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[atlaswrrld]

anyone else before i get back to base and go to bed?

like this and i’ll go through your meme tag before i go to bed hehehe

[atlaswrrld]

like this and i’ll go through your meme tag before i go to bed hehehe

[atlaswrrld]

 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦,  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐚  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐩  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.  his  eyes  flutter  shut,   inhaling  the  scent  of  her  shampoo.  while  texting  sophie,  he  was  immediately  under  the  impression  that  she  was  in  a  bad  mood.  so  when  he  finished  up  his  stream,  he  took  an  uber  to  hers  to  cheer  her  up.

 ❝of  course,  baby,❞  he  says  softly,  gently  untangling  himself  from  her.  pushing  a  strand  of  hair  away  from  her  face,  he  gives  her  a  small  smile.  ❝is  everything  okay?❞  he  asks,  tone  laced  with  concern.

 taking  her  by  the  hand,  he  leads  her  into  the  living  room,  allowing  her  to  settle  beside  him  on  the  couch.  ❝you  wanna  order  some  food?  we  can  watch  a  movie  or  something.❞  giving  advice  may  not  be  a  strong  suit  for  him,  but  if  anything,   he  could  provide  a  distraction.

do you need a hug?

                                          do  you  need  a  hug?     @atlaswrrld

            " Yes. "  she  nods  her  head  with  a  small  smile  forming  on  her  lips  as  she  reaches  up  to  lift  his  arms,  enveloping  herself  in  their  warm  embrace.  settling  into  his  hold,  a  wave  of  relief  washes  over  her,  instantly  easing  the  tension  that  had  built  up  inside.  a  little  happiness  blooms  within  her  as  she  realizes  that  he  came  to  her  aid  when  she  called  out  for  him.  for  a  moment,  she  had  worried  that  he  might  be  too  caught  up  in  his  own  tasks  to  respond,  but  the  fact  that  he  prioritized  her  over  everything  else  ignites  a  feeling  deep  in  her  chest—one  that  is  unfamiliar  yet  profoundly  comforting.  it  is  a  mixture  of  gratitude  and  warmth  that  she  never  quite  expected  to  experience,  and  it  leaves  her  feeling  cherished  and  valued  in  a  way  she  hadn’t  known  before.   " Thank  you  for  coming  baby.  I  feel  better  already just having you here. "

[atlaswrrld]

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬’  𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬  𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝,  𝐚  𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.  rolling  his  eyes  at  ambrose,  he  waves  a  dismissive  hand.  why's  he  so  freaked  out?  it's  not  like  they're  destroying  their  products  ── that,  he  wouldn't  dream  of  doing.  ❝relax,  bro.  it’s  a  harmless  prank.  they  see  it,  get  annoyed,  we  take  it  down.  no  big  deal.❞  grabbing  his  phone,   he  snaps  a  quick  photo  of  the  chaos ── a  souvenir  for  laughs  later.

 noticing  ambrose’s  apprehensive  expression,  atlas  wraps  a  hand  around  his  wrist  and  lets  out  a  sigh.   ❝are  you  seriously  that  scared?❞  he  asks,  teeth  scraping  over  his  bottom  lip  as  he  fights  back  a  laugh.  ❝look,  we  can  hit  lil’s  room  next,  or  if  you’re  really  freaking  out,  we’ll  just  take  it  all  down.   but,  come  on,   man ── what  are  you  afraid  of?  worst  case,  we  grab  a  girl  each,   sling  ’em  over  our  shoulders,  and  then  what  are  they  gonna  do?❞

               𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆? ambrose paused, his hands falling to his sides with a roll of tape and some kind of lip stuff held loosely within his grasp. did atlas know the turmoil that would transpire when the girls returned home? there was always the possibility of raised voices and an endless lecture, and he was confident that lilith would hit them both with a flip-flop in repercussion for their crimes. taking the eyelash thing from his best friend, he sighed softly, and blue eyes traveled back to the ceiling, examining everything that had already been taped up there.

               reluctantly taping the last two items to the smooth surface, ambrose couldn't help but think about how fucked they were now. if there was one thing he'd learned from being raised by a single mother and living with lilith and saylor, it was that makeup was something they deemed essential ── vital. why was the target of the prank their makeup products? ❝ i don't think you're taking this seriously enough, atty. ❞ as usual.

               he stepped down from the chair and gripped atlas' shoulders firmly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ❝ we're going to get yelled at and hit with a flip-flop. you want to get smacked in the head with a flip-flop today? you fucking masochist. when i say that i like an adrenaline rush, this isn't what i mean by it at all. ❞

