#atlas' drabble

[thatrando13]

Writing drabble based off of this:

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The miserable ache within my bones is far more painful than I imagined. Deep and soul-wrenching is the pain.

All I hear is the gentle whispers of the wind, slow and soothing. Like a mother's lullaby, the last sounds calling me to darkness, to the endless void the old one's call home.

What will I become? The thought plagues me, keeps me awake in the ever fitful sleep. Eventually I will know. Soon.

Laboured and deeply shallow my breaths begin to slow once again I shall fall into that deep sleep. Until the ache brings me back to waking, piercing and poisonous.

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A loud whisper is what wakes me, new yet familiar. One I have not heard since long long years ago. A prayer.

They whisper of protection, safety against some threat, fear drenches their words. Yet there is an undertone of anger, rising like bile, thick and heavy like blood. The desire for vengeance.

Intruige lays it's iron-steeled hand upon my heart. What shall become of me? One can only know, but I shall not know today.

To preserve or raze, with my slow aching body, intruige raving for answers and a prayer floating my by ear.

I walk. Walk to answers, walk to long forgotten duties. To hope that this prayer will not be my last.

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[thatrando13]

Finally He thinks, with a smile on his face, as his eyes close. Finally, I shall be rid of this world.

Oh so he hoped, with closed eyes and that bitter smile a whisper floats down to this place. The seclusion, the hide-away he had long ago snuck into in order to escape the depravity above.

This whisper, one full of hope and a touch of longing brings him from this daze. The beginning of the end. It causes him to frown, after long seclusion who dares call his name? Dares to let his name float in the wind once again?

With a shake of his head, curiousity builds but so does disdain. Had he not made it clear? That he no longer wished to walk among them? The desperate and greedy which prowled the earth?

No matter, one final act until he leaves it all behind.

So, with a scowl etched upon his face as though it belonged to a cliffside and irritation thrumming slowly but powerfully in his veins the deity leaves his years long seclusion and for a, hopefully final time, enters the world of man.

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It is strange to be here after so long, the humans walk among far more metal spires. Upon listening to the tales, perched in the shadows the deity learns. Learns of a barely gone plauge which wracked the world and forced them to cover their faces. The new world is strange, yet the same. Still full of that vile prejudice that crowds the mind.

Not long until it ends. That brings a smile to his lips. Swiftly, upon another hopeful prayer the deity with all his magics and tricks locates the tiny human that keeps him from fading.

After a moment to decide his form, simple and befitting the modern day of the humans, the deity enters this human's home, the one who decided to keep him from the final peace he so craved. Slipping easily into the home he stands before this fickle life.

"So, tiny human, to what do I owe for the displeasure of your calling?" He asks, weary yet eager.

The human begins their tale and the deity listens, enraptured.

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A deity has had enough and is ready to die, however one tiny human still calls their name in prayer, forcing this deity to exist. The deity now attempts to help the tiny human in order to finally fade away.

[hanasnx]

so.. hot take fix idea..

fire lord zuko would totally try to fuck you anywhere.. i mean, who’d stop him? from the garden balconies to the throne room or even dining room and study.. it’s very evident that he loves you to everyone around and isn’t afraid to let anyone else know it either.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Zuko," you chide under your breath, shying away from ZUKO's lips that brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "Compose yourself." you hushed instruction is paid no heed as he presses himself into your back, pinning you between the railing and his body.

His lowered voice washes warm breath over your ear, sending chills down your spine, "How can I? I can't keep my hands off you." It's in poor taste for the Fire Lord to express such ardent desire so publicly, the balcony overlooking the courtyard is hardly the most inconspicuous place to do it. Even through his layers of robing, you can feel a familiar prodding, and you gasp when his teeth bite into your flesh to distract you. "No one's around." he expresses as if it's encouragement instead of a thinly veiled ploy. It's part of the thrill for him.

The official dressings you wear are inaccessible, you're unsure of how he'll proceed without baring you entirely for the world to see. When his hands grab at the fabrics, bunching them up to inch them higher you reach back to catch him. "Zuko!" you whisper indignantly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. He leans in, furthering you over the balcony from his weight as he steals a grinning kiss from you.

