#FINALLY SAW THIS YESTERDAY AND IT WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE 🥴🥴🥴

[villainists]

Ethan Hawke behind the scenes of The Black Phone (2022) +

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honestly would love a continuation from the karasuno version, but like at the same time i want the seijoh version 😭😭

i cant choose huuu, tho whatever u decides to write im sure it'll be great (still tho karasuno continuation got me vv 🥴🥴)

Bullying the First Year Pt. 2 [ONESHOT] [HQ KARASUNO]

I'll give you both💜 but the seijoh part will probably take a few days since i dont want the seijoh ver. to be an exact replica of karasuno with diff names and i want to finish watching s2 so i can capture their character properly. I hope you enjoy!

FEATURING : DAICHI SAWAMURA, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, ASAHI AZUMANE x male reader

Continuation of Part 1! Set in Season 2 during Away Games. Drabble!

NSFW stuff, DUBCON AF

Find out more under the cut!

"Ne, Sugawara...Looks like you guys finally got along with (m/n) huh?"

The setter who was drinking from his water bottle turned to Tanaka. The second year glancing at the male manager who was being harassed by Hinata about how cool his spike was. Sugawara only tilted his head in innocent faux. "What do you mean?"

Tanaka hummed as he swirled his bottle. "Well...usually you guys have this weird tension. And Daichi doesn't talk to him but yesterday I saw the captain and (m/n) walking home together and they looked like they were fine." Ennoshita chipped in. "So I wasn't imagining it. Asahi seemed like he always tried to provoke (m/n), but now they're okay with each other. Did anything happen between you guys?"

Tanaka and Ennoshita only asked Sugawara because he was the most approachable out of all the third years. The second years have noticed the beef between their manager and the seniors although they only discussed it in secret. Currently, they're at their away training camp in Shinzen and everything was running smoothly, albeit their losing streak and the fact that (m/n) couldn't make it to their first training camp in Tokyo.

It was weird to think that (m/n), who was not even a player meaning he had more time to study, had failed two subjects and had to take the supplementary exam. Although he denied the offer of riding to Tokyo with Tanaka's sister with Kageyama and Hinata in tow. Daichi didn't give much of a response, only saying he would talk to the (h/c).

That same night they heard Kiyoko scolding, and the beautiful manager never gets mad, but oddly Kiyoko was reprimanding the rest of the third years. Although they couldn't quite capture why was she mad but apparently it involved luring and trapping someone?

Sugawara's face didn't falter as he waved off their concerns, assuring the second years that they had a minor misunderstanding at the start of their introduction and it was all settled.

Free practice ensued as Karasuno went on with their respective goals, Sugawara and Daichi doing a synchronization attack with the others although Asahi was nowhere to be found.

"Sorry! Got caught up with something." The ace sheepishly entered the gym, looking eager and fresh to hit some sets. Nishinoya glanced behind Asahi to see a panting (h/c) who was all sweaty. "What were you doing, (m/n)? You looked like you did a major workout!" He teased the manager who only scrunched up his nose and limped his way to the rest of the managers.

"Huh? Is he injured or something? Why is he walking like that-" "Don't mind him! The night isn't going to be young forever. Let's practice!" Sugawara cut off Nishinoya's sentence as he pushed the libero towards the court, his eyes flickering to Asahi getting smacked by Daichi.

"See (m/n)! Told you, you would get along with us!" Hinata cheered behind the (h/c), who didn't say a word as he accompanied Hinata to the third gymnasium, where Kuroo and Bokuto is playing as well as Akaashi and Tsukishima. "Although it seems that you're more close to the third years than I am. Even though I've known them longer..." The ginger mumbled as he twiddled his fingers.

Again, the manager didn't respond as they entered the gym and (m/n) helped them by collecting stray balls and tossing it to Akaashi. Tsukishima would glance at him a few times before getting lectured by the Nekoma captain.

Daichi stared at the gym doors where (m/n) had exited before turning to Asahi. "...I told you to go easy on him." "Sorry. Got a bit excited. He's cute these days, all fidgety around us." "Do you want to blow us over? Cover your tracks, you idiot." Sugawara hissed as he jammed his elbow into the ace's side.

"The others said that we look like we're all getting along, especially you Daichi." The setter spoke as he ignored the crestfallen ace on the floor. "Really? I didn't think there'd be that much of a difference." The captain tapped his chin, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You were the meanest out of all of us. I guess he was scared of you the most." Asahi propped himself up as he spoke, ignoring the glaring ravenette.

