#she becomes a toy

[liillyliilly]

2049

miya atsumu x reader words; 1262 synopsis; he chases her until he gets her.

She wishes she could crawl away from him, but he’s holding on too tight for comfort. This was only supposed to be a one night, maybe two night, occurrence. But as soon as he bites her, it’s game over and she falls back into bed with him again.

One game theory class and it was over for Miya Atsumu. She was there for her Statistics major, he was there because he majorly misunderstood what game theory was related to, and he found out the hard way that it wasn’t volleyball but rather mathematics. He had begged for homework answers from most of his classmates, and she was just the only one who actually responded to his texts.

From- Miya Atsumu: I need the notes from lecture today, preferably in dumb-dumb language

To- Miya Atsumu: I have my annotated notes, which for you would be three steps above dumb-dumb language, but close enough to function the way you need.

He liked the way she dressed. Her sweaters and skirts. Her t-shirts and jeans. He really liked the shoes she chose to wear. He wanted to play with her like the little dress-up dolls that his younger girl cousins loved to bring around to his house. Strip her down and then layer clothing items back on. Mostly strip her down though.

When she raised her hand in class he had to stop himself from drooling just from the way he reacted to her voice. Was it weird to think that a person was yummy? He just knew her mouth and skin tasted delicious. If the way she smelled was any kind of indicator, then he was in for a treat if he ever did get that far.

Whining for her to come to one of his games may not have been the ideal method of getting her to hook up with him, but it definitely had its merits. Apparently, seeing him sweaty and with a raging god-complex had done it for her enough to agree to a short make out session back at his empty dorm.

His dorm was clean enough, but there were posters of volleyball players everywhere, and medals. She liked the glimmering gold and dazzling silver, the bronze she didn’t care much for. Atsumu let her try on his most recent accolades.

She pouted her lips, then pressed the cold metal to her lips, biting the medallion to see how real it was. It stung her teeth and rattled a chill into her gums. Definitely real.

Kissing was without ceremony or red LED lights, Atsumu had given those to his buddy a few weeks ago. At first side by side on his bed, her hands in his hair, and his hands on her waist. When he pushes for more, she lets him press her into the mattress. When he presses his hips into hers, moaning into her mouth, she lets him.

When he asks if he can lick her, she lets him. When he urges her to let him in, she wraps a leg around his waist.

Atsumu didn’t ever consider himself much of a cuddler, but after her, he became one. Rubbing his head into her neck, cupping her chest with his hand, letting her use his bicep as a pillow. Unconsciously, his body captures her, his leg resting over her torso. He’s heavy enough and sleeps too much like a toddler for her to escape without waking him.

She lets him hold her until the morning. That’s the one thing she regrets from the entire experience. Because as soon as he gets used to it, wrapping her up into himself, he never wants to stop.

Maybe after that first time she should’ve told him about her relationship situation. Not quite open, not quite closed. She figures it won’t happen again so it wasn’t notable enough for her to mention it to Ushijima.

Her and Ushijima weren’t exclusive, but they did disclose. She didn’t disclose Atsumu so she hopes that it doesn’t get around to the man she actually would like to cuddle with until the early sunrise when she knew that Ushijima would go for a run. Atsumu sleeps in, no morning run to let her escape.

The second time it happens is when Ushijima breaks it off. She crashes and burns right into Atsumu’s ready and loving arms. The next morning her entire body is covered in marks, he just rests his arms behind his head and admires his own handiwork. She feels a little like a finger painting that a child does and then when they rush to show their mother, the dearest mommy can only say, “Oh!” in response to the creation done by the child.

She says it can never happen again. He says that they would have to see about that. Maybe he was some sort of poison, praying for her to come and take all of him at once instead of small intermittent doses.

When game theory class ends, they no longer see each other in classes. Except Atsumu makes regular appearances in her day-to-day life. Infiltrating her friend groups and making himself known to some degree as: the one who sleeps with her occasionally.