"A quick one, my love. If anyone so much as looks in your direction I'll skin them alive." The barbaric threat is entirely to make you dissolve into giggles as a distraction, moving aside the expensive silks so he can get at what he knows is waiting for him underneath.

[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about how Zuko almost never laughs in canon. And how Sokka takes alot of his identity from being the “funny one”, the one who can always lighten a mood and make people smile.

Thinking about a Sokka who makes it his mission to get Zuko to even so much as smile. Laughter is his goal, but he’ll take even just a soft smile if he can get it.

He doesn’t know why it irks him so much, that smiles so rarely grace Zuko’s face, that laughter is so rarely heard from the teen Firelord.

But Sokka knows he wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. He can’t explain it- maybe it’s because Zuko is the one person who doesn’t so easily laugh at his jokes- but it becomes an obsession for him.

Over time, Sokka becomes the only person who can wheedle out a genuine laugh from Zuko. The only one who can ease his worry-lined face into softness, who can make a smile appear on his pressed thin lips.

Zuko starts to seek him out, whenever he’s feeling particularly worn down. When pressure sinks into his bones, when tension weighs on his shoulders like the goddamn earth itself- it’s Sokka’s easy smile and quick wit that he seeks.

Before long, they’re both spending every free second they can find in eachother’s company. Sokka stops trying to get Zuko to laugh just to feel better about himself- he starts trying to get him to laugh just because he loves the sound. And Zuko stops seeking Sokka out just because he knows he’ll feel a little calmer from his jokes- he seeks him out because he knows he’ll feel at peace from Sokka.

It’s slow, the way they fall in love. It doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not a flash, no collision that leaves them dazed.

It’s a snowball of little moments. It’s shared laughs and small smiles, it’s leaned on shoulders and quiet evenings where neither utters a word.

It’s slow, but that’s the kind of love that lasts. They wade into the water instead of diving straight in, and by the time they reach the deep end- they both find that they’ve learned how to swim.

[seumyo]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU ⭑.ᐟ CHRISTMAS SERIES

wherein a gift for the holidays is served to you by one of santa’s trusty helpers.

❆ DECEMBER 1ST. THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Wife!Reader

On the first fall of snow, Bakugou Katsuki could ignore how exhausted his muscles ache from hero work, how he hates the cold season, how his winter clothes are way too uncomfortably tight—because all he could see in this very moment is you.

❆ DECEMBER 4TH. MOONLIGHT SONATA.

PAIRING. Malleus Draconia/Fem!Reader

A banquet is being hosted in the Valley of Thorns? How strange, even for those who’ve resided in the barran quiet lands for centuries and counting. The beloved of Malleus Draconia wishes for one, and whatever she wishes for, he’ll oblige with little resistance.

❆ DECEMBER 7TH. THE PROCESS OF HOLIDAY GIFTS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Ushijima Wakatoshi/Wife!Reader

Truth be told, Wakatoshi wants to be involved in the holiday planning from beginning to end. It’s his way of healing something that he never thought was broken. And so he can proudly write “From: Mom and Dad” on his little treasures’ gifts.

❆ DECEMBER 10TH. YOUR PERSONAL HEATER IS THE FIRELORD!

PAIRING. Firelord!Zuko/Gender Neutral!Reader

To the world, Zuko was many things. He is the reigning firelord of the nation you were so familiar with, one of the most respected leaders in this era. But to you, Zuko was just Zuko. Your personal heater to combat the cold, even.

❆ DECEMBER 13TH. THE SENTIMENT OF THE MISTLETOE.

PAIRING. Kenji Sato/Gender Neutral!Reader

In which your boyfriend Kenji Sato abuses the sentiment of the mistletoe, and suddenly there’s one in every corner of your home.

❆ DECEMBER 16TH. RECENT BAKING NEWS: GINGERBREAD MAN MURDERED BY ICING!

