#early mindless self indulgence

[engravedlives]

black and white graphics stamps

[useless-mike]

Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches

Opening for Korn in 1999

[disaster-delia]

The website is so cool , I promise it's worth it :))

All of these blinkies I made myself and it was soooo fuuun XD

Feel free to save and use them, It'd be my pleasure :3

[boxmatthew630]

[mindlessshirleyindulgence]

More from everything but the show

[lovinafternoon]

it's 2013 and everyone had a black backarounded albums

[codyvondell]

made a new song using my 2000s moniker 'CBZL' for the first time in over a decade.

[spaceyraygun]

🎁 MCR @ Irving Plaza, NYC, 2003-12-14

Happy 19th birthday to the infamous My Chemical Romance show at Irving Plaza w/ Mindless Self Indulgence!

[perfect-fourth]

from Sevika: “⚔”

[engravedlives]

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[graves4girls]

☆ my love mine all mine | johnny cage

✮ wc. 1.09k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader needed some soft johnny so this is completely self-indulgent ⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

You enjoyed the quiet moments between the flirty quips and cocky remarks, ones where the only sounds are the candle flames flickering around the bathtub, painting the room in a warm sunset of oranges and yellows, or the crashing waves in the early hours of the morning, cold air whipping through your hair and seagulls crooning overhead as you walk along the rocky coast. 

His head is resting on your chest, cheek smooshed over your heart with an arm lazily tossed across your stomach, his other arm tucked underneath his pillow. He's got a leg tangled around your own, soft snores slipping past his parted lips. 

You wake first, the arm draped over his back twitching as the warm sun cuts through the curtains and falls over your face, and before you can realize he's trapped you against the mattress, you attempt to roll onto your side. It's futile, his heavy limbs pinning you exactly where you lay, a sleepy mumble protesting your effort to pull away. You slowly peel your eyes open, gaze falling to your prisoner when your pupils adjust to the bright room, and you gently card your fingers through his hair, your other hand crawling over his arm to settle over his strong bicep, fingertips carefully feeling along the taut muscle as you listen to his slow breaths. It's refreshing, moment's like this, where everything seems to be still, almost stuck in time with how serene it all feels. 

His hand curls under your waist, striving to pull you closer as he scoots into you, tilting his head up to nuzzle his nose against the underside of your jaw, the quiet hum of his snores halting for a moment, and you think for a tick that he'd woken up, but he only sniffles, and his lips part once more, hushed breaths spilling out. Your hand tucks itself into the nook where his shoulder meets his trapezius, eyelids falling shut as you drink up the cozy rays of sun folding over the covers and leaking onto the exposed skin along your arm. 

He stirs a while later, wedging his hand out from beneath you to stretch his arm out, a soft groan reaching your ears as he strains the tight muscles. He takes his time untucking his face from the comfy spot in your neck, humming when you slide your hand over his shoulder, tracing over the dusting of freckles spattered on his bare skin like paint flicked onto a canvas, completely mindless and messy, yet still gorgeous, even in it's chaos. 

The tip of his nose prods into the fat of your cheek when he presses a feather-light kiss to your jaw bone, eyelids still anchored with sleep as he mutters into your skin, big hand smoothing over your stomach atop the duvet. "Morning." His voice is coated thick with his lingering exhaustion, gravelly and deep as it rumbles in his chest. 

"Morning," you parrot, short nails stroking over his shoulder blade as you tip your head down to look at him. 

He offers you a sweet little smile, his cheeks flushed the softest shade of red from the warm nest of blankets that heats him up, eyes dancing across your delicate features for an instant before they settle back on your own gaze. He brings his hand up to nudge your chin toward him, sticking a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth, another to your cheek, one to the tip of your nose, until he's littering your entire face in light kisses, pulling hushed giggles from your throat as the hand holding his bicep comes up to try and push him away. His hand slides down to the back of your neck when he presses a sweeter kiss to your lips, and you relax against him, flattening your palm over his chest as his lips move carefully against your own, his slow movements still tethered to the tempting bliss of sleep. 

You loved when he was sleepy like this. He's always clingy and mushy when he first wakes up, griping when you slip out from his grasp to start your day. He'll lay in bed and whine as he watches you shuffle about the room, begging you to come back and cuddle up in the warm covers with him, and he pouts when you shoot him down. He tries to pull you down when you drop one more kiss to his lips before you leave the room, but you know his routine by now, so it's not a very effective tactic. 

"Do we have anything planned for today?" He hums when he finally pries himself from your lips, propped up on his elbow as he looks down at you, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

"Not that I can think of."

You can see his eyes practically light up at your words, and his fingers brush some hair away from your face as he grins down at you. "You mean I get you all to myself all day? I'm not still dreaming, am I?"

