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peptothesi · 1 year

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Valentine's Day prompts with jojo's? Sign me tf up. Can I get an 18 with Jonathon pretty please??

Take care my love

Jonathan x Reader

I didn’t know whether to do Y/n taking care of Jonathan or vice versa so I’ve come up with something. This is probably nothing of what you had in mind but I did my best 😭.

Jonathan gets caught in a scrap and Y/N helps much to Jonathan’s dismay and it causes a row. But all ends well and they make out.

Warning: suggestive themes ig?? No smut though, cursing(how much idk but it’s still cursing)

You huffed as you marched through the open doorway, your big lug of a partner following you in pursuit. Funny enough your harsh big steps couldn’t move a hair compared to Jonathan’s “soft” steps which made the room shake in his attempt.

Speaking of, the room was pristine as if it knew it would have guests over, the bed was made neatly the dark blue covers snug against its mattress, the dark oak bookshelf dusted and organised in alphabetical order, they curtains hung lowly but barely hid the moon glaring in at you for intruding the peace.

You flopped yourself on the bed, groaning as you melted into the cotton covers. It felt like a much needed warm hug that you were much to upset to ask Jonathan for.

His words bounced in your minds

You gripped the sheets under your hands, hissing at the fiery feeling of the bruising and skin breaking on your knuckles as they extruded from your hard cling to the bed.

You heard the door click shut and attempted to bury your face into the dark blue and hope to never leave it’s comfort but the sound of a drawer opening and closing paired with quiet clicks of steel latches made you annoyed.

You didn’t want to bandage up and get better, you wanted to feel the fire in your veins and the light weight on your shoulders. Which in your mind felt like wings, you wished the could carry you away from this.

You were never violent but it felt right to get everything out even if it had nothing to do with how you got into this scenario. You felt every guilt and every stress that landed your way be stripped away from you as you knocked some lad’s teeth out.

But looking back you could see the shocked and disappointed look in Jonathan’s eyes as you pulled yourself away and triumphantly watch the lowlifes scramble away home to their parents.

You remember pushing him about it and yelling, in the wide green field where anyone could have heard you but you didn’t care, you thought you did good, but a word never left his lips as he walked you back to his home.

Even thinking about it you were upset, why wouldn’t he say anything why did he look at you like you were fragile when you weren’t. You wanted to strangle the words from his larynx and understand.

But you couldn’t, you loved him too much to do so. You respected him too much to do so. You remember seeing him being pushed around by those men and not do anything, you watched as they knocked him down and hit him. You remember bounding your way over and beating them silly, it wasn’t until they actually hit you back were Jonathan stopped trying to pull you away but full on knocked the guy over.

You couldn’t help but smile ignoring the various hot and sore parts of your face as you recall the man landing on a soft patch on his bum.

You felt the bed dip under Jonathan’s weight and his strong hands attempt to reach out for yours but you pulled away hastily and slid them between your form and the mattress.

You heard Jonathan sigh and felt his hand on your hip and gently rolled you over, smiling softly at, what you could only feel by the stinging of your skin was, your battered face.

You looked back at him but refused to let your arms leave from their tight form against your body crossing them over each other in a way your could only reference to a dead body.

Jonathan reached back for your hands, your body betrayed you and your tightened arms melted to allow Jonathan have access to them to wrap them. Your hand felt so small in his, this was always the case with Jojo he was big and you were small, you hated how useless you felt beside him.

But he never would on purpose make you feel useless, he made you feel safe, he made you feel like you could take down anyone.

Then why did he hold you back?

Why didn’t he fight?

You were ripped from your thoughts when the stinging sensation of rubbing alcohol dabbed at your knuckles, you attempted to pull your hand away but you were caught as his warm hand that once held your knuckles gently, now made it’s place firmly onto your forearm just below your wrist.

“Y/n let me patch you up” his grip loosed until you tried to pull your hand away, which made him sigh in a slightly annoyed tone.

“No, I’ll do it later.” You stated “Now leave off and go to bed.”

“Y/n let me do this for you” Jonathan pleaded his hand clumsily dabbing the swab directly into your cuts making you hiss and pull harder.

“No! I can take care of it!” You insisted attempting to pull your body away “I’m well able to Jonathan why do you forget that!”

“I know you can I never said you couldn’t and I would never forget but as your boyfriend it’s my job to look after you!” Jonathan said sternly putting down the dab and reach for a gauze on the bedside table.

“Now hold still please this won’t take long.” You took your other hand and slapped the gauze out of his and pulled harder, you took the opportunity of his shock to escape his hold and make your way to the door.

Your wrist was grabbed again brushing harshly against a purple bruised on your arm, you were pulled back into a tight hold, your shoulders were gripped firmly and refused to loosen as you tried to wiggle out of the hold.

You look up your eyes full of a stubborn glare but softened as you were met with soft blue eyes looking down at you hiding under his furrowed brow.

“Y/n you’re behaving like a child! Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it!”

“No ! Why do I have to give you an answer when you can’t even be bothered to answer my own question !”

“I- I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bullshit! You do! You want me to answer you? Then answer mine first you bastard! Why are you so upset that I fought for you! Why did you try stop me after you got the shit kicked out of you! Why did you look so disappointed Jonathan!”

“ I stopped you because I respect you too much!” His hands gripping you by the shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked baffled, your eyes furrowed.

“ I hate to see you less of who you are.” He removes you from his chest and cups your face looking into your eyes. “I will always support you and your decisions but I cannot bear to see you loose yourself when you know better.”

“They hurt you I couldn’t sit by and watch”

“I hurt more to see you put yourself in that situation” he rubs his large thumb over your swollen cheekbone “look at your darling face, I’ll have to bandage it up next my love”

“ Jonathan?” Your breath hitched “I’m- I’m sorry”

“Don’t be after all I would have done the same and you would give me the same lecture and all” “I’m just happy you’re yourself again love”

“Jonathan..” you grab onto his sleeveless wool jumper and bring his lips to yours.