PAIRING. Tokoyami Fumikage/Gender Neutral!Reader

Many gingerbread men were sacrificed and burned to get that perfect gingerbread man you wanted. Tokoyami’s just here to give you just that, but not without a messy baking process first.

❆ DECEMBER 19TH. TO STAY, AND MAYBE STAY FOREVER.

PAIRING. Leona Kingscholar/Fem!Reader

You chose what you’ll be doing for the holidays last year, so now it’s rightfully Leona’s turn. Maybe a trip to Sunset Savannah? Travel the world for a week? What could your princely boyfriend want to do for the holidays?

❆ DECEMBER 22ND. BIBINGKA BY BEN AND BEN

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Iwaizumi Hajime/Filipina!Reader

After years of hoping and planning, your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, finally visits your home country for the holidays. And he helplessly falls more in love with you than he already has during his stay.

❆ DECEMBER 25TH. A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Fem!Reader

A younger, more naïve Bakugou thought he’d be settled in life by the age of 26. With a nice house, a good career ahead of him, and a wife and maybe expecting their first child. Well, now that he’s 26, he can say that he’s settled in life. He may not have his own house yet, but a nice apartment would do. He has a good career, though it wasn’t in the rank that his younger self found ideal, but it’s ok; he’s not in a rush. And he may not have a wife yet, but he’s about to once he proposes to you.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[meg-noel-art]

Only ever Koko and Kyoshi brainrot ;;;--;;; Accompanying drabble by @foibles-fables linked above! <3

[thefallennightmare]

Hey so, after texting these to @blueskylinesx with my thoughts, I decided to share it here with all of you so please enjoy.

Pure filth under the cut. 18+ only! Cock warming, neck biting, scratching, dirty talk, Jesse being a simp for his sweetheart. Jesse in nothing but that leather shirt.

���Fuck sweetheart,” Jesse murmured as you dragged your teeth down his neck, leaving your tongue in the wake of your love bites.

“God I love your neck,” you purred before sucking on the spot below his ear; the spot you knew he loved.

His cock twitched inside of you as you sat on his lap, your legs wrapped around his lower back and your arms resting on his shoulder. You were completely bare for him and so was he; well for the most part.

The only thing he wore was his leather button up. When the new ERRA pictures dropped earlier of him wearing it, it drove you wild and you needed him in it as soon as possible.

His curls were unruly as it fell into his face when you continued to litter his neck in red marks. Marking what was yours.

“I can’t-.” He choked out while gripping your hips.

“Don’t forget the rules, Jesse. You start fucking me then the game is over,” you reminded him while sinking your nails into the material of his leather shirt.

His cock was stiff inside of you as you rolled your hips slowly back and forth, still working on the dark mark just below his chin. The roughness of his facial hair scratched at your lips but you loved how it felt. While you made the rule of him not being able to fuck you until you were finished marking him that didn’t mean you couldn’t slowly ride him.

“Your cock feels so good,” you pushed his head back a bit to pepper kisses along his pulse point.

“Y/N. Please.” Jesse was begging now. Begging to finally be able to fill you up.

“Please what?” You finally detached your lips from his neck so you could look into his eyes.

They were blown wide with lust and his bottom lip wavered.

“Can I please fill you up, sweetheart? I need to feel that pretty cunt squeeze me dry.”

He was all but two inches inside of you, something you purposely did to tease him, so you finally agreed by sitting down on his cock completely, both of your shared moans echoing in the bedroom.

“Since you were such a good boy during our cock warning fun,” you groaned out in pleasure as he began fucking up into you.

[elmundodeflor]

And just like that, she’d fallen for him.

Spring. Summer. Autumn. The world had its cycles. There had been peace before war, and peace would come after bloodsheds and battles.

Katara looks at Zuko, at how he stares out to the width in the horizons. The curves of his nose and lips are soft, much like the colors of the leaves around them. The lines of his jaw and cheeks are sharp, in contrast.

