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Every word that starts with an N should have a silent G in front. Gnorway. Gnuclear. Gnervous system. Gnipples.

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UPDATE

i am still active, but I’ve been picking up shifts and having a lot of vacations to get over with lol

once all that is out of the way, I should have a bit more free time to post. I AM WORKING ON ALL REQUESTS I HAVE RECEIVED SO FAR

thank you for your patience and I’m so sorry I can’t curb my adhd and social life to post fics (trust me, if I could, I would lol) 🙏

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i love you purple i love you lavender i love you lilac i love you wisteria i love you violet i love you mauve i love you periwinkle i love you amethyst i love you

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addicted to overanalyzing music and applying it to my ocs

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Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons

Headcanon A:  realistic

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

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Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps

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Update

little sick atm but still working on all of the requests so far, they’re coming, I promise :’)

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i just know eddie gives the best fucking head. like, he wouldn't stop fingering you even after you'd cum so many times and when you squirt he'd drink it all up ALL WHILE he's humping the bed 🫠

you had no right to make me this horny

18+ mdni — afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, tongue fucking, overstimulation, squirting, dry humping, praise and degradation, dumbification? pussy drunk eddie

laying in bed with your boyfriend feels like you're safe in a sanctuary in the clouds up above; everything is timeless in the tangled limbs that stay unmoving, room hushed with your even breathing, tranquil in the way you both run each others hands in your unkempt hair as you try to lull yourselves to sleep.

however, it's not like that today.

no, today, eddie has decided to set heaven on fire; let himself fall into hell before he rises in his devilish glory. and immediately does the angel submit to him in her salacious desideratum. now with his arms tangled with your legs, his stomach on the bed while yours was your arching back. your hands both on the sheets and his scruffy hair while his lock your stomach down onto the sheets.

and his head, delved in between your legs; growling as it appeases his satisfaction but nevertheless still not enough in the abundance of your arousal coating the bottom half of his face.

you're mewling. loud and undisturbed; unbothered by the fact that people could hear. your shared grunts and moans along with the squelching of your overstimulated cunt could be mistaken as a pornography — especially with the way he speaks, the way your body moves and the way his hand fucks you into immobility.

"god, ‘y taste like fucking heaven," eddie groans against your pussy, hands leaving your stomach to let his thumbs open your petals and press the flat of his tongue against you. "like a burning paradise, baby."

"oh fuck. fuck fuck, eddie!" you gasp, almost scream when he fucks his tongue inside your gaping hole that his thick fingers previously stretched. you clamp down on the thick muscle, his groan vibrating against you that your eyes roll to the back of your head, almost pulling his hair out of his scalp. "yeah, baby, just like that,"

and he's feasting on you like a man famished to death, nipping and licking and sucking all of its unholy nectar. eddie pushes your ass up until your hands hold the back of your knees, digging his tongue in to the hilt, fucking you with occasional head shaking and vibrating grunts.

you feel like you're in hell with the way your body burns with unfathomable pleasure. you squeeze your bare tits, tugging on your nipples that intensify the arousal to feed him. eddie removes his tongue, goes back to suckling on your puffy clit and shoves his fingers back in you.

"tell me how good it is," he demands, soft but rough in the edge of his words. "tell me how good it feels that you're taking my fingers."

three of them. inside you. fast and unstoppable he could make his biceps finger merely at the act of fingering you. you open your mouth to say something, eyes still closed as your eyebrows scrunch in pleasure. "i-fuck. ah—"

embarrassment overwhelms you with the way you slur and babble his praise. the words ‘feels so fucking good eddie. i want you to fuck me until i can't walk. fucking break my back and split me in half, i don't care. just fuck me’ never leave your mouth because he's got you so drunk on his fingers.