"...he's obedient now. I prefer it that way."

The setter only laughed as he waved them off. "I'm getting dibs on him in the showers. Don't you dare try to join us." He hissed at the two before hopping off to drag Tanaka into another set, leaving Daichi and Asahi to themselves.

If any other normal person would have listened in on their conversation, they would've been creeped out with how normal they spoke as they danced around the topic.

The boy manager of Karasuno, (m/n) (l/n) who has been reduced to a quiet footman for the seniors. Daichi wouldn't say 'reduced' but more to 'tamed'. It was known that the (h/c) is a brash person, especially around people his age but he would watch his mouth more around his upperclassmen...until he gets angry that is.

When Daichi first saw him stumbling through the gym doors, making a scene, he was quite annoyed, reminded of Hinata and Kageyama's first introduction. He thought it would be another rude junior that would ignore him and the obligated seniority but he was impressed to find that he was a reliable manager and an overall pleasant person to be around.

Maybe he was in a bad mood on that specific day, but he wasn't up for playing 'nice' nor welcoming someone new. His players were already a handful, especially the four idiots and he simply lacked the energy to usher someone around in the already socially established club.

Usually, he would apologise the next day, saying his head was clouded but he saw how annoyed (e/c) leered at him whenever (m/n) thought he wasn't looking or the silent curses he would mumble. That ticked him off and he was cold ever since. And when he found out they were neighbours-

"Daichi. Don't you think you're being...malicious to the new manager?"

The captain turned to the long-haired ace. He didn't respond, only raising an eyebrow to Asahi. Sugawara cut in. "What he meant was why are you acting like a little bitch to our new member? Ignoring him and stuff. The others are starting to ask." He teased the ravenette.

Daichi didn't say much, he only stared at his gym shoes and glanced to the (h/c) who was conversing with the second years. He scanned his figure, his eyes wandering a bit too long on his face and frowned. "He's rude." Sugawara wanted to roll his eyes and spite the captain.

"I want to ruin him."

Both Asahi and Sugawara immediately turned their heads to the captain who held a nonchalant look, a foreign expression for him, while still staring at (m/n). "...Or to see him cry, at least." "..."

The setter scoffed. "I always knew you were a sadist, Daichi." The captain only hummed as he knelt down to tie his shoelaces. "Don't act as if you're oh so innocent, Mr. Refreshing." "Shut up." He stifled a chuckle and stood up again.

"So are we gonna do it?" Asahi turned to glance at the (h/c), gazing at his glistening (s/c) and his fluttering eyelashes on his (e/c) eyes. Sugawara rolled his eyes. "I think he already started it." Daichi was silent, his eyes unwavering.

He didn't think much of it back then. Bullying was always a functioning outlet anyways.

Slaps of skin resonated through the small clubroom with a crying naked manager who was too aroused from the heavy thrusts he was receiving. His back was sore against the wooden table in the middle of the room and his throat was parched from all the screaming and wailing he had done.

"You're so adorable, (m/n)." Asahi groaned into the manager's ears, holding him down and kissing down his neck. The (h/c) only squirmed against the strong brunette, helpless against his ticklish facial hair as his hips stuttered against Asahi's. "-'s too much-ngh! Too much fu- achkk!"

He choked as the brunette sped up his motion, increasing his tempo as he felt his release. "You're our junior and manager, (m/n)." Sugawara cooed as he jacked off the (h/c)'s dick. "This is practically your job, don't you think? Helping us release some steam."

(m/n) wailed as he felt Sugawara squeezing him, he shivered as he felt his hole filled and Asahi biting into his shoulder. His pants were getting heavier as he placed his hand across his face. "I-I don't want anymore..." He whimpered as fingers shoved into his ass, digging out liquids that were stuffed deep into him.

Daichi trailed his fingers over (m/n)'s neck as he took Asahi's spot, pulling the (h/c) closer by his waist. "Be good and we'll play nice with you." Partially a lie, the captain was talking about himself. If the manager was compliant, then he'll be gentle. Not that he hated the contrary.

The manager only cried into his hands as he shakily nodded, not that they could see. "Please b-be gentle to me...Daichi- hiks!" He wheezed as the captain pulled him onto his lap, his naked thighs shivering and Daichi only gripped his hair, already holding his favourite spot.

The captain didn't say anything, only crashing his lips on the (h/c)'s who mewled against his mouth, Sugawara and Asahi smearing their hands all over the pair, drowning them in debauchery and temporary bliss.

