I Have Never Read Something Like This Ever In My Life AND I NEVER FELT SOMETHING LIKE THIS INSIDE OF

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.

DEVIL’S ADVOCATE — h. kazutora + b. keisuke

synopsis: kazutora can’t make his girl cum so… he confides in his best friend for help

warning: cuckolding, heavy praise, LIGHT degradation (kazutora receiving), one (1) death threat, fingering, mentions of creampie, fem pet names used, male masturbation, cocky dom!baji, choking (? its very brief), slight insecurity, handjob, facial, uhhhhh MINORS DNI 18+

sar’s note: dream team minus chifuyu who get mentioned once at the end :( + a shitty ending sorry, it was rushed… but merry christmas u horndogs <3

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“‘tora?” you look at kazutora with a pout on your face and your arms draped around yourself to cover your bare chest. baji, kazutora’s best friend, chuckles at your state.

kazutora shushes you, sitting back in the chair adjacent to the bed, “‘s alright, angel, he’s gonna make you feel good, yeah? show me how to so i can, too.”

you nod your head, hesitantly, turning back to look at baji with doe eyes, his already meeting yours. you slowly remove your arms from your chest, exposing your pretty tits and perky nipples. he smirks, warm hand gently touching the skin of your naked waist, goosebumps arising on your cold skin.

baji leans in, his lips ghosting over yours as his hair drags feeling feathery across your torso. “you’re so pretty, aren’t ya?” he whispers and you inhale sharply, feeling your pussy soak through the only article of clothing left on your body besides your socks. “got yourself a cutie, ‘tora… a real keeper.”

you shift under him, avoiding his gaze and he taps your cheek, “uh uh, look right at me, beautiful,” he breaths, your eyes meeting again. “good girl.” he coos, slipping his fat thumb between your plush pink lips. he eyes the way your lips wrap tightly around it, tongue swirling around as if it were a lollipop.

kazutora’s pants tighten by the second, watching the love of his life being defiled again by the man he calls his best friend. he feels like he’s holding his breath in the same way you are, watching your palms slowly fist at the bed sheets in pure neediness.

baji removes his thumb and his smirk seems to grow as you keep your mouth open for more. “tell him what you want, pretty.”

you whimper, your face heating up at his command, feeling warmth flood your body. your head turns to look at kazutora and he looks frozen, face emotionless as he’s laid back against the chair. “‘tora… c-can keisuke touch me?”

baji tsks, hand cupping your breasts, gently massaging, “don’t ask him, sweetheart. tell him what you want.”

a whine gets caught in your throat, “wan’ keisuke to fuck me, ‘tora,” you pant out. “wan’ him to make me feel good. wan’ him to show you so you can fuck me good ‘n make me cum.”

he should feel embarrassed. embarrassed by the desperate words begging for his best friend to make you feel good. embarrassed by the smug smile on baji’s face. embarrassed that he can’t make his pretty girl cum… but he isn’t. he’s undeniably hard, his cock straining in his pants and his heart pounding in his ears. he’s excited.

he chuckles darkly, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. his hands slowly move down to your panties, his airy touch has you shivering and arching into his touch. once his hands reach your panties, he guides your body up so he can slip them down your silky legs, tossing the soiled panties onto kazutora’s lap.

his finger swipes up your cunt and you gasp, body so sensitive. he nearly grunts with how soaked you are, quickly plunging two fingers into your fluttering hole.

“ahh, kei!” you whine, clamping your gummy walls down on his fat fingers.

he breaths, “tight lil fuckin’ cunt,” he pumps his fingers in ‘n out of you, listening to the squelching of your arousal. “haven’t been fucked good enough, have you, pretty?”

you don’t reply, your subconscious remembering the fact that your boyfriend is watching intently, taking notes on all the ways he can please you. you moan, though, already so close to cumming. your head turns to kazutora and you almost stop breathing when you see his cock in his hand, slowly stroking, up and down. his languid movements are almost too overwhelming— your brain moving a 100 miles a minute with baji’s fingers fucking you and the sight of kazutora fucking his hand.

“fuuuck!” you cry, back arching, but baji removes his fingers. “w-what!?” you sputter, tears brimming in your eyes with your impending orgasm so close… yet so far.

“no way ‘m gonna let this pretty little pussy cum on my fingers.” he murmurs, unzipping is pants and pulling them down to let his dick slap against his abdomen. “gonna make you cum on this cock.”

you gawk at his hard length, twitching up and down. he’s only slightly bigger than kazutora, but size never really mattered to you. you notice the prominent veins running through his dick— veins you could trace with your tongue and nimble fingers. you jut your lip out and you give him wide eyes. “make me cum, please?”

his heart melts as he fights the urge to smile at your desperation. he taps his leaky cock onto your clit and basks in the way you jolt under him. slowly, but surely, he drags himself down your slippery folds and pushes into you, pushing past your resistance and feeling the way you stretch out around his length.

you silently sob, hands gripping the bedsheets with all your might. you can already feel him so deep and he’s only halfway in. baji quickly moves your legs, folding you half to where your knees knock against your chest, creating a deeper angle.

he moans, bottoming out, your walls clinging to his fat cock and holding on for dear life. “took me all the way in, you’re such a good girl.” he coos, grinding softly, gently stirring you up inside. “ain’t she a good girl, ‘tora? tell her.” he commands.