[atlaswrrld]

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[atlaswrrld]

 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐦𝐞𝐭  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞,  𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐛𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐞𝐧𝐝  𝐮𝐩.   however,  gaming  together  led  to  talking,  and  that  talking  led  to  flirting,  and  before  they  knew  it,   the  pair  were  inseparable  ──  as  inseparable  as  two  can  be  living  on  the  other  side  of  the  world.

 atlas  can’t  help  the  slight  grin  that  tugs  at  his  lips  as  they  kiss.  the  little  whine  mape  makes  that’s  muffled  by  their  lips  fused  together.  mapplethorpe  is  the  first  to  pull  apart,  both  breathless  from  the  kiss.  atlas’  grin  widens  as  he  presses  their  foreheads  together.

 ❝definitely  answers  my  question.❞  atlas  chuckles,  pressing  another  quick  kiss  to  the  other’s  lips.  ❝i’m  so  fucking  happy  you’re  here.❞

oh, when isn't mapplethorpe speaking? he always has a lot to say. especially whenever he's nervous. he doesn't think he's ever been this nervous in his life. mapplethorpe landis was never the type to become nervous! nothing scared him! though, something about finally being alone with atlas after he had arrived in la made his stomach twist in knots. god, he couldn't stop talking. what was he even talking about? how all his friends were really lovely. how he feels so welcomed. oh, is he supposed to sleep on the couch? just rapid fire comments and questions.

he doesn't expect atlas to lean forward, capturing his lips. he can't help but let out a little squeak followed by a hum whenever he processes what was going on. atlas pulls away, the blonde's midnight blue eyes were wide. god, he's pretty sure he's starting to look like a tomato too. eyes search atlas's face as he starts to stumble over his words, worried he may have upset him. he can't help but let out a little laugh, leaning forward to catch his lips again.

fingers find there way into his curls, causing mapplethorpe to nearly climb onto atlas's lap as they sat on the couch purely on impulse. he'll whine into atlas's mouth as he deepens the kiss, following his lead. he hopes that he isn't obvious with how he doesn't exactly know what he's doing. after a few moments, he'll pull away to press his forehead against his own to catch his breath.

"does that answer your question?"

[atlaswrrld]

@icebrgvdka asked: do i look good like this?

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄.)

 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬  𝐚  𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.  atlas  lifts  his  head  from  between  her  thighs,  his  eyes  trail  over  her  form.  she’s  seated  on  his  bathroom  vanity  naked,  legs  spread.  she’s  a  sight  to  behold.  his  tongue  slides  along  his  lips,  savoring  her  taste.  ❝good  isn’t  even  the  word,❞   he  shakes  his  head  as  he  moves  to  press  his  lips  to  hers.  his  hand  slides  up  her  thigh  so  his  fingers  can  rub  gentle  circles  against  her  clit,  wanting  to  prove  his  point  and  pleasure  her  at  the  same  time.  ❝you’re  fucking  breathtaking  des.❞   he  says  as  he  pulls  away  from  her  mouth.  ❝you’re  the  sexiest  woman  i’ve  ever  seen.   you  look  perfect  anytime,  any  day,  in  any  place.❞

 his  face  settles  between  her  thighs  again,  moaning  softly  as  his  tongue  slides  along  her  slick  core.  ❝fuck,  you  taste  so  good.❞  he  groans,  repeating  the  motion  again.  one  of  his  arms  hooks  beneath  her  knee,  bending  the  joint  to  grant  him  better  access.  he  gazes  up  at  her,  moaning  again  at  the  sight.  ❝so  fucking  perfect.❞  then  he  wraps  his  lips  around  her  clit,   knowing  the  only  thing  that  will  make  this  even  better  is  seeing  her  fall  apart  for  him.

[atlaswrrld]

@fritemare asked: "PINNED"

send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬'  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧,  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  ──  𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐨𝐟𝐟  𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥,  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.  ❝oh  damn,  baby.❞  he  chuckles.  part  of  him  wants  to  break  free  and  switch  their  positions,  but  the  other  part  of  him  can't  deny  the  excitement  he  feels,  evident  by  the  way  his  jeans  begin  to  grow  tighter.  ❝what  now?❞   he  asks  teasingly.  ❝you  tryna  have  your  way  with  me?❞

[atlaswrrld]

[atlaswrrld]