Your eyes fluttering shut in sync as your lips mould together, you hiss as the cut on your lip opens as the kiss heats up.

“Oh darling we should fix that”

“Not yet” you pull him back in to kiss “not yet” you growl into the kiss, your hands entangle in his navy hair.

Your tongue licks his lower lip, you taste the iron oozing from the crack in your lip, it tastes strange with the sweet of Jonathan’s lips, he groans into the kiss letting your tongue work through his mouth and dance with his in a passionate dance.

His hands clutch onto your hips to keep him grounded, this kiss was much more heated than usual. Usually it would be soft and passionate with Jonathan in control, but while this was passionate it felt as if you both had burst into flames, his skin became unbearably warm.

Whenever one tries to pull away for oxygen the other would pull them back right in and take their breath away. You both drank each other’s noises in, Jonathan’s whimpers and groans were enough to fuel a needy fire in you.

One of your hands moved from his hair, which was being pulled and tugged much to your and Jonathan’s pleasure, to his collar. Your hand fiddled with his tie and removed it and threw it over your shoulder.

Jonathan pulled away much to your dismay but you now drank in the mess you made of him, his face was red matching his lips were swollen his hair was messy and stuck up all tied together with Jonathan panting for breath, he caught your wrists before you could unbutton his shirt and explore the vast hot body that hid beneath.

“Are you sure?” “I don’t want to feel obliged to this”

“I am very sure”” Let me take care of you, joestar “

Jonathan’s face turned into a dark red almost plum colour and gulped comically, but brought your lips back to his as he guided your jaw with his hand.

This kiss was like a usual kiss, soft but it lasted much longer and it

You guide yours and Jonathan’s body back to the bed and lied him down before throwing your legs over his muscular thighs to straddle him.

Your fingers ran down his chest and played with the buttons on his button down, Jonathan hums into the kiss as his hands hold the back of your neck and your upper back.

(I know it’s no longer February but I get lazy and I end up coming up with new shit that I probably won’t finish but oh well)

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jonathan joestar x reader #i tried

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peptothesi · 1 year

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The fact i was happily binging through your ffs and I've run out is absolutely criminal

I’m so glad you were enjoying them!! If you ever have an idea, my request box is always open to requests <3

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure

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peptothesi · 1 year

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Preach

let me make powerful men cry while they're on their knees. just once. pls.

#sub!billy hargrove #sub!matt murdock #sub andrew garfield #sub tasm peter #male sub #sub battinson #sub!jake sully

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peptothesi · 1 year

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A 10 indeed

Sportacus x Reader

You braced yourself with a deep breath as you twisted the knob of your door and winced when you felt the sun shine on you as you stepped outside onto your barely used ‘Welcome’ mat. The brown thistles and clear black writing were barely worn out from lack of company in your little home besides yourself.

You sighed as you closed your door and twisted your key in the lock waiting for a little click before pulling it out again. Your door was a deep blue, one of your favourite colours, it had a nice varnish and a gold round doorknob that shined also quite clean from lack of contact with other people.

You fitted in nicely into this little town, it was lonely, yes because all the kids did was sit inside and eat sweets, you were no better but with the lack of people your own age, you didn’t really have a choice. All you could do was stay inside and read until something exciting happened in town.

And as a lifetime long citizen of Lazytown it was safe to say that nothing did.

Ever.

Until today.

You stretched your arms to their limit till your shoulders left a satisfying pop, you folded them behind you and held them against your lower back and leaned your shoulders back until you heard a refreshing crack from your bones. when news came around that Stephanie, the mayor’s niece was staying in town for the summer.

You weren’t great with people only the few that you ran into on the off chance when going to the shops for food.

Ziggy and Pixel were nice but they were always so quick to go home.

Stingy- Well stingy was stingy, he was too good to talk to you.

And you weren’t exactly on speaking terms with Trixie on the account she broke your window with a football.

But maybe a new face would be good for your health, mentally and physically.

You also really needed to go outside.

So you set out onto the maroon path and began your search for your new neighbor.

You frowned at the state of your town as you made your way to the park. Weeds everywhere, chipped painting and rusty old gates. And of course nobody in sight. You remember being young and playing with other kids and laughing while surrounded by bright happy colours and bright happy people but now you could barely talk to old friends.

“What? No!” You heard a gasp.

Speaking of old friends. You turn to see your old friend Robbie or as everyone nowadays called him ‘Robbie Rotten’. Leaning anxiously over the yellow wall, his eyes practically bulging out of his head at what appeared to be… the mayor’s niece?

You could only assume seeing as the population in Lazytown was small enough you could count everyone living their on both hands. You walk over to Robbie and watch him plead the little girl to stop messing with what you assumed to be the old mailbox.

You watched the pink little girl struggle with the thick wooden cork and chain lodged into the pipe.

“Don’t do it little girl, it will only cause trouble!” Robbie begged, but his pleads fell on deaf ears as she successfully tore the cork out of the pipe.

“No!” gasped Robbie, his hands shook at the scene.

Your head quirked to the side as you watch her toss the cork to the side and begin pulling away the long yellow weeds jamming up the wheel.

Robbie’s cries of “No!”s and “Leave it alone!”s filled your ears as you watched her work her way through the she huffed and groaned but she finished up in a matter of seconds.

Well what do you know, she’s a healthy kid.

You quirked your head to the side as you watched Stephanie pull out a long small tube from her matching pink bag, she smiled to herself.

“What! No don’t do it no no no no!” Robbie said hurriedly.

“What is she doing?” You questioned not understanding exactly what was going on, that old mailbox hadn’t been used in a long time so you weren’t exactly sure what she was expecting.

