I'D LIKE TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU ILYSM

I'D LIKE TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU ILYSM <33333

i like to imagine, that in a perfect world, chifuyu and baji would be sitting on a rooftop wearing party hats eating peyoung yakisoba and just talking about random stuff- just being normal teens enjoying life

i'm sobbing again...

I FUCKKNF FELL TO THE BGROUND

Look at him, look at this beef fine ass man oh my lord I swear I'm not feeling ok I need to touch grass jeez

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THE BUILD UP

THE MOTHERFUCKING BUILD UP

THIS IS SO CREATIVE IM GOING INSANE

THE LAWBREAKER

STARRING + MANJIRO SANO X FEM!READER

FEATURING + SANZU HARUCHIYO, RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO HITTO, TAKEOMI AKASHI, KANJI MOCHIZUKI [MORE TO BE ADDED]

CONTAINS + SMUT, CRIME, INVESTIGATION, GAMBLING, SEX WORK, ANGST, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, LOVE TRIANGLE, USE OF DRUGS, STRONG LANGUAGE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, TOXIC THEMES, USE OF GUNS, VIOLENCE [MORE TO BE ADDED]

MAIN MASTERLIST + MINORS DNI

from guilt trip lies to worthless sacrifices– becoming involved into the lawless life of world renowned criminal, manjiro sano, may just be your biggest regret to date.

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT CRIME GROUP ‘BONTEN’ !

❏ LEADER: MANJIRO SANO ┆$20,000,000 bounty

❏ NUMBER 2: SANZU HARUCHIYO ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ NUMBER 3: KAKUCHO HITTO ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ EXECUTIVE: RAN HAITANI ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ EXECUTIVE: RINDOU HAITANI ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ EXECUTIVE: KOKONOI HAJIME ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ EXECUTIVE: KANJI MOCHIZUKI ┆$10,000,000 bounty

❏ ADVISOR: TAKEOMI AKASHI ┆$10,000,000 bounty

FOUNDING LOCATION: JAPAN

ALLIES: UNKNOWN

HIDEOUT LOCATION(S): UNKNOWN

ACTIVITIES: DRUG TRAFFICKING, MONEY LAUNDERING, WEAPON TRAFFICKING, SEX TRAFFICKING, MURDER, KIDNAPPING

STATUS: ACTIVE

CHAPTER GUIDE

CHAPTER ONE ┆HE’S GOT A NEW BOUNTY

coming soon

MORE CHAPTERS TO COME

© R-INDOU

i have never read something like this ever in my life AND I NEVER FELT SOMETHING LIKE THIS INSIDE OF ME. stephen king who??????

GRAVE ROBBIN’

CW — necro - you fuck a rotting corpse, mental illness, death, set after tora killed him, murder, idk the logistics of grave digging so it’s inaccurate, car sex / public sex but he’s dead LMFAOO, dead body descriptions, short and messy, more trauma 4 mikey, death

SUMMARY — life without shinichiro is something you just can’t fathom.

NOTE — day 2 of the gore thing oops. unedited and very short. please pay attention 2 the warnings omg.

TAGS — @harunoia @r1nf4iry @hiuaena

GORE GALORE

there is something terrible clawing its way up your throat as you watch the wedding hearse drive up ahead. takeomi took the task of escorting you, he’d expected worse, but you have not shed a single tear, eyes trained on the floral arrangements that bloom pink and red to make up for the lack of colour in shinichiro’s cheeks.

his body was still warm when you held him to his chest, his heart still beating, and there is something parasitic in your conscience that convinces you to believe he is still alive. breathing. shinichiro is only sleeping. or his blood would have not been so hot when it gushed from his cracked skull, his eyes wouldn’t have been so soft— so sweet as he lay there motionless in your arms.