Ever since then, (m/n) had been more quiet and polite, especially around the third years. Hinata was confused when the (h/c) mentioned about a study group and at that moment something clicked inside the (h/c)'s head.

He tried avoiding the trio truthfully, it wasn't that hard outside of club hours but he dreaded stepping inside the gym or the clubroom. Sugawara was a clever person, always whisking him away to fuck him under a staircase or asking him to stay after practice and would double penetrate him with Asahi inside the storage room.

He would walk home with sticky cum running down his legs or being cleaned by Sugawara who would take his time with him inside the school communal showers. Asahi would only bother him when he was frustrated, either from studies or not being able to hit his spikes right.

Daichi wouldn't join on their frisky escapades. But Sugawara knew that the captain preferred to be alone with the (h/c).

-

Training camp was over, Coach Ukai finished the debriefing and everyone was dispersing to go home in their respective ways in the late night. (m/n) cursed to himself as he accidentaly slipped on a rock. A hand reached out to stabilise him and the (h/c) glanced to see the captain pulling him up.

"Be careful. It's dark and dangerous right now."

They did live close after all.

"...Thanks." (m/n) mumbled as he pulled his arm back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continued his way. Daichi silently followed, two steps behind the (h/c).

Their relationship had progressed significantly, after...midterms. (m/n) didn't know what to call it. What he had with the other third years. And it was especially passionate with the captain.

(m/n) was sure his body would give out one day, or one of the second years would find out with how frequent they would pull him in an isolated area and was determined to make him cream his pants as much as he could. At first, he resisted and melted every time one of them would shove their deep fingers into his hole or fucked him nice and slow that would made all of his rebellion disappear.

Sometimes, he caught himself looking forward to those moments. Wondering when will one of his seniors pulled him so they could shove themselves into him, letting him drown in that sinful pleasure.

The grey area he was shoved into was suffocating and risky, but lust conquered all and it conquered him.

"Is anyone home?" (m/n) hadn't noticed that they had arrived at the front of his gates. He turned to see Daichi looking at him, the streetlamp next to them illuminating his handsome features. The captain rarely divulge himself with (m/n), not as frequent as the other two. The scariest of the third years definitely had something in his mind.

"..."

-

"Urmmff- mmng haa ah ah anghh!!" (m/n) moaned as he Daichi pounded his penis into the (h/c)'s hole that was so wet and puckered from the unnecessary amount of lube and fingering the captain did. He definitely appreciated foreplay.

Both of them were in (m/n)'s room, on his bed missionary and only the (h/c) was fully naked as Daichi immediately ripped off all of his clothings as soon as they stepped inside his room.

(m/n) wasn't sure why he let Daichi step in his house. His family was gone, visiting their relatives up north while (m/n) was away at training camp. He could've lied to the captain. Rejecting his advances although he wasn't sure it would be as effective but the fact that he willingly let Daichi enter through the gates of his home and let him follow to his room wasn't so much of a wonder.

Daichi huffed as he gripped one of (m/n)'s thighs, giving it a slap as he watch the flesh bounce from the impact. The (h/c) had his arms around the ravenette's neck as his legs was pushed upwards. His hole tightened around Daichi's cock as he cried when the captain began to shove himself in harder and deeper, going in as far as balls deep inside (m/n)'s puckered and reddened hole.

The captain gazed down at the (h/c)'s face, his eyes wandering and scanning his features as he felt his release nearing. "(m/n)." The manager huffed as his own (e/c) stared down black ones.

Daichi leaned down to kiss the (h/c), pressing his lips oddly in a gentle manner but pushing his legs to his shoulders roughly. "I think you should raise your tongue a bit more." The captain stated as he fucked the manager faster.

(m/n) stuck his tongue out with a confused face although his bottom was shaking from all the sex Daichi shoved into him. The ravenette licked and pressed his tongue all over (m/n)'s who was whimpering feverishly.

The (h/c) doesn't know what to do. What to do of him. What to do of them. But for now, all he could do was to play the nice little junior for them. He was also no longer allowed to show support for his cousin at any volleyball event.

Daichi pushed (m/n) into a mating press, making sure his cum filled the manager all the way in, not wanting for any of it to go to waste. The (h/c) whined as his own penis spurted white semen.

The manager could not see him running away from the third years any time soon.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

aftermath

I am literally falling asleep as I write this but I wanted to post it asap. I will fix it dwdw although I felt this didn't align with the first part very well. I'll add tags tmrw. Next up is Seijoh

[smoll-tangerine]

[a/n] popped my among us cherry with my chaotic gc yesterday at like 2am🥴 so here’s a scenario largely inspired by what happened, with taeyong because apparently he plays it too uwu

[1:59] You tried not to groan at how persistent your boyfriend, Taeyong, was being. You two just finished watching Home Alone for movie night, and since you picked the movie and activity, it was now his turn to pick your next activity.