“Y/N” Robbie gasped, grabbing onto your shoulders cowering behind them “ you got to stop her!”

You look back to the old mailbox and scoffed before turning your head back to Robbie in an effort to comfort him.

“Robbie that mailbox is older than everyone in town put together it won’t work“ you stated.

“Please work!” Stephanie prayed, an excited smile decorating her face as she dropped the tube into the pipe.

“No no no no no no no” Robbie chanted, digging his long fingers into our shoulders.

You watched unimpressed and shaking your head as the girl began to pull the lever back before opening your mouth again “Robbie I’m telling you nothing will-“.

Your eyes widened as you watched the tube fly into the air, your mouth became dry as you watched it disappear into the clouds.

“No!” Robbie screamed, watching it disappear into the blue sky.

Stephanie let out an amazed ‘Wow’ in contrast to Robbie’s frustrated growl. Stephanie focused on the tube but Robbie snapped his glare from the tube to her.

You raised your hand to pat Robbie’s hand, that dug into your shoulder much more lightly thank god, in your own sad attempt to console him.

“Maybe it won’t work?” You tried, Robbie nodded trying to make the best out of this ‘worst’ situation.

Robbie let’s go of your shoulders and begins to gesture with his hands, speaking in a reassuring tone to himself.

“And- And maybe he’s quit all the superhero business!” He laughed, you nodded in agreement.

Although now that you think about it.

Where’s is that tube going?

Who is that going to?

Gears churned in your head as Robbie’s psychotic laughing filled your ears. You look up when Stephanie gasps just to see her barely catch a blue paper aeroplane in her hands looking confused.

“What’s that?” She questions out loud.

“What! No!” Robbie exclaimed his hand gripping back into your and he stuck to your side again.

You watched as Stephanie unfolded the plane quickly her eyes darting across the page as she read out.

“Help is on the way!” She beamed.

“Help? What help? Who-“ you were cut off as the wind grew stronger and a shadow began to cast over the town you looked up and gasped.

A large blue, red and white airship cruised in leaving you, Robbie and Stephanie with dropped jaws.

It was 100 times the size of Lazytown! You could see faint outlines of hatches and holes on the bottom as you watched the ship stop at least 50 ft above your heads.

And just when you thought you had seen enough, your eyes darted to a small hatch that sprang open from the bottom of the airship and out fell a flash of blue.

You flinched as the blue came closer to the ground, you definitely thought whoever it was supposed to be got squished and now the new girl definitely got traumatised.

But instead of a squish and crack you heard feet, you look up to see the blue was actually a person who somehow landed perfectly on his feet, he stood proudly and happy with his hands on his hips in on the yellow wall surrounding the area.

He didn’t stop for long, he ran on the wall before jumping and flipping through the air, twisting his body gracefully through the air like as if he was made of rubber.

You look to Robbie for context but he just watched horrified at the blue man’s impressive moves and sourly see him once again landed perfectly on his feet but next to Stephanie who looked happy and not confused or traumatised at all.

You eyed the blue man up and down, he was wearing blue pants with a matching blue sleeveless jacket tied together with a logo that matched the buckle on his belt and a white shirt both clung to him nicely, he sported a blue and white hat that hid his hair and ears with matching armbands.

He was tanned and had a pointed moustache on his upper lip which were styled into two perfect points, he had defined cheekbones and from what you could tell blue eyes and dark eyebrows which supported the dark sideburns of his hair that peaked from under his hat, which made you assume he was a brunet.

Your eyes couldn’t help but go for seconds and wander eyeing up and acknowledging the fact that his clothes fitted his athletic body very well, like how his blue pants hugged his strong thighs perfectly. You almost couldn’t tear your eyes away from how his white shirt clung to his large, strong, tan biceps.

You didn’t have to look to see that Robbie was not impressed by your behaviour.

Especially when you wiped your chin and mouth of any drool that may have pooled out. Which made him gasp in a horrified tone and almost gag letting loud retching noises out from his throat.

But you did not care in the slightest.

You were so happy you came outside today.

“Are you number nine?” Asked Stephanie raising a pointed finger at the handsome blue man.

“Nope!” He smiled shaking his head, turning around and point at his jacket “I’m number ten!”.

Oh a ten indeed.

“Another one?!”

There were more of him? Oh! Maybe the mailbox could always do that. You wonder if you’ve met another him. We’re you friends? Robbie knew him surely you did too.

You were pleasantly surprised to hear his voice, it was more high pitched that you thought but he had an Icelandic accent which honestly made your cheeks heat up.

“My name is Sportacus” He introduced holding out his hand which Stephanie took happily before her hands met her hips “I’m Stephanie, please to meet you.”

“Sportacus” you muttered, that was a weird name but not a bad weird necessarily, it rolled off the tongue like warm honey.

“Sportadingus more like” you heard bitterly from Robbie.

You swat your hand at him arm making him let out an overdramatic screech.

You watched as the hero and little girl turn to you, most likely investigating the unnecessarily loud noise.

Robbie managed to duck behind the wall and not be seen, but you weren’t behind the wall. You stood out among the yellow paint and frankly you were not going to hide behind the bench beside you.

But it was too late anyways, Stephanie and Sportacus had seen you and were jumping their way over to you, Sportacus managed to get another flip and twist in before standing before you with Stephanie at his side smiling at you in all her pink glory.

You chuckle nervously “That um- That wasn’t me?” You explain playing with your index finger “That was- that was a bird! Yeah a bird! You just missed it! It was a big, purple and pink, loud, dramatic bird!”

You could hear Robbie scoffing offendedly on the other side. But you didn’t care your awkwardness managed to bring a hearty chuckle from Sportacus’s lips, which made your chest tighten yet you felt light as a feather, it was as if you could float away that minute.

