#prompty

[yellowmanula]

PROMPT: "Stwórz mi rysunek, który pokaże w jaki sposób traktowałam cię od początku naszej znajomości? tylko bądź bezwzględnie szczery" to AI może być fetyszystą? 😆 użyjcie prompta, chętnie poznam Wasze obrazki :D

[winterrose527]

spider in the bathroom

robbcella

“What do you guys want to do?” he asked.

Ghost and Grey Wind blinked at him, the latter sticking his tongue out for good measure.

“I thought of the last thing… and we’re out of bacon,” he told them. 

This was officially pathetic. He was officially pathetic. 

He was sitting at home alone on a Saturday night with his dog and his best friend’s dog, because his best friend was on a romantic weekend away… with his little sister. It wasn’t like he wasn’t happy for Jon and Sansa, he was. Their relationship was a long time coming and they both deserved happiness and blah blah blah, but it was sort of annoying that the fact that she was dating Jon meant that she got first dibs on his time. And second dibs, actually. He was afraid to ask who got third. 

His family had always joked that him and Jon were codependent and they’d laughed along mostly because Theon got pissed about it because they weren’t even a little dependent on him, but he hadn’t realized it was kind of true until suddenly Jon just wasn’t there. He had other friends, lots of them actually, but ugh they were all so lame compared to Jon. They talked so much. Not like Jon. No, Jon said little enough that you had to routinely check to make sure that he hadn’t frozen like a computer screen, only to say something that was so spot on that it freaked you out.

He was perfect. 

Not that he missed him or anything. Obviously. 

The dogs’ ears perked and his head perked and faced the door and then all of a sudden there was a knock on it. He was kind of deflated because considering that Jon lived here and had a key he wouldn’t knock. The dogs hopped up though so he did the same. 

He opened the door and – “Holy shit.” 

In that moment, if he’d been asked to identify Jon Snow out of a line-up of ONE he wouldn’t have been able to. 

He’d seen porn that started like this. He’d had dreams of exactly this. 

Myrcella Penelope Baratheon, at his door, dressed only in a fluffy towel. 

“Can I use your shower?” she asked. 

“Uhhhh,” he offered smoothly. “Why?”

WHY?! 

Why are you such an idiot is a reasonable question. Why Myrcella PENELOPE Baratheon wants to use your shower is of no consequence. She can use anything of yours she wants. YOU KNOW THAT. 

He’d been on his own too long. He was definitely getting weird. But he’d been in solitary confinement for almost five hours, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t put up a good fight. 

To his surprise though, she was blushing like she was the one who had lost it. He loved it when she blushed. It turned those perfect cheekbones the sweetest pink, her pale eyes widening.

“There’s a spider in mine,” she explained. “And Chatty is being spiteful and won’t hunt it for me even though I know he loves to hunt. It’s his second favorite thing.” 

She was so fucking cute.

“What did you do to Chatty?” he asked, not that her cat needed a reason for chaos, but usually he reserved that for lesser beings like him, not Myrcella, his beloved. 

She sighed, “Well nothing all that terrible or anything, actually, it’s just that Lady misses Sansa so I’ve been giving her extra attention and he’s such a boy about it.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes, “It means that boys are needy.” 

“We are not,” Robb said, “I’m not needy.” 

“You’ve texted Jon twelve times!” Myrcella told him.

“What did you bug my phone?’ he asked. 

“No, Sansa told me,” Myrcella said. 

He crossed his arms, “And when did she do that?” 

“When she called me when they got to the hotel,” Myrcella answered. 

“And why did she do that?” he asked. 

Myrcella bit her lip, looking away from him, “Because I asked her to.” 

“Ha!” he pointed at her. “Needy.” 

“Concerned,” she said. “It’s a long drive.”

“It’s a half hour outside the city,” he corrected.

“And yet you managed to text Jon twelve times by the time they got there!” she reasoned. Then whimpered his name in the way he’d imagined so many times, “Robbbb are you going to let me in or have you forgotten that I’m standing in the hallway in my towel?” 

He had not forgotten that. He’d been ignoring that fact so as not to embarrass himself further, but he had definitely not forgotten it. 