@kewlerthanu asked: 🔥

send me a 🔥 and i'll tell you one thing my muse finds attractive about yours

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐭  𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞,  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞,  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.  ❝why  are  you  fishing  for  compliments  right  now?   nothing,  there’s  nothing  attractive  about  you.❞   he  says,   lips  pressing  together,  doing  a  horrendous  job  hiding  his  grin.  finally,  his  smile  widens.  he  presses  his  lips  to  ambrose’s  in  a  quick  kiss.  ❝i  know  most  people  would  say  your  eyes,  but  that’s  too  basic.  what  i  find  attractive  about  you  is  your  cheekbones,   or  your  hands;  especially  how  they  feel  when  you  touch  me,  or  you  know,  your  cock  is  nice  too.❞  he  laughs  at  the  last  one,  ❝oops  i  might’ve  said  more  than  one.❞

[atlaswrrld]

[atlaswrrld]

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞  𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭;  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦,  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐝𝐚𝐲  𝐨𝐧𝐞,   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚  𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.  he  can  see  the  contemplation  on  his  face;  a  burst  of  laughter  escapes  atlas’  lips  when  mape  finally  speaks.   ❝inspiring  baby.❞  atlas  says  through  a  fit  of  laughter,  shaking  his  head,  reaching  out  and  ruffling  the  blonde’s  hair.  ❝you’re  such  a  fool.❞

@atlaswrrld sent in: ❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

midnight blue eyes shift over to look at atlas, his mouth falling a gap slightly. he had been hitting the ole' penjamin a little too hard, to say the least. he'll blink slowly, trying to think of something witty to say towards the other before he gives a very lazy shrug of his shoulders.

"man, i don't know. maybe i gotta say your face," yeah, there you go.

[atlaswrrld]

𝐢𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

fandomless original character penned by lindsay.

[atlaswrrld]

 𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞,  𝐡𝐞’𝐬  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝;  𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬  𝐨𝐫  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.  settled  on  his  knees  before  her,   he  awaits  her  next  request.   a  slight  grin  spreads  across  his  face  as  she  pulls  him  closer;  the  pressure  of  her  heel  against  his  back  only  turns  him  on  even  more.  ❝fuck,  yes,  baby.❞  he  nearly  groans,   his  length  twitching  behind  the  confines  of  his  jeans.

 he  leans  in,   essentially  burying  his  head  between  her  thighs;  his  tongue  makes  long,  languid  strokes  through  slick  folds,  moaning  at  her  taste. large  hands  slide  up  her  body,   roughly  grasping  at  her  hips  to  help  keep  her  in  place.   he  always  loves  pleasing  her  like  this;  if  anything,  he  probably  enjoys  the  act  more  than  she  does.

@atlaswrrld asked: ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜

*  ―  𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

               𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀  𝐈𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐅  𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒.   he's  always  eager  to  please  her,   and  she's  never  met  anyone  so  desperate  to  satisfy  her  needs.   whatever  she  wants,   he'll  always  make  sure  she  gets  it,   and  fuck,   it's  such  a  turn-on.   smiling  at  him  as  he  speaks,   she  presses  a  hand  against  his  chest  to  keep  him  from  closing  the  space  between  them,   and  she  glances  at  the  floor.

               ❝ i  want  you  on  your  knees,   baby, ❞   she  says,   though  her  tone  comes  across  as  demanding.   as  soon  as  he  complies,   she  steps  forward,   a  leg  lifting  to  dig  her  heel  into  his  back,   pulling  him  in  towards  her  core.   ❝ be  a  good  boy  and  make  me  feel  good. ❞

[atlaswrrld]

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬,  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧,  𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐯𝐢𝐜  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐢𝐟  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.  his  fingers  find  their  way  into  her  hair  as  she  stifles  her  laughter  against  his  shoulder.  she's  too  fucking  cute.  when  she  finally  answers,  his  eyebrows  shoot  up.   ❝cake,  really?❞   his  words  are  punctuated  with  a  gasp,  and  he  fixes  her  with  an  accusing  look,  doing  his  best  to  hold  in  his  own  laughter. ❝is  that  a  reference  to  my  ass?  you  little  pervert!❞

"If I was a dessert, what kind of dessert would I be?" — @atlaswrrld

the look that she pins him with is confused, like she isn't fully sure that she's even heard him correctly. whatever she'd been expecting out of his mouth — she can very, very confidently say that wasn't it. she has to sit back and process, try to understand the absolutely fucking ridiculous nature of it. then she's laughing, burying her face against his shoulder in an attempt to muffle it.

"dunno," vic finally manages, taking a deep breath as she sits back up. "dunno." there's a pause then and she eyes him, looks him over — she's genuinely considering at this point. "...some sorta cake, probably. final answer."