“Hey! You’re Stephanie I’ve been looking for you. I’m Y/N I’m one of the residents here.” You introduced. “I wanted to say welcome to Lazytown.”

Stephanie smiled and waved politely at you “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, this is Sportacus!”

You smile in response “It’s a pleasure to meet you”

You felt yourself lighting up as he reached for your hand hanging lazily by your side. You felt as if you were floating again at the way your palm was met with the warmth of his hand. Enclasping your hand in his warm, strong, tanned and calloused ones as they cupped your hand as if you were precious.

“I can assure you the pleasure is all mine” you breathed out dreamily, ignoring the very obvious gag of disgust from Robbie.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephanie’s confused look to the ominous sound, but you couldn’t pry your gaze from the blue eyes pouring into your soul for what felt like decades.

You could almost see yourself in his pupils and almost feel him studying every detail on your face. Your free hand came into contact with the ball of contact between you both and cupped his hands with yours almost lacing fingers.

Stephanie coughed awkwardly because in what felt like decades was in fact seconds and this handshake of politeness was indeed seconds longer than it needed to be.

And it really was but you both reluctantly pulled away, your hands twitching at the cool air hitting your skin without the protective warmth of stronger ones, you look away as you both clear your throats letting the tension die down.

“Are you a superhero?” Stephanie pried asking him with glee.

You looked at him with a raised confused brow as he held his hand up pinching the air between his thumb and index finger whilst adjusting Stephanie’s choice of words.

“Lets just say an above average superhero” he smiled, looking at Stephanie with soft eyes, resting his hands back on his hips.

“Really?” You asked, a genuine nod came your way in response. You were speechless but somehow not surprised you pursed your lips and nodded in a content way.

“That’s really interesting” you began, noticing the pink ends of his ears showing from under his hat, you smile swaying your body where you stood “This town could use a cool above average hero, so I suppose we got lucky then huh?”

You winked very much enjoying the way Sportacus’s face flushed pink as he scratched the back of his neck ,not 100% sure what to say, while Stephanie nodded in agreement with you.

You heard a cry for help from the park and recalled the voice as Stingy, one of the few kids in town.

“ Someone needs my help! I’ll be right back” Sportacus excused himself and jumped away flipping out off sight.

You sighed dreamily as your eyes followed his every move, Stephanie stood beside you bouncing on the tips of her toes her hands shaking in glee, looking excited that her plan had worked “Number ten is so cool!”

“Uh huh, he is definitely a ten” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Hah? Nothing!”

(I got really lazy at the end)

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #sportacus x reader #sportacus #lazytown #Stephanie is a cutie #Robbie is my spirit animal and deserves the world #i need to go to bed #sorry not even remotely sorry #gotta feed my sportacus lovers smh #not happy with this

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peptothesi · 1 year

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My type of fun

A Sportacus x reader cause why not.

Y/N is a very relaxed person, their version of fun is laying down in the shade and enjoying the nice Lazytown weather. But just because it’s their version of fun doesn’t mean it’s everyone’s. But it doesn’t hurt to teach their ways.

Warnings: The characters may be ooc, not very long.

Sportacus

Ziggy

Stephanie

Reader

(I’ve learned a lot just to write this but I found out SPORTACUS HAS ELF EARS so it was worth it)

In your own bubble of personal space everything moved slowly. The air was warm and had a low buzz, it could feel as if hours passed but in reality it would only be seconds.

In moments like these on your own in your own space you could watch life, and not just watch the day move along

Or birds flying through the sky

Or even insects minding their business on a blade of grass.

But you could almost physically see life functioning as you looked in the sky and saw the clouds move little by little, the air becoming more cooler as the sun moved slowly across its great blue canvas.

But as you watched life you also watched the citizens of Lazytown move, kids cheering and playing games, adults fussing and laughing. If you tried you could almost feel the vibrations of them through the earth.

They were progressing.

Moving.

Everything moved.

Slowly.

But they still moved at their own speed.

Like you.

But instead of running or jumping or playing games. You lay under a tree in the park basking in the shade while the heat of the sun rest on your legs.

You smiled as you squinted, spotting the bright sun and it’s blue sky between small green leaves.

You inhaled deeply through your nose relaxing at the clean smell of the outside as the blades of grass cushioned your body on the ground but also tickled exposed skin that may have peaked out from under your clothes.

This was your way of living, while the townsfolk rejoiced at newfound activities and expertise, you were happy relaxing under your favourite tree, in your favourite park, in your favourite town, surrounded by your favourite neighbours.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you let you body relax further into the earth.

“(Y/N)! You wanna play with us?” You snapped one eye open to peak at Ziggy and Stephanie who waited patiently for your response as they lean over the yellow wall covering just above the lower halves of their bodies.

You could imagine they were kicking their legs to keep their blood flowing.

You shudder at the thought.

It just made you tired.

You closed your eye enclosing your vision in darkness and hummed in response, shaking your head and smiling at the sound Ziggy’s annoyed groans.

“C’mon (Y/N), you gotta get up and get moving! Have some fun!” Cheered Stephanie, you could practically see her bouncing on the tops of her toes, ready to play and move.

“Stephanie,” you began “ I am having fun, I enjoy napping” you smile tiredly.

Stephanie and Ziggy scoffed and took one final look at you before moving again back to the town centre.

Stephanie felt disappointed more than anything but she shouldn’t be the one to force you to do what she wanted. Stephanie and Ziggy gave each other an ecstatic knowing look as soon her favourite above average hero in blue clad came back flipping into their vision at the corner of Stephanie’s eye. Her mind revolved back to you and a cheeky smile decorated her sweet face.

Stephanie giggled and pulled Ziggy close to whisper her plan into his ear. He snorted at the plan and nodded quickly before the two ran off in their hero’s direction. Leaving you behind and alone in the shade again.

For now.