You roll your eyes with a soft chuckle. "You're so unbelievably corny." Your hand slips out from around his neck, slicking back the messy strands of hair that frame his face, and you shift your body to better face him.

"And yet, you still married me. What does that say about you, hm?" He garnishes the taunt with a raised hand, presenting the silver band to you, as if it were the first time you were ever seeing it, that stupid smug grin plastered to his face.

"That I love to torture myself."

His hand falls to lay over your ribs as he leans in to steal another long kiss, a low hum vibrating in his chest when your hand cradles his jaw, thumbing over his cheekbone as he chuckles. "Yeah, you must hate me."

You nestle your head into his chest when he snakes both arms around you, enveloping you in his body heat and just a twinge of the cologne lingering on his skin, and your arms curl around his waist to keep him pressed against you, not that he'd ever try to part from you in the first place. One of his hands caresses the crown of your head, lazily petting down your hair as you breathe out a long, tired sigh, eyelids falling shut as your body threatens to slip back into unconsciousness, the other hand running up and down the side of your waist and over your hip to lull you further into that ever-so enticing sleep.

[miraichado]

Yuu is a rock star.

warnings: theory about mc from twisted wonderland; possible errors (I used a translator, English is not my native language); raw text, mentions of drugs and alcohol; mentions of the dark side of show business; a lot, a lot of text!

from the author: I don't know why I had such an idea, but give me a little time to explain my theory

in essence, yuu (aka mc, aka [your name] is literally an empty shell. and this is not said in a bad way, rather, even in a positive way - this gives incredible scope for fantasy and guesses.

and here I will not go into theories about yuu and his fate in twst, you can read the body tag about yuu, which overblotted, there are many interesting theories.

Surely everything came out very crumpled, I apologize. This thought was so bright that I wrote down everything I could remember and logically build. Perhaps I will be able to make headcanons directly about yuu herself in my au, as well as the rest of the twst, and I am also eager to do something related to vdc, heh. It seemed like a funny idea to me to make yuu more daring, aware of life and accustomed to difficulties. I love her ^^

not long ago I was listening to several bands like maneskin, nirvana and another band that I will not name (I don’t know how to translate its name into English, sorry) and a headcanon for such a yuu appeared in my head

imagine that yuu in his world was literally a star. I’m inclined to believe that it was rock or punk, not pop. I think that yuu could have been influenced by: Mindless Self Indulgence, Nirvana, Maneskin, although the latter is more suitable for how I imagine a yuu-performer.

I saw headcanons for yuu-idol, but it seemed to me that there is a place for a more daring version of yuu. The one who smashes guitars on stage. The one who knows the taste of defeat and rise to the Olympus of celebrities. The one who doesn’t just sing, but literally lives on stage.

perhaps, yuu's teenage years in my headcanon are literally a hodgepodge of different shit: misunderstanding from parents, in society, searching for herself and understanding the world.

i don't think she would be a wallflower or anything like that, no damn, she wanted to declare herself, to shout about how she feels the world around her - she dresses exactly the way she wants, despite the reproaches of teachers/parents, listens to music so loudly in her room on the second floor that on the first floor, where yuu's parents ate peacefully, the cutlery in the cabinets shakes.

her main reference point then becomes music. she absorbs dozens of different bands, performers, looking for exactly what can resonate in her heart and when that very thudum in her chest happens, yuu begins to work to make her dream come true.

i think her first place of work and her favorite place in the city was a small music store with a thousand records, cassettes - old stuff, as her peers say. but yuu is so in love with this place - it's literally a corner surrounded by everything she loves to bits!

having saved up enough money, she picks up her first guitar, which she bought with her own money. I can't say for sure whether yuu in my headcanon received a musical education - let's leave that question unanswered for now - but yuu learns to play the guitar from books, tries to manage her energy in order to direct it into a musical direction.

I can assume that yuu didn't put together her band right away - gradually, when yuu would attend various parties in secret from her parents, she would communicate with someone a little. and that's how a circle of people who shared her interests appeared. and then they started trying to play together for the first time.

(of course, then I have a question - how old is Yuu? (suddenly thought, lol) considering that the first years in twst are 17(?), and that Yuu's age is not indicated anywhere in the game, I can give myself a little freedom - 18-19-20 (maximum). this is not too early for a career (looking back at reality), and not too old to join the Night Raven.)

so, let's get back.

gradually working together, yuu writes music and also tries to convert his energy into fuel for lyrics. it's not romantic, but not hard metal either - some strange middle ground.