and when they nail his coffin shut, stick him six feet under - you remain as still as him. there is something wretched in your throat that bubbles up in the form of a sob, and keizo is there to steady you trembling body, wobbly knees, that cannot stand to see shinichiro getting lowered into the ground. manjiro holds you hand tight and emma sobs into the back of your skirt - they have accepted, somehow moved on already. but there is something nasty lurking beneath the surface.

home alone you are left to drown in the absence of shinichiro, gaping depths, you float around aimlessly. his side of the bed is still warm. that terrible feeling is lodging itself into your brain, eating holes into your mind— and it tells you that shinichiro is still breathing, pumping blood. you need to get him out.

you drag cold, bare feet through wet soil and there is mud caked onto the sole. shinichiro is heavier than you remember, stiffer than you remember, much colder than you remember. he is flimsily propped up in the front seat, neck bent in a way that looks painful, and you can see the shoddy surgical procedure in which the hospital had attempted to resew his split head together. the mortician covered it up well, you trace your fingers along the stitches, and tilt his head back so it thumps dully against the headrest. “shin, open your eyes—“ his jaw hangs slack like it usually does when he’s sleeping, you half expect a trail of drool to be dripping down his chin. “shin.” you say again, and you poke his arm - clothed by the fabric of his one and only nice suit. it is slightly torn now - from when you dragged his body over thorns and gravel.

“are you ignoring me, shin?” you cup his cheek, close his jaw but it falls back open again. “what did i do this time? hm?” you grow more and more desperate for a response, “wasn’t late to pick mikey up this time… packed emma’s lunch,” you list off mundane tasks you’re so used to doing - like clockwork. shinichiro doesn’t respond, so you take initiative and climb into his lap. “shin… please look at me.” he’s cold, his hair is messy - out of place and a thick layer of blood that the mortician couldn’t scrape off stains the roots red.

“i miss you, shin…” his head drops onto your shoulder and you wrap your arms around his neck, nightdress lifted as you circle your hips and grind your clit down on the material of his slacks. “i… i miss you so - so much,” you say through soft pants, “‘n i know you miss me too, shin. look how hard you are.” and deep down, you think you’ve truly snapped, you’re going fucking insane. but this part of you, deprived and crazed, wants more and more. pressing your hot flesh flush to cold, halfway rotting flesh that mushes and makes a nose akin to a wet ‘n sloppy kiss the harder you push down.

“‘m gonna fuck you, shin. that gonna get you up?” you breathe against his lips, the nighttime fog, the midnight sky makes them appear blue almost. glacial. “shin— you’re so lazy…” you pop his buttons, drag the slacks down his thighs until his cock is visible. thick ‘n hard just like always. “see… you’re ready for me shin.” you grind your clit against his tip, hands braced on his loose shoulders. “shin…” you whine, sinking down onto his dick with a wet squelch - he’s cold. cold inside your warm, wet, tight walls. and when you clench he feels soft but hard in a way that’s unexplainable.

“shin,” you cry out, and you chant his name like it’s a prayer. you missed this. missed it so much that you ignore the way his dead skin flakes off and gathers beneath your fingernails, how the hair from his head is slowly shedding as you tug it like you always did. “i love— i love you, shin… jus’ want you back. shin… come back— ngh… i miss you.” you cradle just face, rolling your hips downwards and letting out a sharp gasp as you come undone. you’re quivering, holding him closer and closer, letting his limp body droop all over you.

“let’s go home now, shin. mikey and emma miss you.”

there are uprooted flowers and soil dotting shinichiro’s grave the following morning. manjiro doesn’t notice he’s been talking to an empty grave. assuming animals have tracked through the dirt, he leaves a bouquet and pays his respects.

it is three weeks later that they discover shinichiro is missing, three weeks later the rotting smell is thick like vapour throughout the small apartment, scent seeping downstairs into the garage, and it is three weeks later they find you side by side in bed with a zombified shinichiro. starvation the doctors say. and it is three weeks later manjiro watches another body get buried six feet deep.

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