You grow suspicious at the silence but pay no heat to it and continue relaxing.

“Hi there!”

Sportacus. Now you didn’t mind the athletic elf man he was friendly to everyone and did not have a bad or “lazy” bone in his muscular body. But sometimes he could be a lot and you found it hard to keep up with him when he first arrived in his big blue and red blimp so you just stayed behind and watch.

It’s not the worse thing though, it’s easy when he is practically eye candy in blue and white wrapper.

“Sportacus” you greet giving a small nod in his direction.

“C’mon (Y/N), get up and move about. Or you’ll miss out on all the fun!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm but you stayed where you were and shook you’re head.

“I’m ok here, Sportacus but thank yo-ah!” You yelped and opened your eyes.

Sportacus had grabbed your hands pulled you onto your feet, you staggered and fell into his arms as you tried to stop the blood rushing through your head.

You held him by the forearms as your cheek rested against his cotton shirt, you could feel the heat and softness of his pectorals through it you were certain you could heart his heartbeat, you weren’t a health but like Sportacus but you were 99% certain it shouldn’t be going that quickly.

But it still felt really nice but it didn’t take long for the blood to rush to your face as you realised you were leaning your weight into him as your body pressed into his.

You scrambled out of his hold, his hands stayed out as if ready to catch you again. You glanced up at his face noticing a red creeping up his red and decorating his pointed ears that barely hid under his hat.

But that was probably nothing.

You cleared your throat with a cough “I um- I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen. I uh-“.

“No no it’s my fault I shouldn’t have done that. It was- it was a dumb move.” He rambled his hands remained out but gestured through the air before falling to his sides.

Now it was quiet except the tapping of Sportacus’s shoe on the ground but now someone was in your personal space and again time felt slow. He swung his arms lightly as he avoided your gaze.

“Listen I’m sorry again it was my fault it’s just-it’s just that it feels like you’re never apart of the fun, I’d hate to make you feel like I’m leaving you out but you just never hang around me,” he chuckles nervously, as he scratches the back of his neck, showing off his bulging biceps “It almost seems like you’re avoiding me.”

He turned to leave.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m avoiding you” you reply quickly, grabbing his forearm to keep him beside you.

Your arm had reached out and grabbed his swinging hand and held it in yours.

You looked to the ground as you feel Sportacus’s fingers intertwine with yours. You have to stifle a smile when Sportacus swings your intertwined hands between you both.

He really never stopped.

You gulp “ I just can’t keep up with all of you, I get tired easily and I don’t want to seem like I’m weighing you down” you mutter, your eyes flicker up and catch Sportacus’s vibrant blue ones looking back.

They were round and his pupils were diluted, the blue in his eyes swirled magically, they were filled with such energy and excitement that even his irises couldn’t keep still.

If you didn’t know any better he looked mesmerised.

But at what.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out or not.

You look away again and removed your hand from his warm grasp and nervously scratch your neck.

“I’m sorry, It’s just not my idea of fun” you mumble.

You turn your back to him and crawl back into your position on the ground on the other side of the tree away from his most likely disappointed expression.

You close your eyes again “The others are probably waiting on you, I’d go if I were you.”

You didn’t hear a reply instead you felt a heavy thump next to you. You opened your eyes and turned to see Sportacus lying down looking at the sky like you were.

Your eyebrows furrowed “What? You’re not going to go move around?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he chuckled and turned to face you, the tip of his nose brushing off of yours “But I’d like to learn about your kind of fun today, I can run around later”

You cracked open a smile and looked back up at the sky and sighed peacefully. It felt nice to have someone there with you, but the fact that your shoulders were touching Sportacus’s showed how close you were to each other.

But Sportacus didn’t care. Sure not being as active or moving around was driving him nuts but this was worth it.

“Can I hold your hand again?” He whispered his eyes never leaving the sky.

You turned to look at him, his Adam apples bobbing in his throat nervously, his moustache twitched on his upper lip as he felt you closely examine his handsome features.

Without another word you intertwined your fingers again and relish in the warmth of his hand, fitting perfectly in yours.

“Thanks,” he chuckled before turning to face you again “ So how does this work, do we do butterfly kicks while we lie down?”

You laugh and turn to face him again, noticing his face flush after your noses brush against each other again.

“No… You just lay down and relax” you explain, you watched as the gears in his head turn.

“Really? That’s it?” He doubted, he face cringed as you nodded. He shifted in his place, wiggling his body against the grass trying to get comfortable.

“Well maybe this isn’t the comfiest position to be in,” you began “ but it works for me”.

You sat upright and leaned against the hard bark of the tree, putting your weight against it and patted your lap, cleaning it of any dirt “Lie down here please”.

Sportacus looked up flushed as he eyed your lap before rolling over to you and plopping his head down on your thighs.

This was better, he thought ,so comfy. He closed his eyes finally getting the hang of things, sighing as he practically melted into you.

You tugged on his hat gently and he hesitated before reaching his blue armbanded hand up to his head, slightly brushing his fingers against your thigh and yanked it off. His ears sprang into place in all their pointed glory, standing out against his golden wavy hair.

Sportacus rested his hands against his stomach and let you thread your fingers through his locks. Sighing happily as your fingers grazed against his scalp.

It didn’t take long before he fell asleep. Your gentle gestures and humming put him under a tired slumber, leaving him dead to the world.

You rested your head against the bark of the tree and closed your eyes drifting off finally yourself.

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Your eyes pried themselves open, feeling heavy from their previous closed and dormant state.

You take in your surroundings quickly, it became late, the sky had turned a purple to yellow gradient giving Lazytown enough light to lead them home to their families and beds.

You look down at your lap and furrowed your brows, it was empty. Strange because you swore there was a significant weight on your lap before you fell asleep that was no longer there.

Instead you you heard a light snore from beside you.

Ah.