kazutora’s thumb runs over the sticky slit of his cock, all the precum oozing out with how turned on he is. “y-you’re a good girl, baby.” he stutters, practically choking on his words. “my best fuckin’ girl.”

his hands itch to touch you, to make you feel good, but he doesn’t move, afraid he’s unable to please you like you deserve. a part if him fears you’ll leave him, but the other part of him wants the best for you… even if it isn’t the best for him.

your brain numbs at his words, eyes starting to roll back as baji begin to thrust in and out of your messy cunt. he knows he’s found your sweet spot when you mewl out and your back arches. he’s quick to thrust against it over and over, consistently bumping the spongey spot that kazutora had yet to find. you scream and cry in mixed pleasure and pain and baji hums.

“yeah? feels good, doesn’t it, angel? can’t believe kazutora would slut you out like this,” he pants, thumb falling to your clit. “‘f you were mine, i’d never let anyone touch this pussy.” he rubs quick circles on to the sensitive bud and you feel it. your stomach tightens and burns with need to release.

“keisuke! kei! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, tears slipping from your eyes. “more, more, more!”

he sends a toothy grin, “tell him who’s making you feel good ‘n then i’ll let you cum.”

babbling and drooling at the mouth, you turn to kazutora again and sob out, “kei’s makin’ me feel good! dick ‘s makin’ feel sooo so good, ‘tora!”

at that point, you don’t wait for his permission, letting your euphoric orgasm wash over you only seconds after. all the while, kazutora keeps his eyes trained on your scrunched up face, memorizing every crease and every twitch. he wants to see that face when he makes you cum on his mouth, or his fingers or his own dick.

baji grunts again at your convulsing body, your spasming cunt bringing him closer to the edge. a small moan slips from his lip and he mutters out, “gonna let me cum in this princess cunt?”

kazutora’s head finally lifts his gaze from you, snapping over to baji. “don’t you fuckin’ cum in her.” he nearly growls, blood boiling in his already-hot body. “i don’t give a fuck where you cum but keep that shit out of her.”

baji chuckles, breathily, strokes beginning to grow inconsistent, missing all the beats, “we should ask h—“

kazutora doesn’t let baji finish his sentence, immediately standing to his feet and wrapping his hand tightly around his throat, “if you fuckin’ cum in her, i swear to fuckin’ god i’ll kill you.” he spits, face inches away from his color drained one.

“‘tora,” you whine, one hand reaching out for him and he releases his tight grip on baji’s throat, letting him breathe again. “be nice,” your own words breathy as baji continues to use your body to get himself off. when in reach, you wrap your hand around his length, stroking the throbbing, hot member to the best of you abilities. “wan’ you to cum, too.”

with the quick flick of your wrists, kazutora’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a choked moan. your smaller hands and delicate touch feel so much better than his own hand. you can feel him pulsating through your hands and you hum in content realizing he’s just about to bust a load. the moans of baji and kazutora bounce off the walls and you can’t help but feel like you yourself might explode.

baji suddenly halts his movements and releases your legs causing a whine to erupt from your throat. “get on your knees, pretty,” he groans out, hand aggressively pumping his cock. you do as your told, wobbly body sliding off the bed and onto the floor, perched on your knees.

you stare up at the both of them as they grunt and moan with knitted eyebrows, stroking their cocks with so much finesse it excites you. you open your mouth, lolling out your tongue like your ready to collect.

kazutora’s the first to cum, whining out your name as his body twitches and spurts of cum land in your hair and all over your face— water-like consistency dressing your tongue as well. baji follows shortly after with a cute cracked whine, thick ropes of cum flying all over, coating your face even more.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” baji mutters watching as the cum cascades down your face like a piece of art. he almost wants to take a picture, but he knows kazutora wouldn’t like it, so he takes a minute to memorize your soiled face, tattooing the image into his brain. “chifuyu would’ve loved this, you should ask him to join us next time.”

kazutora rolls his eyes, ignoring baji’s comment and lifting you up to stand eye level with him. “can i make ya feel good now, princess?” he asks with a gentle voice, but his hands contradict his tone as they squeeze hungrily at your waist.

“i’d love nothing more, lemme go clean my face real quick.” you smile, leaving his grip.

kazutora turns to baji with a scowl on his face, “it’s your turn to watch me fucker.”

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Staring at the colourful threads hanging by your fingers, you release a dreamy sigh. It’s another one of the little gifts you plan to leave on his desk for another day – part of a routine where you surprise your crush with presents as the only way you can express your feelings. Your presents range from homemade baked goods to charmed bracelets like this one, and as always, your heart races in its chest at the thought of watching Mitsuya’s eyes sparkle over the gesture.

True, you’ve done this a hundred times, but this time you feel different.

There’s this heavy feeling sinking in your stomach, almost like an itch that couldn’t be scratched away. Despite knowing exactly what it is, however, it never lessens the anxiety away.

“So, there’s this guy I like,” you find yourself blurting out, rolling over to face your twin sister. “He’s really sweet and handsome. Pretty much everyone in class has a crush on him with how perfect he is, so I doubt he’ll even look my way or remember me if I confess to him.”

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