You expected him to pick baking or something. But never you would have thought he’d choose to play Among Us, instead. Especially knowing how you’ve never even played the game before.

“I don’t know how to play the game, Tae,” you whined as he downloaded the game from the app store.

“It’s super fun!” he replied excitedly as he set up the game for you. “It’s like the mafia game, but on the phone.”

“Playing the mafia doesn’t require me to do tasks,” you complained.

“You’ll do fine! Trust me on this.”

“Fine,” you mumbled as he handed your phone back to you. You decided on a pink skin and a sunny side-up egg hat — as nervous as you were about the game, you’ve got to admit that the characters were pretty adorable. Taeyong was white to match with his bright silver hair.

In a matter of seconds, 6 more people joined and Taeyong started the game. He immediately hid his screen from you as your roles were about to appear on the screen.

“Wait, oh my God, what am I supposed to do if I’m the impostor? I don’t want to be the impostor on my first game ever.”

Taeyong remained unresponsive.

“Yonggie?”

He snickered in response as you confirmed your worst fear — you were chosen to be the impostor.

“Fine, be that way,” you said with a small harrumph and turned your back away from your boyfriend, but you made sure to not show your screen to him.

You honestly didn’t know what to do but you ran around, hoping to catch someone who was going to be alone in a room at some point. Within seconds, you managed to kill two crew members. Your hands trembled at the fact and your heart started to beat faster — what now?

You immediately made your pink character run towards the opposite side, hoping that someone else would find the bodies. Luckily, you saw Taeyong’s character so you decided to stick with him.

“Why do you keep following me!” he said from the other side of the couch.

“Because I wanna,” you said before sticking your tongue out at him.

He then rolled his eyes before the two bodies were reported.

You saw Taeyong inform that pink was with him, and you vouched along with him. Orange started doubting purple all of a sudden, so everyone decided to vote it off.

It was revealed that purple was innocent and your boyfriend groaned at the fact.

“Oh my God, I can’t handle this anymore,” you mumbled before the game restarted again.

“You’re doing just fine,” Taeyong reassured you. “I mean, look at you — you’re still alive.”

“Watch me get killed any minute now.”

You ditched Taeyong and made sure no one was in the security room before you killed off another crew member. You then decided to sabotage the oxygen — whatever that meant.

“Oh!” you exclaimed when everything started blaring. “Babe? What am I supposed to do now?” you asked because you just messed with the settings, not exactly knowing what they actually did.

“You have to go to the oxygen room!” he exclaimed.

“Where is that?” you replied back, anxious. “Wait, am I going to die?”

“You’re fine,” Taeyong mumbled and your character finally joined him in the oxygen room. “Damn, we’re only 5 left?”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if two more of us dies, then the impostor automatically wins.”

“Oh, wait, really?” you asked, your innocence evident.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“Huh?” Taeyong seemed confused. “Well, I didn’t think of it until now.”

You quickly calculated how many crew mates were actually left. Since you just killed one off, it meant that you were technically only four left.

You then stole a quick glance over at Taeyong whose eyebrows were furrowed and his lips jutted out cutely in concentration.

“Well...”

You quickly tapped the kill button when you were near his character, and he let out a dramatic gasp in response. The game then ended, revealing your win.

“You–!”

You snickered at him and threw him a peace sign and a flying kiss.

“Love you!”

“IT WAS YOU THE WHOLE TIME?”

Taeyong pouted the whole night away, still in shock at your betrayal. But you made up for it by squishing his cheeks and kissing all over his face.

And his cute giggles showed that you were quickly forgiven.

[clatterbane]

Starting to get settled into some HUGE changes--and decompressing some after all the Travel Chaos!--has been taking up about as much of my attention here as you might expect.

But, a little more about the actual trip yesterday!

As we went to get checked in with SAS, things took some stressful turns. First, the agent wanted to make damned sure that Denmark would even let us in before they would clear us for boarding, under the current convoluted Plague Time regulations. Nobody is Danish, and I'm not an EU citizen (yet...)

At one point, they even wanted to see our marriage certificate (!), after commenting about our having different last names besides citizenships. (Idk about Denmark, but that's not even unusual in Sweden either.) Good thing we did have copies along, since he knew we'd be needing it soon for the Swedish tax and immigration bureaucracies.