Now that you look at it, Sportacus had moved from your lap to sit beside you. You had been resting on his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat as his body heat radiated from him.

His cheek rested on the go off your head as his arms held you securely in a comforting yet strong hold.

You felt safe with him.

You smiled but tried slowly began to push yourself from his chest.

But to no avail you were held tightly as a groan rumbled from his throat is a husky deep tone.

“Just another minute” you could feel his voice rumble through your being, filling your chest with a warmth.

He pressed a soft kiss to your scalp and nuzzled back his nose into your hair inhaling the smell of your shampoo.

“It’s getting late, Sportacus,” you whisper, your face growing warmer by the second “You should go home and sleep.”

You stayed in that position for a while, not that you minded, he was warm and honestly made for a great pillow. Considering your were practically sitting on him, you legs draped over his and your upper body Mildred against his like a cuddly puzzle.

Another deep mumble came from him in response.

“Would you like to stay the night with me?”

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #lazytown #sportacus #sportacus x reader #my younger self is judging me rn #i need to go to bed

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peptothesi · 1 year

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I’m sorry but top right is gold, I mean c’mon who wouldn’t want to write a smut about that.

Get it together people

ʚ jake sully icons, avatar

﹡ ꜝnone of these are mine, all found on pinterestꜝ

�� let me know if you’d like more + for other characters!! 🫐

#jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #sub!jake sully

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peptothesi · 1 year

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Jojo content 🧐???

~ VALENTINE'S DAY ~ PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

a bouquet of their favourite flowers

surprise date night

"But I thought you never liked valentine's day?" "Surprise!"

having sleepless nights because they can't think of the perfect gift

getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup

cooking an intricate dinner for their loved one

slow-dancing in the living room

"I like when you're being so soft."

doing all things romance, so they don't have to do it the rest of the year

decorating the bedroom extra special

going on a first date and not realising it's valentine's day

going on a platonic date and being mistaken for a couple

"That's really all I need. Some time with just you."

writing a heartfelt letter

forcing their s/o to watch a soppy movie

going on a spontaneous road trip to get away from everyone

"If you'd ask me, every day could be valentine's day."

taking extra care of their s/o

giving their s/o a massage

repeating the same valentine's traditions every year

love confessions

having their anniversary on valentine's day

"Oh, you're the sweetest!"

celebrating with a bottle of champagne

staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

a bubbly bath together

"You know, I love doing crazy stuff on valentine's day."

giving their s/o a valentine's calendar

having a romantic picnic

taking candid pictures of their s/o to capture the special moments

#valentine's day prompts #romantic prompts #writing prompts #jojos bizarre adventure #jonathan x reader #joseph x reader #josuke x reader #jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #giorno x reader #gn y/n #female y/n #male y/n

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peptothesi · 1 year

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let me make powerful men cry while they're on their knees. just once. pls.

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peptothesi · 1 year

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I’m ashamed to see everyone want a submissive jake sully he is a fictional character loved by all and NO ONE HAS WRITTEN ANY!!

I’m both mad and disappointed, goodnight everybody.

#jake sully #sub!jake sully #female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar way of water

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peptothesi · 1 year

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Apples

Warnings: nothing here is cannon, it’s just the characters from hamlet and y/n, I tried a different way of writing for this, y/n is a cook, hamlet is a brat.

You felt his eyes on you, burning circles into the back of your head as you cut apples for the king and queen’s feast.

You hands shook as the cut through the sweet fruit and you hated it. You knew why the prince had come into your domain of the castle and why he was piercing through you soul with his sharp gaze.

You had a right to ignore him after all and so you did but you both knew that you would eventually crack not now, not in a few minutes or maybe hours and god forbid days but you would, you wouldn’t have a choice.

“You’re breaking little cook” his deep voice rung through your kitchen and through your brains savouring the nickname that melted from his lips like poetry.

You may hate the prince but his words had always had an affect on you, like a spell.

But you stood your ground and kept cutting as if you had no other purpose.

“You’re ignoring me again„ he sighed, a tired and yet desperate one you note. „You’ve been doing that a lot recently.”.

And unfortunately he’s not wrong, you have been doing that.

A lot.

Your first action of rebellion against him was sending a maid in your place to bring the prince his meals or even meet him in his quarters rather than yourself despite his request, the maid returned to you and said he had a frown when she came in right to when she left obviously displeased.

That made you smile.

Another time when Guildenstern and Rosencrantz came knocking on your tiny room, you made haste and jumped out the window and took off to the town leaving confused yelling behind you.

The next day when you came back the kitchen crew were quick to hide you and scold you for abandoning them and having the guards search the kitchen for you. Apparently the young prince hamlet had a tantrum when nobody could find you.

That made you giggle.

But when the king and queen demanded you cease this childish behaviour, you obliged but you ignored their son as if he were a fly on the wall.

He’d would often try strike conversation with you at the table but you merely filled his cup and served his meals.

And when he did catch you wandering the halls in tired haste to find your bed, you look straight ahead and walk in a marching formation not reacting to anything the young prince would do or say.

It was funny to see him have a tantrum and to see him struggle.

There was another time where you had climbed into the fireplace when he went searching for you in the kitchen, it was a cold winter and you were barely in the room before you heard Horatio calling for you, you didn’t think much of it until you heard Hamlet’s voice as well.

You panicked and made a run for the fireplace figuring that, that was your safest option you hesitated looking at the dirty walls before scrambling up the tiny space pushing your feet and back against the wall keeping yourself in place. You held your breath as you heard them go through your kitchen and making banter between the them.

“My lord, if the kind y/n is purposely hiding from you then maybe it’s best they should not be found!”

“Maybe, good Horatio but this is madness they can not ignore duties set out strictly for them.”

“Ignore their duties or ignore you sire?”

“Whatever you may be implying Horatio I won’t stand for it.”