"i what?" he mocks, condescendingly. "little slut's too drunk on my fingers. wonder what happens when i've got my cock up at that pretty hole of yours."

eddie's told you before that the sound of your pussy quenching on either his cock, mouth, or fingers was way better than metal. the way it sends his blood down his thick cock, the way it has him humping his stained mattress like a needy virgin.

his cock brushes against it the right way, and his fingers hit that spongey spot over and over again that you feel it coming for the fifth time this afternoon. "eddie, i'm— close! god, so fucking close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" eddie nips at your folds, suckling at your clit before he rubs it with his other hand. and his tongue never stops its up and down motion on your sensitive cunt, all swollen and red like his lips. "fucking cum for me or you're not getting any dick."

you do as you're told. you lay with your back arched in the undertow, the white hot climax drowning you in this large wave albeit it barely sets the flames off as you cum with a scream — a lewd sound that comes out almost croaky with your tired voice, and your ears hear the melody of the gushing between your legs and his stupefied moans.

eddie's mouth opens and encloses around the hole that spurts out the transparent orgasm, his face decorated with the white streaks of your cum and the rivulets of arousal dripping down his cheeks and the hair above his forehead.

and fucking ozzy, he's drinking it as he's humping the bed, nevermind the fact that your back is arched and you're moaning for too long; your hands on his hair tug and pull and push him closer to your cunt as the squirting never slows.

yet he doesn't stop, unbothered by the painfully euphoric pain of the way his fingers slot back inside you just to fuck you in a pace so fast he's making you squirt more in his face. if he'd come out right after this, people would have mistaken that he took a shower.

"that's it, babygirl," he licks up from your hole to your clit, groaning at the way your squirting hinders until there's a whole pool beneath your ass up to halfway your spine. "god, you're so fucking hot."

when he comes up to hover over you, he's grinding his jeans against your bare pussy that a wet patch's created on his crotch. and next thing you know — he's in your place, crying and moaning as you suck his cock with a face of jovial revenge.

k bye this was hot i'm going to bed

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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I think it’s safe to say Araki was inspired by Princess Bride with this idea

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as an author who has tumblr on both my phone and laptop, i find it infuriating that some font and sizes don’t carry over from pc to mobile. my recent post looks so ugly on my phone that I’m just going to have to fix it out of pure infuriation and annoyance >:(

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Could I request something in where during Part 3 of JJBA a Zeppeli reader is one of DIO’s minions and comes across the SDC and maybe the reader has something of Caesars like his bandanna or the reader introduces themself to the Crusaders and Joseph is in disbelief and believes that the reader is being controlled by a flesh bud due to the history of the Zeppelis and the Joestars only to find out that the reader isn’t being controlled. I’m not used to requesting so if it doesn’t really make any sense I’m sorry.

i think i understand what you’re saying! hope you don’t mind that it’s in a headcanons format :)

> warning for death & mild gore (?)

type: request fandom: jjba part 3- stardust crusaders pairing: joseph & enemy! zeppeli! reader word count: 1066 warnings: mild death & gore mentions

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being a joestar came with a lot of responsibility, maybe this was destined, maybe it was an accident. 

regardless, joseph knew this and deep-down had always been prideful to be the one enforcing the responsibilities bestowed upon him.

everything changed when caesar died.

having been mid-battle with the pillarmen at the time, he didn’t have much time to grieve. his focus was driven towards revenge, and saving the world of course.

he’d wear that badge cockily if his close friend didn’t die.

after finishing the fight with the pillarmen and successfully sending kars off into space, joseph returned to rome, and he, along with lisa lisa, sought out caesar’s family, more specifically his mother, younger siblings, a few of his lovers, and affair babies.

your parent was one of his children, making him your grandfather.

they were maybe the one most upset by the news.

caesar was such an amazing dad, he had been at your grandmother’s beck and call when it came to raising your parent, as he had been with all his babies.

feeding them, teaching, reading, talking, playing with them.

when he visited, they were at his hip constantly.

they were all watery eyed and snotty when their mother and joseph explained the situation to them.

joseph, having recently processed the fact that caesar was gone, felt extreme sympathy and remorse for them, giving them the bandana caesar gifted him.