Eventually, she’s the one who he makes wear his jerseys on game days. She’s the one who Atsumu bites into during parties, telling her it's time to go and do other things. She’s the one he practices everything on, treating her like a science project. Exerting this much force causes how much of a fluttering in her stomach? Putting the left hand on the small of her back and pushing her up and down onto me accelerates the process by how much? How many rounds cause jello legs in the morning?

The third time around he makes her his. Tracing his name where his mouth should definitely not be for the seventh time in two weeks. He’s decently sweet when he wraps the necklace around her neck, his initials bold and shiny against her collarbones. He freezes the sweet moment by wrapping his hands around her neck and saying he thinks he likes that necklace a little more. At least her being light-headed gives him more data to add to his science fair project on how her body responds to his.

He lets his hair grow out entirely black, cutting off the bleach blonde. He quizzes her then, bringing his twin from his Food and Health Science department, having her kiss them both to see who is who in the dim light of one am chaos. Osamu likes the way she tastes too, but Atsumu says he already called dibs. Atsumu blames the shared liking of her taste on them sharing a womb at one time in eternity.

2,049. The numbers don’t mean much to her, but to him, it’s his favorite tally by the time he’s well into his career, and she’s living with him like a little toy.

That very well might be all that she is. But living the toy life wasn’t so bad. Complete adoration from Atsumu. An infinite money hack that rendered her degree useless. Huge beds and expensive vacations. The only thing that irked her was how much he liked to play with his toy. Some days she thought she would break, but she never ended up breaking, despite his boundless energy.

Dedication to the preservation of his toy was a top priority. His only real priority. He only shared with his brother, because that’s what siblings do. But at the end of the day, she was his toy. Only his.

[heybiji]

wrapped up the Halloween issue of our MASKS game with supermodel-turned-superhero Feral making fun of a team of teenage vigilantes doing their best

[feroluce]

Had the cutest realization last night- so there's a saying we have in English meaning to get something done by any means necessary. It specifically includes dishonest methods, such as violence or lying. So when you're willing to resort to that kind of thing to achieve your goals, you say you're going to do something

"by hook or by crook"

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

No, it’s so simple guys: Karlach is a sailor and Wyll is her ship wife and Dammon is her port wife

[silver-dragonborn]

I'll do you one better. The hate Alicent Stans will harbor for Aemond for DARING to question his mother's loyalty will morph into multi-chapter fanfic of Alicent waking up back in time, abandoning her "ungrateful ass" silver-haired spawn that she SUFFERED to bring into this world to run away from Westeros and live a life of luxury in Essos with some random male oc who was specifically created to cater to Alicent's every whim and has a Henry Cavill Witcher face claim because of course she needs to pop out more silver-haired babies that are far more prettier and perfect than her ungrateful ass kids who were so MEAN to her. Tags will include "Alicent gets her groove back," "Alicent says fuck it and leaves Westeros," "Alicent leaves her toxic ass children and husband to be with her boy toy in Essos," "Rhaenyra Bashing," "Daemon Bashing," "Team Black Bashing," "Some bashing for Aemond because he's so UNGRATEFUL," "Alicent Gone Girls herself," "Alicent is Sansa Stark's ancestor," "Alicent hatches dragon eggs," "Alicent is the Mother of Dragons," "TEAM GREEN SYMPATHIZER!!!!"

[theborzoiarebackintown]

I stole a little watermelon toy from Pierre’s national’s loot for Georgia, I have to keep her loyal to me somehow

[sciderman]

sci i have a vintage donald duck anthology <3 i appreciate that you have some odd hyperfixations bc i have a TON

🤝

we love duck

[malinaa]

thinking about doomsday again . the way the doctor grieves rose is so heartbreaking because you can see it in his eyes that he’s always knew this was gonna happen. he was always going to have to grieve her. he’s just…empty. rose, in pete’s world, is banging on the wall, crying, screaming with this childlike anger. it’s so visceral because she’s so young. she’s experienced loss before but not to this level, not this personally, not this tragically. the contrast with the doctor being quiet…..god for someone who is so unable to shut up, his grief silences him and it’s BRUTAL

[blacktobackmesa]

ever since i made my hlvrai magazine collage i have been fighting a moral battle about wanting to buy vintage gamer magazines to cut into little pieces and make art with. where does one draw the line for collectables.