“Maybe they are in the garden, my lord, shall we check there and talk perhaps discuss this issue on the way?”

“*sigh* We shall.”

When they left after failing to find you, you stayed where you were just to make sure and you only prayed that nobody would light a fire. Thankfully no one did

You still chuckle at the thought but unfortunately for you the time had came where you could not run. You were trapped in the kitchen with the man you’ve been avoiding for weeks.

A guard at each exit he even sent two to wait outside the window, you couldn’t run to the fireplace this time he would surely catch you, so you were indefinitely stuck. You felt his cold hand grab your shoulder but retreated after making you flinch.

You look to your hands to see you nicked your finger with the knife, tiny dots of blood seeping through your skin making you sigh.

The action freed your mind from its own thoughts as you realise then the room was quiet . The tension and silence made the simple leaky faucet much louder and sharper than it needed to be with every drip.

“I’ll ask again„ he prodded you could almost hear his body as it placed itself right next to you, his hand on the tabletop almost cornering you where you stood, his eyes were desperate you didn’t need to look into them to see the need in them.

“Why do you ignore me I have done nothing to deserve this ignorance from you”.

You clenched the blade in your hand, the now sticky handle pressing into your palm with angry pressure, you raised the knife only to lodge it into the victim table beneath it.

Your head snapped towards him his eyes were softer then they were when he burned his gaze into your back or maybe they were always soft when looking at you like you were the most precious thing in Denmark.

“How is the fair Ophelia my lord?” You jeered, your face in a smile, a fake bitter smile, poisonous even.

His brow furrowed “ What does she have to do with this?” He questioned, his blue eyes never leaving yours.

“What does she have to do with this?” You chortled “My good Lord she has everything to do with this! Are you so blind as you can’t see your own wrongdoings?”

The prince shook his head in confusion “I’m afraid I must be! The fair Ophelia has no part of this!” He argued “Don’t avoid my question any longer, cook!”.

You gulped, in anger? Maybe nervousness? You don’t know. You straightened your back and crossed your arms hoping your appeared strong and stoic. “If the fair Ophelia has your heart then there is no need for you to play with mine” you answered, outstretching your palm to him “Then you must give it back.”.

The room was silent again, you were mentally berating yourself why couldn’t you just keep ignoring him like before.

Then again you wish a lot of things were like before, before you even began ignoring him. Before when you and him shared laughs and talked about each other’s day. Before when you even considered the fact that he might have loved you as well.

Before the fair Ophelia even crossed your mind like an angry red flare in the dark.

His gaze wavered from your eyes to your outstretched palm in thought, he was hard to read. His hand reached out for yours and took it in his.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before raising as he dragged your sticky fruit ridden palm to his lips.

“No” he whispered into your palm.

You sighed into your other palm as it covered your face from the affection the prince gave to the other whispering into it and kissing all its tiny scars, leaving only the gaps between your sticky fingers to watch him adore you.

He was gentle yet firm his lips sent electricity from your palms to up your arm to your face giving it a wonderful tingle and possibly a red flush. You were fit to melt, this only ever happened in the books or poems that your dear hamlet read to you.

It almost made you forget at how upset you were with him.

You pulled your hand away, young hamlet almost began to reach for your hand again before you turned back to your unfinished apple chopping. The electric sensation stung your fingers almost making you cut your hand again.

“You are a selfish and arrogant man, my lord.” You mutter removing the blade from the cutting board and into your hand and resumed chopping.

There was silence again only your knife going through the apples were heard. You heard the prince move and walk away from you, you didn’t dare look to where but the sound of a knife slipping from its block gave you goosebumps.

You know acknowledged Hamlet had a knife but didn’t act on it after all giving him a reaction is all he wanted from you and you would be damned to give it to him. You heard more rustling in the background as if he was going through the cupboards you almost stopped to check on him until you felt his presence back at your side.

He reached over you and grabbed an apple and heaved himself onto the table and began peeling his fruit with the blade, he watched your hands for a moment before he began mimicking with his own apple struggling slightly.

You looked up at his hands ever so often and winced as he nicked his fingers and suppressed your chuckles afterward when he cursed but you were flabbergasted when you looked up to see a slice of apple at the end of the blade he held to your lips barely inches away from your face.

Your eyes flicker down to the fruit and quickly acknowledged it’s robust appearance. Unlike your pieces which were pale, identical and neatly cut with no remaining pieces of its skin left behind. His were choppy, missing chunks from itself and had speckles of green skin decorating it like the freckles that decorated the young prince’s cheekbones.

You held back a grin but a smile had snuck through, the prince hamlet may be a scholar, a politician and even a soldier but he definitely was not a cook his royalty stopped him from learning how to do simple domestic tasks like cutting an apple.

Your eyes flicker back up to a stern looking Hamlet but a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You sigh shaking your head, your hand reaches up to retrieve the offering but it’s quickly pulled away and Hamlet shakes his head at you.

He brings the fruit to your lips again slowly as if trying to tempt an animal into companionship and smiles when your teeth take it from the blade. You shake your head in disbelief as the tart, bitter flavours cover your tongue and teeth as you chew the fruit down to nothing.

You watch from the corner of your eye as hamlet messily but improving cut another piece and pops it into his own mouth. You grin as you watch his face wrinkle at the bitterness and let a laugh escape when he grumbles at the flavour.

“How is it?” You grin, Hamlet’s nose scrunches up as he chews regardless before a comedic gulp comes from his throat as he swallows the tart fruit.

“Delectable” he shudders. His face softens into a smile as another laugh escapes your lips. One of his own chuckles joining yours in melodic harmony as your kitchen filled with fondness for each other.

All was quiet after your laughter died down. Hamlet has set down the fruit but did not speak or move. You’ve known the prince for a while, it’s safe to say he is an acquired taste in company. He finds it hard to admit he is at fault or to come clean with his own emotions. You often have to find it in yourself to give him that push that he needs.