He’s a beautiful man; she’s always thought so, even when they were enemies and he’d sworn he’d kill them. She likes it better this way, though— being friends, confidants, long-time companions. Kindness suits him more, either way. She likes how his face looks when he’s calm, — when there’s no rage to contort his scar, no scowl furrowing his brow.

She also likes that he knows her. That they can stand, silence pending between them, and it’s never too tense or uncomfortable. Zuko is just that good to her. He never puts too much pressure on her shoulders, — she’s had enough of that already. Instead, he soothes the rough edges. Lets her make her own choices and never judges her for them.

He looks back at her. An easy smile grazes his features; baffling, tortuous, beautiful. Katara has to fight the urge to freeze some water from her bottle and smash it across her searing face.

“Do you wanna…”, his voice cuts through the wind, raspy as it ever was. When he talks, it’s evident that he’s nervous. That he’s been circling around his thoughts and can’t seem to find the words. “I mean…”, he tries again. “Do you wanna stay here until you decide what to do?”

She hums, then turns her gaze back to the gardens. Aang had asked her to travel the world along with him, — to be by his side and help other people, from other nations and villages. She had yet to give him a proper answer.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to— go on missions, hear the masses’ suffering and be present in whatever way she could. Maybe, it was that she simply had pictured something different for herself. She could be so much more than just the “Avatar’s girl”! She could go home, lend a useful hand to Sokka and her dad advocating for their tribe. She could be an ambassador.

She could be with Zuko.

She can imagine the whole thing all too well, actually, — being on the palace, with him, until she could confront Aang about what to do. They could go for an evening stroll, feed turtleducks by the lake. Zuko’d make tea way past dinner time, and she’d laugh along with Suki when he’d burn his tongue by the first sip.

“There’s nothing I’d like more.”, she tells him, then. They are in one of the many balconies, staring out at the sun. The last scraps of summer have flushed with the breeze, and now the trees look all kinds of reds, yellows, oranges. Almost like they’ve caught on fire.

Zuko smiles at her again. A shy, wonderful thing that makes his eyes glint. His hair’s shaggy and overgrown, and falls limp between the honey of his irises. His cheeks burn a bright pink that, Katara deduces, might be from the gentle light warming up their faces.

“Okay.”, he says. He likes this, as well, — having her around. That he can open up to someone he can share his scars with, both the physical and the ones that lay underneath.

Katara inches close to him, just enough so that their elbows nudge together. The world has its cycles, she believes. Blue skies bleed into the darkness of the night. Ice defrosts when heated-up. And just like that, she’d fall for Zuko— delicate, and raw, and over and over. Helpless, like the moon that carries down the tides. Hopeless, like the autumn leaves that fall, ever so slow, and now gather at their feet like sea-foam.

“Okay.”

[rowiewritesstuff]

hello!! can i req a toph x fem!firebender reader and toph cuddling with her for warmth >•< ty!!

PLATONIC

Toph X Firebender! Reader 

The two of you were freezing. Aang, Katara, and Sokka all seemed fine- something about growing up with cold weather. You didn’t care- it was damn cold. You were used to a tropical climate with beaches and no need for blankets. It wasn’t even “cold” here- but it was still unusual for you too. You used an old firebending trick to warm your body. It was dangerous if it went  uncontrolled but you excelled at firebending. 

“Can’t sleep either?” Toph sounded irritated. You nodded, but remembered she was blind.

“Yeah. Too damn cold.” You spoke softly so as to not wake the others.”I’m using firebending to keep warm.”

Toph huffed and plopped down next to you, curling into your arm. You felt awkward. “What are you doing?”

“Warming up, duh.” She snarked. 

You sighed and laid down. You gazed at the top of the makeshift tent and thought of everything you’d do after Ozai was defeated. You slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

You felt something tickling your nose and a loud noise. Your eyes slowly peeled open to see something fuzzy on your nose- a tail. Momo was sitting on your head for warmth. Looking over to the loud noise you discover Sokka, curled up to your leg. Katara and Aang were also here, making a big dogpile. You laughed quietly when you realized they must have come in here for warmth too. 