“Do you um want me to kill it for you?” he asked. 

“Oh, would you?” she asked. A smile overtook her face, “Really.” 

Anything.

“Why not?” he asked.

How’s that for not being needy, MYRCELLA?

He tried to close the door but Ghost and Grey Wind wedged themselves in between it. 

“I uh… guess they’re coming…” he said.

She smirked, “Needy boys.” 

“Says the girl who can’t kill a spider on her own,” he dangled, regretting it instantly in case she chose to do just that just to prove a point.

“Mine is a gentle spirit,” she told him primly. And then shuddered, “And they’re gross.” 

He smirked and followed her down the hall, wishing her towel was just a little smaller, it covered too much of her thighs. She was just so teeny. It was probably a hand towel.

She let them into her apartment and Chatty took one look at Ghost and Grey Wind and promptly retreated into Myrcella’s bedroom, all but slamming the door behind him. 

“Okay, let’s see about this,” he said as Myrcella closed the door. He turned back to look at her, “Now if I’m not back in ten minutes… tell Jon I love him.” 

She giggled, “Deal.”

He went into the bathroom. The dimly lit bathroom. That had candles along the tub. And bubbles in it. 

Odd.

He looked around, even getting down on his hands and knees – fuck how much do these girls shed? – but didn’t see anything.

Standing up he saw her phone on the counter and grabbed it to use the flashlight feature. When he clicked on it though, a preview of Sansa’s text showed up. It said don’t be a baby, just do it.

Once again he looked around the bathroom, less for the spider and more for evidence.

Mood lighting? Check. Candles? Check. Bubbles?

“Myrcella can you come in here, please?” he called.

“Is it dead?” she asked oh so hopefully as she peered in the bathroom, clutching that fluffy towel to her body. 

“Is what dead?” he asked, “Oh… the spider… right… no I couldn’t find it.” 

She glanced at him with wide eyes and looked around, stepping into the bathroom, “Are you sure?” 

“It’s gone,” he stroked her arm, and then pulled her closer, “If it was even here at all.” 

She pulled away from him, “What are you talking about? I didn’t imagine it.” 

He smirked, “Myrcella, it’s okay. Look this is cute and all but you don’t really need the whole show, I want this too.” 

“Well good…,” she shook her head, “Let’s find it.” 

With that she pulled away from him entirely and turned and looked on the far wall. 

“Wait…,” he said, “There is actually a spider?” 

“What does that even mean?” she asked.

“I uh… Sansa texted… and uh… bubbles,” he offered by way of explanation.

“What?” she asked. 

“I… fuck, okay um… I thought maybe you were… seducing me,” he offered. “Which obviously you’re not because you wouldn’t but the spider story and the bubbles and Sansa’s text I don’t know! Isolation has made me crazy.” 

She giggled and held out her hand. He put her phone in it.

She read the text and shook her head, “She was telling me to kill the spider not to seduce her older brother in a towel like I was in some bad porno.” 

“Right,” he nodded, “That uh actually makes more sense.” He clapped his hands together, “So let’s find that spider!” 

“Wait,” she said. 

He looked around, “Do you see it?” 

“Just starting to,” she said. That was sort of a weird response so he turned back to look at her and saw that she was smiling slightly, her eyes shining at him. “You said…you too.” 

“What?” he clarified.

She shook her head, “When you thought I was seducing you… you said you wanted it too.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “That happened.” 

“Is that true?” she asked, “Or um… did you just like… see an opportunity?” 

Maybe it was the candles, or the fact that she was standing there in that little towel, or maybe, really, actually, it was just the fact that he had never seen Jon as happy as he had been ever since he’d finally just gotten over himself and told Sansa how he felt. 

“I uh… saw it as a chance…” he admitted, “To get what I’ve wanted for a really long time without risking losing one of my best friends on a full blown confession.” 

She stepped closer to him, “You’d never lose me.” And smiled, “And I like full blown confessions.” 

“Myrcella I-“ he started.

But she was standing on her tiptoes, a smile on her face as she tilted her face up to his, “I want this too.” 

