we're cutting our little date short."

You know that disobedience never ends well. So you reluctantly take a bite of the donut; normally, it would be a welcome taste, but this time it makes your stomach churn, the sweetness of the pastry contrasts heavily with the bitterness of your thoughts

can you live a life where you are constantly under the control of a monster?

You take a deep breath, trying to push away these negative thoughts.

Finishing the donut, you put the plate back on the tray; he finishes the last of his coffee and places the cup down.

"It's time to go now."

You trailed behind him like the loyal pet he had trained to listen and respond. You wished you could defy him, but you knew that any resistance would only lead to more hurt and after today, there's no fight left in you, nothing but a gnawing emptiness of a life you can never live.

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Or yesterday technically maybe 🤔

Either way

Was today!! You were right!

I just got home!!! I am officially graduated tho

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I hope it wasn't too stressful today 🥰

It went well!! I got soaked 🧍‍♀️ but I had a good time

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Ween I love you so much omg

SO I LEARNED HOW TO 3D MODEL SOME STUFF LAST NIGHT WHEN TRYING TO MOD AND

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Suddenly the ghosts are acting up

Suddenly the ghosts in my house bother me

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Why you cropping me out the picture???

Oh to be under his desk during a meeting 🥴

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As they should always be 😌

C’mon Bunny

Summary: Leon’s sick of your Brattiness

RE6!Leon x F!Reader 

CW: MDNI, 18+, PinV, Brat!Reader, breeding, Daddy, Leon calls reader bunny, spanking, implied age gap. If I have missed anything, please let me know.

Word count: 1.1K

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I love you ween

Let me help

Summary: You put your stepbrother in his place

RE2 Stepbrother!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

CW: MDNI, 18+, STEPCEST, fingers, thigh riding (leon), mutual masturbation, slight breeding, female anatomy for reader. Leons a bit of a brat? Readers a little mean, if your squint. If I have missed anything please let me know

Just because I write this does not mean I condone it in real life.

Word count: 2.5K

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oinko; new here btw!! i love ur content sm,, most of my lil drafts are just heavily inspired by ur works, works of art istg! >=]

anyways i asked around a few other authors here asw cuz i just reactivated tumblr and im new to re ff writing haha..

i figured the nanny x leon would consist of leon ruthlessly talking shit about his wife lol, just my issues speaking haha.

Welcome back to tumblr!

I think you'll definitely fit in around here!!

Ahhh! I love that! the fact that I've inspired someone else to write some stuff is just

NO BECAUSE I THINK THE SAME.

Absolutely ruthless about everything wife does(or doesn't do)

Thrusting into you roughly from behind, the counter digging into your hips, likely to leave bruises tomorrow

"I come home every day and there's always shit piled up in front of the door, toys all over the goddamn place" He growls into your ear

"All I want is for her to tidy up but she can't even manage that" his voice heavy with annoyance

He slaps your ass hard with his open hand, the sound of his palm against your skin echoing around the room, the sting leaving a burning heat in its wake.

"She hasn't spread her legs for me in months, can't even get her to open her mouth once in a while either"

Moaning as you push back, arching your back as his pace increases, a soft sob escaping your lips.

"And now I'm stuck with that. No fun in the bedroom and she has the nerve to give me attitude as well after everything I do for her"

He grabs your hair, pulling back on it roughly, a strangled gasp leaving you as he moves faster.

"But you, always so willing to bend over, to be my little fuck toy, you don't even talk back. You're so perfect for me"