You thought of waking them so you could start cooking, but you decided to let them sleep. After all there is no way of knowing if everyone will get a peaceful sleep again. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

⟣ honey calcite (confidence) || Atlas May ||

A/n: Since we don't know much of Atlas, I can see him being the polar opposite of Asa sweet, being a man of few words

Prompt used:

⟣ honey calcite (confidence) - "if you could see yourself the way i see you, you'd never be insecure about anything ever again."

crystal prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

Atlas was a man of few words, he didn't say much but he knew what to say when he did. You knew that working for him and it only cemented the information when you married the man.

He always seemed to know how to make you feel better, always knew what to say and today was no different.

It was one of those days, the one's where you have no energy for anything. The day where you couldn't stand to even look at yourself in a mirror because you hated your appearance.

Atlas had stepped into the bedroom, he had wanted to take you out to that restaurant you liked so much since he noticed how down you've been feeling but seeing you curled under the massive amount of blankets he had a feeling that it won't be happening anytime soon.

"Darling." Stepping close, Atlas sat on the edge of the bed. "Can you please look at me."

Sniffling you poked your head out peering at the man with a small pout on your lips. "Yes."

Brushing away a stray tear, he gave you a gentle smile. "Would you like to go out?"

"No...I never want to go out again. I don't know why you even married me...I'm ugly."

Frowning, Atlas grasped your chin forcing you to look at him. "if you could see yourself the way i see you, you'd never be insecure about anything ever again."

Adverting your gaze for a moment, you gave him a weak smile. He always knew what to say, how to male your heart flutter. "And how's that?"

"Beautiful....my soulmate." Atlas pressed his head against yours.

Now smiling, you shifted your body to slump into his, your head nuzzling into his chest. "I guess we can go out."

"Are you sure?" Atlas rubbed your back gently.

"I'm sure."

[thatrando13]

Masterlist:

Heathers fics:

Series:

Heathers Shots

Our Love Is God

Slept Like The Dead

Flours & Flour

The View I Hold Of You

Wednesday (2022) fics:

Waiting for the Hurricane

Stranger Things fics:

Stranger Things oneshots:

No Hope In Store

Cobra Kai fics:

Too Close For Comfort

Other:

Book Of Poetry (Ao3 collection of poems)

Atlas' Drabble (short stories, prompts ect)

Frieda Writes (short stories, prompts ect)

Atlas' Poetry (poems)

Atlas Rambles (own posts, text, images ect)

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[thatrando13]

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Nothing lasts forever, you suppose. Not peace, not life. Not the life you'd made for yourself so many years ago. One filled with smiles, laughter, joy. Love. Something certainly lacking before.

And something you're missing now. Because they dared touch what was yours.

That gorgeous hero you'd met on the field of battle, smile shining brighter than the sun. Grinning in triumph, before you'd knocked some sense into her. And yet she'd come back, stronger, more determined.

Of course you'd fallen for her, that determination, smile. Her laugh, everything. The way her eyes drank in the light like deep pools of gold. You were smitten, yearning for those moments when the touches lingered for a little too long, the smiles too warm to be between opponents. The moments that became the norm. Especially once you'd retired.

And now they were gone, snuffed out like light in winter.

So you'd have to bring the light.

One thing you'd learned was that people spend far too long being afraid of the dark that they don't see the true monsters. The ones that blend in, with charming smiles, dazzling words. The ones that are in plain sight, living in quiet places, able to hide. The one you were.

It was time to teach them how to truly be afraid.

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It doesn't take you long to find them, a boss and his henchmen. Gladiator and his legion. The name is so silly it seems redundant. They're all show, no presentation. Cackling their victories to the heavens, without the care of who sees.

You slip in quietly, unannounced. It's almost too easy for you.

With long years of knowledge and expert hands, the lock to the door clicks, allowing access. Granting you another step closer.

A high ceiling marks the main hall, dark and foreboding with blades dangling from strings above. It's gaudy yet you respect the sense of danger it brings. Shall the strings slip loose? Strain too far and snap? Shall the floor be marked with the sound of horror and pain as blood splatters the floor?