Then, she ended up needing to call somebody to check that our pre-flight COVID test results were of an approved type. (Yep. We checked multiple times in advance for what both they and Sweden were requiring, and rapid antigen is fine.)

So then, after she was duly satisfied that the airline wouldn't get in trouble over letting us onto their damned plane? 3/4 of our checked luggage was too far overweight to accept. 😬 All the new hard shell ones, which are admittedly kinda heavy on their own. He apparently underestimated that factor too.

Cue some shunting over to the side to let other customers up to that counter, while Mr. C made a mad dash off to buy another extortionately priced suitcase nearby in the airport. (As suggested.) Then some more frantic scrambling to throw enough items into our new excess baggage to bring the others under the acceptable weight limit. 🥴

That successfully accomplished, and the bags finally checked in? It was time for a quick break in as quiet a spot as I could quickly find outside the terminal, before I got completely dragged onto the fast train to Meltdown City--and likely wouldn't be allowed to fly. 😵

Then another mad scramble toward security (in that terrible hospital standard Clunker Chair, of course!)--where there was another brief holdup. Thanks to a (sealed) juice box I thought should be allowed through for medical purposes, but of course that agent couldn't raise her supervisor to clarify. But, they finally suggested that I could just drink it then and there. So, that got me past.

Plus a minor blood sugar spike after I forgot to cover it with insulin in the rush, but yeah. More than worth it under the circumstances!

After that not-so-encouraging start to the journey, though? Things actually went surprisingly smoothly.

After quick detours past the first accessible bathroom we saw, and a WH Smith for drinks (including a anti-hypoglycemia juice resupply!) plus some gum for pressure changes because I had forgotten to bring that? We made it to the gate just in time for boarding.

The flight itself was relatively low stress, as these things go, besides only around 2 hours. With fairly quick takeoff and landing, as reduced as commercial air traffic still seems to be. I also had the first flight experience ever without ANY pain-- much less eardrum perforation--whatsoever from the pressure shifts fucking with (now way less) Horrible Ear, which is a bit of a story of its own. A pleasant surprise, though!

Once we got to Kastrup, at least the international arrivals areas where we were looked like even more of a ghost town than Heathrow. Which had already been way less busy than usual, with shorter lines for everything.

We did get whisked around by disability assistance staff on one of the golf cart things, but still. The airport staff we dealt with on the other end were all very nice, and there wasn't really a wait for anything. Except the time required to wait for the further COVID swabs they were insisting on there to come back clean. That was a requirement for everyone but EU citizens with proof of vaccination, before we even got to passport control.

I did have proof of vaccination, and the frequent PA announcements included UK and US citizens in the "acceptable with proof" category? But, they tested me, and Mr. C the EU citizen couldn't get his yet and would have needed to get tested on arrival anyway. It was fairly quick, and everyone I dealt with was pleasant enough? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Mr. C apparently got the same nurse who swabbed him on his previous trip in with the cats, and she recognized him too. 😅

All of our baggage was waiting on the belt when we got there. As the only people in the baggage hall, which felt pretty eerie.

And, it was all there! Completely unmangled and intact! Including both wheelchairs! 😮

At Danish passport control was the first point in this journey where anybody ever asked me to raise my mask, which was honestly a bit of a surprise that it hadn't come up before. Basically all they even wanted to know there was that we were going straight through to Sweden, and we got waved right on. We were also the only travelers there at the time.

The assistance guy helped Mr. C wrangle the mountain of bags out to the cabs, where again we were pretty much the only passengers around.

In spite of my cramped position among some of the luggage, it was honestly pretty hilarious listening to just what level of difficulties the older Danish cab driver had in understanding a (Stockholm-accented) Swedish word coming out of Mr. C's mouth. Including the address where we needed to go. 😅 It didn't seem quite as extreme in the other direction.

They did mostly stick to English wherever possible, very quickly. The languages may be very closely related and look very similar written, but that was one demonstration of how different the pronunciations can be!

Then once we got to the Plague Time police checkpoint at the Swedish border on the bridge across to Malmö? The cab driver's "they're going back to Sweden" got us waved right through there, too, without ever interacting with us at all. The guy probably couldn't wait, so nobody would be trying to communicate with him in that impenetrable language anymore!

And, as Mr. C was laughing about after we got to the apartment? It was even technically true! He was going back, and I had indeed been to Sweden before too. 😁

So yeah, after a rather unsettling start? The rest of the voyage turned out surprisingly easy. And I could not have been more relieved, by that point.