“take good care of this. as long as you have this, his memory will live on through you.”

he unknowingly passed caesar’s hamon back to them, as not all of the zeppeli children were gifted with hamon.

they looked up at him with misty eyes, before tying caesar’s bandanna around their forehead.

fast-forward a few years, your parent explains the situation to you as well.

your parent passes the bandana onto you.

when you first put it on, it was like you could feel caesar all around, light and airy, like your grandfather’s spirit was choosing you specifically to carry on the joestar-zeppeli solidarity legacy.

However, your misunderstanding of the situation and hatred grew, much as caesar’s hatred had grown towards his father, and even more so upon first meeting joseph, since he blamed the joestars’ for his father’s absence.

you skipped the stage where you realized you were incorrect about the joestars.

joseph is now an old man, and you are around eighteen.

you journey to cairo and meet up with Dio, whom you learn, through your mother, is an adopted joestar, dedicated to bringing down the rest of the joestars.

you’re so set on avenging your grandfather that when you meet Dio, he finds no reason to fleshbud you.

you target the stardust crusaders at the outskirts of singapore after their fight with yellow temperance.

you monologue your goal to the crusaders after ambushing them, and it all clicks for joseph.

it’s all too familiar for him, the blonde hair, italian accent, the zeppeli-cockiness, and when you finally reveal you’re there to avenge your grandfather, he is shocked to say the least.

“you know them, old man?” the one in the black, japanese-style, high-school uniform asks.

“not directly, but they’re the grandchild of my late best friend! caesar zeppeli!” joseph shouted, still in shock.

“don’t you dare say his name!” you’d spit cruelly, raising your weapon. “i’m here to fight you, joseph joestar, and you alone! you are the reason my grandfather died!”

“if they’re pickin’ a fight with one of us, they’re pickin’ a fight with all of us.” the man with tall, silver hair says, getting into a defensive fighting position.

“calm down polnareff, i’m sure this is only a misunderstanding.” the one in egyptian garments reasons.

joseph starts again, hands raised in some sort of a peace gesture “kid, I’m sure we can reason…” 

you cut him off, insisting that your lord dio gave you full permission to execute the eldest joestar.

“yare yare, another fleshbudded parasite…” the schoolboy scoffed, the whole group giving an acknowledging nod in agreement.

until you reveal that you aren’t flesh-budded.

joseph gapes ones more

he’s shocked to his core, it’s heart-wrenching how much you remind him of caesar, yet how unlike the two of you are as well.

He attempted to reason with you, truly uninterested in fighting someone so young and uneducated.

you’re persistent, and eventually it becomes clear he’s going to have to fight you.

you’re only a hamon user, so it’s honorable that joseph uses just hamon as well.

swallowing his pride, he has to accept the bitter fact that not everyone he faces will be on his side, not everyone who has history with his bloodline is a devoted ally.

the fight is, unfortunately for you, quick. you lose, of course.

your body lying on the ground, bloody, beaten, and filthy with the dust of the desert. blood and dirt is caked in your hair, and your face is swollen and bruised to the point that it’s almost unrecognizable. joseph was sure he broke your nose as well.

he rips himself away from the fighting grounds the second your body falls to the ground, gloved hand covering his face, shadowed by the savanna hat he wore.

“are you alright, mr. joestar?” kakyoin questioned in concern, both him and avdol following joseph as he marched off.

tears stung in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel great remorse. caesar would be ashamed, so ashamed, he was thinking.

he was convinced that he failed his late best friend.

jotaro and polnareff stood over your motionless body, jotaro with his hands in his pockets, and polnareff reaching down to sling your limp body over his shoulders.

“what should we do with them?” the frenchman asked, turning towards jotaro.

“dump them in an alleyway? you all seem to be forgetting that this scum is one of dio’s foot soldiers. they were treated with accordingly. who cares if their grandfather had some history with the old man?” jotaro insisted with a scoff as he walked towards an abandoned alleyway, leading the way for polnareff.

“guess you’re right.”

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