[merlinemrys]

anyway im obsessed with merwen’s crush era they should’ve kissed more actually 🙄

[notthemonthbutmarch]

I'm delusional so I'm talking about Furina losing her godhood again and why I think it's a bad call.

The only other archon to "step down" in any case is Zhongli. You could also say that Venti stepped down, but he couldn't really step down because it didn't seem like he was in charge at all.

Zhongli seemed to be in charge, an ever present god managing the nation from many different angles. He was everything a God should get, capital G. He was a great ruler, a strong protector, and a noble God.

Zhongli stepped down because he was done with that, ready to retire. He served his time, learned and experienced more than mortals could dream of and even more than his fellow Gods.

Furina has so much to learn. Something is happening to her, her curse, and she's a younger god grappling with this pedestal she's found herself on and has this prophecy on her plate that she doesn't know what she's supposed to do with.

If we look at Nahida and Ei as well, both of them are getting second chances after their shortcomings. Nahida deserves it the most, since she was shunned by her people and ignored for her whole life. Ei, meanwhile, does not deserve it. Sorry to Ei apologists (I am with you) but the Vision Hunt Decree is still her fault in my head. Her inability to step up because of her grief led to the Vision Hunt Decree, and even Scaramouche and the tragedy of his life.

Both Nahida and Ei get second chances, and Zhongli stepped down because he's already learned everything he needed to know. Then there's Venti who isn't present as a god or ruler because of his principles and his trust in his people.

Furina has so much to learn and has not gotten a second chance yet. Her stepping down would feel like such a waste and double standard. A God can steal the ambition of her people and cause so much death and despair and be redeemed but a naive, inexperienced God doesn't even get the chance to change or prove herself?

[welp0w0]

[SPREAD THE INFLUENCE]

@ask-the-rag-dolly 's Ragatha and [THE INFLUENCER] has me by the throat and has taken up all of my brain space,

so im exorcising my demons (THE INFLUENCE) by manifesting her into reality :D

(tumblr killed my image quality so click the image for higher quality, yknow all that)

[acaciapines]

rotating noelle around in my brain. i need the dess raises kris au to be real RIGHT NOW.

please talk to me about the dess raises kris au i think im gonna explode. also start writing it this summer maybe :3333

[laniidae-passerine]

decided that in my own personal canon, Santiago’s maker looked similar to Louis, simply because Ben Daniels stated that Santiago was very likely in love with his maker. and wouldn’t it be some kind of torture to fall in love with the man who murdered your first vampiric love? to then watch him fall in love with another, who bears an eerie resemblance to that first love? to be witness to something tender and affectionate blooming, every moment a memory of how none of those you’ve adored have ever wanted you back? it would be agony. it would be torture. god, you would just hate them to pieces, loathing even as you loved them. and you wouldn’t know peace - not until the whole pack of them learnt the horror of love, just as you have.

[supermarine-silvally]

Has yara ever met sabo?

That's a great question! tbh I'm not sure canonically when they would've had a chance to meet, since Yara wasn't in Dressrosa (I believe she would've been on Sphinx Island with Marco at that time) and I'm not entirely certain if/when their paths would cross. But I'll say yes, that she does meet him eventually, and it's a little weird at first considering she thought he was dead and now he has the Mera Mera no Mi, but they end up swapping Ace stories and ambitions to overthrow the World Government over a cup of tea.

[t8oo]

there is some symbolism iv never considered in that one episod of pt5 where zenigata rescues fujiko before she kills lupin