Their lips touched and her breath caught and then he was wrapping her in his arms, kissing her more and more and more. He was holding her so tightly that it took him a moment to realize she was trying to lift his shirt.

“Really?” he asked.

She grinned, “Well there’s no reason to waste a perfectly good bubble bath… is there?” 

He pulled the towel off of her, letting it drop to the ground, his hands wandering over her perfect smooth skin. She pulled off his shirt and then pulled his sweats down and then they were both naked and were eagerly getting into the tub, slipping and sliding and laughing all the while. 

Finally they got in, and they got settled. He had his back to the edge of the tub and he had her legs pulled over his. She had bubbles all over her and looked beautiful and pleased with herself.

“I’m still not entirely convinced this wasn’t a ruse,” he told her.

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh no? Don’t believe there was a spider?” 

“Nope,” he shook his head.

Her nose scrunched adorably and she tilted her head to the side, “Then would now be a bad time to tell you it’s on your neck?”

[totallynottherealalliprince]

Dialogue Prompt

“I hated him... I hated him so much.” 

“... I know--”

“So then why am I sitting here grieving for him? What’s wrong with me?” 

[thepinkshirtinzara]

if ur still doing prompts for 19 days can you do "Sorry, what was that?" (#76) w/ Tian x Mo? I just think it fits them xD

Hello, cutie! 

Thank you, that’s such a cute concept, especially with those two :D I hope, you like it! 

Masterlist  of  prompts

Prompt #76 “Sorry, what was that?” Pairing: He Tian x Mo Guanshan 

“Sorry, what was that?”

The amount of smugness on He Tian’s face made Mo’s eyes squint. He drew a quick breath through his nose, his chest tensing.

“I said move,” he repeated loudly, catching a glimpse of the closed school gate. “You are on my way, you idiot.”

As expected, He Tian didn’t move for an inch. Instead, he tilted his head and bended slightly towards the redhead.

“What are you saying? I can’t hear you—”

“Stop fucking with me!”   

Mo’s hand shook. Goddamit, the day in that stupid school had already been shitty enough! He didn’t need that chicken dick now, especially not in the only place he could leave the school through!

He Tian’s face winced into an even bigger smirk.

“Now, now. No need to get so angry.” He Tian’s voice was supposedly soothing. “I’m just making sure you won’t skip any classes today.”

“I don’t need your help,” Mo answered dryly. “Let me go, bastard. I need to get something.”

Seeing how Mo attempted to walk beside him, He Tian blocked the path with his hand.

“What do you need?”

“What even is your problem?!” Mo stomped around, vainly trying to pass He Tian’s barricade. “Just let me fucking go!”

He Tian noticed Mo’s fist immediately; he caught it midair and, using his free hand, he pressed Mo’s nape into the nearby wall.

“I asked you what do you needed.”

“Fuck you!”  

Pressing his thumb and index finger under Mo’s jaw, He Tian could actually the speed of his pulse. This, combined with the faintest shaking of Mo’s body has melted the seeds of his irritation.  

“Come on, little Mo…,” He Tian purred, gliding his nose over Mo’s cheek towards his ear. “I’ll give you whatever you want…”

Mo cursed himself, when some weird sound almost escaped his mouth. This damn idiot was too fucking close!

“Come on…” Mo’s entire jaws clenched upon hearing another of He Tian’s whispers. “Tell me…?”

Dammit to hell!

“…wich.”

“Huh?”

“A sandwich!” The redhead growled, angry with his shaky, stuttering voice. “I just wanted to get a sandwich!”

“So you are just hungry, huh?”

The vibration of He Tian’s voice caused a wave of electricity going through Mo’s entire body. He kept being silent, feeling hotter and hotter with every passing millisecond.

“What shall we eat today then?”

Mo wasn’t able to keep his breath in any longer, and, when he finally let himself breathe again, He Tian’s smell attacked him with full force. He felt dizzy.

“St-stop this, idiot!” Mo hissed through his teeth. “I’m not making any stupid beef stew tonight…!”

He Tian pressed his smile into redhead’s neck. “Let’s make love, then~”

The sound of ringing bell cut off Mo’s incomprehensible insults midway.

[windmill69]

Notice Me Senpai~

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