It seems the halls is built for sound as the gasps of the surprised villains echo to the skies. Gladiator's words come out in a bellow as rage clings to his features. Twisting his lips to form a snarl. "What do you think you're doing here?! You're supposed to be dead!" He says, bringing a small smile to your face. "Death is a social construct." You retort, "For some."

He scowls, rising from the lavish throne built from the blood and tears of his enemies and allies. You smile as you walk to meet him, the others in the hall skittering and shuffling their feet, some with fearful eyes and others with a gleam known as admiration. With a sad thought you recognise that they can't even compare to the greats, nothing but candles to roaring bonfires. The old villains you knew. Allies, acquaintances and rivals, unknown and close.

Gladiator stands a few feet from you, chest puffed out. That wicked smile on your face widens, he plays to the audience, desires the attention to play leader. "So, what do we owe the pleasure of the great Icarus returning from the dead?" His tone is mocking, jabbing at solid steel hoping to make a cut when all he owns is wood.

Cold and sharp your words fall from your lips like the spears of Achilles. "You've taken something that belongs to me." Murmurs fill the uneasy silence, watching this play out. His eyebrows rise in realisation as Gladiator makes the connection. "You're- You- And Bluejay?!" Fear swiftly follows suprise as it settles.

Fear is the last thing you see on little Gladiator's pathetic face.

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You find her with a smile on your face, weary and blood covered. But now, the two of you are safe.

She smiles too, hand clasping yours as you make your way to the home, the life you'd built together.

You'd give her your life and soul, so long as she would let you.

For you were Icarus and she was your sun, and you knew so long as she'd let you, you'd scorch your wings and body just for her.

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Thank you so much for reading! I loved this prompt and hope I did it justice.

-> Atlas

You’re a retired S-tier supervillain. After you retired, you married a B-tier hero. You are forced back onto the stage when an A-tier villain attempts to kill your spouse.

[hanasnx]

throne sex with fire lord zuko 🤭?

- :))

MINORS DNI 18+

ZUKO loves when you ride him. It's one of his favorite sights. To steady you, and for his own personal enjoyment, he'll cup your tits to feel them bounce and fill his palms. It's an empty throne room, not even his personal guard is here. They keep watch at his doors and try not to listen in to the Fire Lady's seductive song.

In a way, he knows what he's doing is sacrilegious, desecrating a sacred space with debauchery of the highest order but how can he not indulge himself on the addictive taste of power? His fire creates a barrier between he and everything else, it burns hot on your back while you face him. His adoring wife smiling down at him with that pleasured expression on your face.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes in pure awe, unable to tear his eyes away from yours as you work hard to make him feel good. Your perfect body undulating over him as he gets to hold you and feel every inch of bare skin.

[chris-prank]

Can we get any NSFW headcanons for the lovely Atlas? (I love him so much you don't understand)

Yandere sub android NSFW drabbles

Im so happy you love Atlas! I really do need to give him more attention😔 

I promise one day I’ll write a complete nsfw one shot for Atlas 🙏🏻If you don't know him already you can read his Part 1 here!

CW: NSFW, mention of overstimulation, mention of cum taste and giving head

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Atlas puts your pleasure before his own, but he still has a preference to take a more submissive role during sex. He just loves having you in charge.

He adores giving head, since Atlas has more control with his mouth and hands to make you feel really good. In addition, if you pet his head while he is between your legs, it’s going to be heaven on earth for him. 

 He is very talkative during sex, he especially likes telling you how much he loves you and how great you are. That will obviously be accompanied by moans, whimpers and whines, as he can actually feel pleasure! 

He absolutely wants to hear you say that you love him too, it makes his wires feel all hot and bothered. 

His dick size is adjustable. He can make it larger, longer, smaller, you name it! Atlas can even make it vibrate if you ask him to. 

You can also change the taste of his cum! Hydrotech has a variety of options going from the classic taste to ones like chocolate or honey flavored. 