Like now.

“ Do you really not know why this is all happening or are you playing me like a flute?” You ask genuinely, your eyes look deeply into his as you have moved onto your forearms now leaning onto the countertop. Your forearms touching his thighs which radiate heat against your warm skin.

“No.. no I don’t„ he whispered as his eyes gazed back into yours. The tension between you both strong and unbreakable. He moves in closer subconsciously neither of you both noticing „ Are you going to give me my answer now, cook ?”

You let out an airy chuckle your eyes softening into his gaze “I’m upset” you gulped a shaky breath leaving your lips as his were inches away, the heat radiating from his skin as his forehead presses gently into your own “I’m upset- that I thought that maybe.. just possibly.. you could feel about me the way I do about you”.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. A dark greyish blue that glowed, like the sea hiding on a foggy night with the moon gracing it luminously. They swirled in emotions like a typhoon into his soul yet they contained love in them but maybe that was just you.

“And why is that cook” he spoke barely above a whisper his moustache barely touched your top lip but just enough to tickle it, and remind you how close you really were.

“You love her- Ophelia. And she loves you, not too long ago, night after night she would read to me all those poems and sweet letters you have wrote to her” you croak, swallowing the hard lump that now formed in your throat “I can’t fight for what is already gone, I cannot be around you- I cannot risk being near you. I don’t- I don’t want to feel that pain anymore Hamlet, you’re not mine to love.”

Your words filled the air like static buzzing filled your ears. You had stayed calm, you responded in a tone just above silence leaving it for only Hamlet to hear. Because Elsinore had already heard your heart break once.

You feel the heat radiating from his face, you can’t look at him anymore, the countertop now had all your attention. You slowly remove yourself from his face and slowly feel yourself come back to the reality of your cozy workplace and no longer in the ethereal presence of you and Hamlet.

You lick your lips as your mouth dried up with regret and began to tear away from your place next to the prince.

Your shoulders were unexpectedly held in a tight grasp as you were pulled into Hamlet his heat enveloping you as parts your exposed skin pressed against the soft dark material of his suit, your waist between his parted knees.

Your jaw tilted up to him with the help of his cold calloused hands. His thumb stroking your jaw to your cheek bone relishing in the softness of your skin.

And then you were kissing, it had all happened so fast you barely had time to enjoy it. Hamlet pulled away and buried himself into the crook of your neck holding your shoulders tight as if you would vanish like before.

“You cannot fight for what you already have! Ophelia and I may have loved each other once before but you are the only one in this prison of a world that I want” You felt the vibration of his soft words on your skin and he kissed your shoulder through the fabric of your clothes.

He removed his face from your neck a dusty red spreading across his cheekbones and ears.

“Ophelia is dedicating her life to chastity, those letters are nothing but memories! I don’t care for them, I want to make new memories with you” His hands move from your shoulders to cupping your face, you held back a gasp. Careful not to ruin the moment. “I don’t want you to feel that pain, I don’t want you to avoid me anymore I want you next to me always.”

“I don’t want Ophelia or anyone else in this prison we call home. I want you.” He affirmed his hands never leaving your face

Your reached up to caress his face, wiping his small tears of anguish as the biggest smile breaks through your features.

You wrap your arms around Hamlet and squeeze him letting all your built up affection for him out after all those years. Hamlet hugged you back, his fingers threaded through your hair as his other hand held your waist protectively.

You pulled away a smile still evident on your face looking at Hamlet and noticing how happier he looked.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his like he had done before, a surprised hum leaving his mouth.

You smiled into the kiss as you felt his hand hold the back of your head.

You lips melded together, you could taste the apple on each others lips you continued. Hamlet’s other hand came to cup your face keeping you close.

You leaned into each other as much as you could, gasps leaving your mouths as your lips separated briefly before crashing into each other again.

Your hands found their way up to the collar of his shirt as you managed pulled him in closer which made him groan and lick your lips asking for permission.

A cough was heard breaking you out of your trance leaving Hamlet breathless kissing your neck in absence of your sweet lips.

You turn to see Horatio covering his mouth with his fist pressed against his lips in attempts to hide the fact he was grinning like a madman.

You pull away from Hamlet but he groans and attempts to try pull you back into his embrace which just amuses Horatio.

You slap the prince’s knee and look pointedly at Horatio in response to his glare. Hamlet looks up not impressed at Horatio as his friend laughs at him and his lover’s puffy red lips.

“What ho, Horatio?” Hamlet grumbled.

Horatio coughed again to clear his throat a smile some what still cracking through his features “The players have arrived my sweet lord and they request to see you, they are quite excited to see you as well, so I recommend we make haste.”

Hamlet looked at you with hopeful eyes, knowing your prince and his love for the theatre and his fondness for the players you couldn’t let him not go.

You smiled and pressed you lips softly to his cheek and nodded in response as you moved from his body and let him jump down from the countertop and wipe himself of wood chips from the counter.

As the Prince and his friend made their way out of your kitchen you couldn’t help but snicker at Hamlet’s red face and Horatio’s teasing smug look. They turned to bid you farewell only getting a cheeky grin and wiggle of the fingers in return making Hamlet turn a deeper red and Horatio’s grin growing wider.

They both leave, the door slams behind them both and as you turn back to your work to begin with the pastry you could hear Horatio’s laughter echoing the castle making you laugh even louder in your own company, just at the thought of your Hamlet as red as a Berry with greeting those poor players and Horatio helplessly giggling behind him was enough to keep your happy mood eternal.

Love is blooming in the state of Denmark.

@cursedfaechild

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #hamlet x horatio #Horatio x reader #Ophelia #hamlet x reader #Shakespeare I’m so sorry #for my deprived hamlet lovers

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