He considers his cock a dildo and his asshole a fleshlight, so if you were to use any of those sex toys he would feel a bit betrayed and left aside. 

Atlas loveee being overstimulated, especially because you can prevent him from cumming, like literally. So even if his body can’t take it anymore and he wants to cum, nothing will come out of him. It makes his mind go blank with pleasure, and he found that to be one of the best sensations for his system. 

You can actually access his sensitivity level in his settings with an app. Perfect to play with while you two are in the middle of doing it 🤭

His voice glitch when he cum or when you overstimulate him (I feel like this is a staple for android/robot characters.) 

His voice also becomes more high pitched and whiny during sex, no more monotonous tone for him. 

Atlas often imitates actions, words, attitudes that he sees in the porn you read or watch. He likes to surprise you with new submissive slutty things he learned off the internet and satisfy your inner fantasies. He is not into role play per say, but he is down to do it and gets very convincing in his roles. 

He doesn’t have any body hair, he is smooth smooth. Also, he has metallic patterns on his chest and tummy just like the metal plates on both of his cheeks! They are especially sensitive to the touch.

He feel the urge to call you master during sex.

When you guys are done he’ll make sure to make you drink some water, ask if he can clean you up, change the bed sheets, etc. He knows that after care is a crucial part of sex.

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When writing I felt like an hydrotech employee trying to promote all the androids 18+ functionalities 😂

[lovelydork505]

Platonic yandere! Uncle Iroh x reader

(tw: yandere, dark fiction, implied obsessive behaviour, mentions of manipulation)

This is just a concept, I actually haven't thought about it much this is basically just a word vomit.

No matter how you two meet, I feel like it's no surprise that he's not overbearing.

In fact, compared to ozai, he is pretty nice and reader probably won't even notice the rise of his tendencies as a yandere.

Uncle Iroh chooses and values humility over pride so he's pretty chill. He is wise and takes great joy if he manages to get reader to laugh with one of his jokes.

If you aren't a part of the royal family, maybe you originally meet him at a tea shop you frequent or work at.

How long he knows of you will also depend if you are from the fire nation or Ba sing se

His fixation probably starts if you reminded him on anyway shape or form of his deceased son. Even as wise as he is, Uncle Iroh is not imune to grief and it's sorrowful claws, which sometimes leads to some irrational paranoia (not that reader or anyone else is aware).

With that, he wishes to be by your side no matter what, it's enough to just bask in your presence and to know reader is safe and sound at all times.

I see him carrying something you own with him 24/7, so if your favourite necklace is suddenly missing don't worry to much about it. Oh? You're sad about it? He'll buy you another one so you'll always have with you something to remind you of him

He's actually really sweet period

Even though he's just an old man, don't let looks deceive you, he is pretty powerful, a general and brother of the Fire Lord Ozai, when it comes to you and your safety, if it's necessary he won't hesitate to use any of his titles, although he prefers peace over battle.

Teaches you a lot os things like how to brew tea property. Loves to make you tea and other blends

If you don't know how, he'll also teach you how to play pai sho

As we all know, he is great at giving advice when you come to him with your problems, he loves listening to you. If reader has any activities they enjoy he'll absolutely insist to participate.

Best emotional support and company, you'll find it easy to talk to him about anything and everything, and in the middle of your excited rambles you won't even realize the amount of personal questions you've answered and the kind man who is mentally memorising it all, drinking it like the golden liquid of the gods

He tells you stories of his time as a general, tales of the spirit world and shares his knowledge of culture from other nations.

He doesn't care if you can bend or not, you being you is enough.

His yandere side doesn't really shine through that much, he lets you have all the freedom you want but you'll come to notice that he's always near, seemingly afraid to stray too far.

Like a father, he praises you for everything not just because of his tendencies but because he's genuinely proud of you.

Even if he doesn't like it, he'll subtly manipulate you to stay with him or to not leave permanently without him for another path of life .

Of course, that's just the tip of the iceberg, once reader ceases to be oblivious of their situation some things are bound to change.