I can also suggest that yuu lives in a world that is identical to ours, so the main promotion is through social networks, as well as through local festivals. maybe they perform covers of different songs at their first performances and videos of them are uploaded to various platforms, while yuu and another person (for some reason I have a feeling that this is either a keyboard player or a guitarist) are writing a solo album.

of course, the situation is not without pitfalls - parents and studies. probably parents, although not aggressively, but still clearly made it clear to yuu that she needs to get an education, and not run away from home at night to perform in suspicious clubs, but yuu clings to her dream of a career as an artist so strongly that she runs away from home with a scandal. runs around to friends to spend the night, works in that very store, I think the police could have taken up the case, if not for a happy coincidence.

contract with a producer. This is literally her golden ticket to release an album. I think the group was already popular online, but not in show business, so they needed a producer with experience who could help turn ordinary performances in small bars into entire stadiums, which the group dreamed of.

and this time, yuu's parents agreed as a reckless child, probably infected with the joy of the opportunity to fulfill a dream and, of course, money. signing a contract and all the work turns into a whole album.

shot - fortune is caught by the tail! - now the group is not just newcomers, but monsters-newcomers in the music industry! The first serious performances make the heads of young artists so dizzy that yuu is more excited than ever when the line in the charts with their solo album rises to a significant place.

and then a dizzying career begins - performances at festivals, interviews, recording songs for the next album, filming! - the group's schedule is scheduled by the day, and vocal lessons are also added to Yuu's. Despite her luck, in my headcanon Yuu is a workaholic, because she looks at things realistically - the more experience and knowledge she has, the more she can tell in her songs and show incredible results.

Perhaps their rise was dizzying, but this did not give them the right to sit back and wait for fortune to strike again - while they are holding tightly to this lady's tail, they need to squeeze out everything they can, because this sphere does not tolerate lazy people.

Yuu studies, sometimes stumbling and falling, hitting corners and getting into dark corners of this business, she learns more. Despite the dirt going on in her (let's also be realistic) and, perhaps, her dark sides of her personality are starting to show.

Surely, in such a tight schedule, there was alcohol and drugs, for relaxation. scandals? yes of course, journalists will be ready to spin different stories for the sake of sensation and get into places they shouldn't, especially with a group that took off so quickly.

yuu will learn to keep her rebellious nature in check and let them go only on stage and during recording, god, why am I sure that at concerts yuu will often growl into the microphone due to an excess of feelings? and if this doesn't help her, she will just smash her guitar to pieces on the last song?? oddities

she will get used to the media, and her rebellious nature will become a real armor in this area - she is blinded by this career, in love with music, despite the fact that she is kept on a chain like a cash cow?

god, why didn't we notice how the contract became more... tough? why is it only now that yuu realized that she literally lives in the studio? maybe my headcanon should have drama - like we don't have enough of that, yeah - she could sue the producer over a weirdly worded contract. it's sure to be the biggest sensation of the year, but the band managed to get out without any serious losses.

again an album, tours, work - yuu gets used to fame, to recognition, although not without problems - fans are different, of course, but she goes ahead, as always...

until at some point she woke up in a coffin and in a world where no one knew about her as a singer. in a world where magic was so woven into life that it was taken for granted. without a group, parents, acquaintances, all alone in this world.

but yuu wouldn't be yuu if she gave up, right?

[vivonnz]

Boys in Walls, bands they listen to/songs they make—Brahms & Billy

[The band au takes place in mostly the late 00s and early 10s but I probably included a few more recent songs I think fits them well]

<BILLY LENZ>

• Black Christmas by Set it off for Billy 100% if he sings it. Some other Set it off songs I can imagine him singing are Wolf in Sheep's Clothing and I'll sleep when I am dead.

• I think Billy would sing lots of songs that are heavily vulgar. Also, he would sing songs with either a tone full of hate or a tone full of insanity, yelling and screaming. He has the lungs for that and it also fits him quite well.

• Other than the songs Boys in Walls was based on, Billy really enjoys horny songs like In My Mouth by Black Dresses and Get it up by Mindless self Indulgence.

• Talking about Mindless self Indulgence, I imagine Boys in Walls with a similar style if Billy sings (Whenever I hear Jimmy sing I always think about Billy).

<BRAHMS HEELSHIRE>

• He's way more held back. Especially with cursing and suggestive lyrics.

• Brahms doesn't sing much, he prefers playing the guitar while Billy either sings or screams his lungs out. But he does have lots of talent when it comes to singing since surprisingly, he can sing high notes too.

• He doesn't have a specific genre or genres he likes. He's actually into several ones. Brahms is willing to listen to anything Billy does, even if they are vulgar. Unlike Billy, Brahms can play the piano and the violin as well and perform in a more calm and gentle way when it comes to those two instruments.

• In overall, there are lots of songs, singers, and bands he likes, but it's obvious he's into both rock and classic music, such as I Don't Wanna Be Me by Type O Negative and Hungarian dance No. 5 by Johannes Brahms.

• A little bonus, Billy blasts Enjoy your Slay by Ice Nine Kills at least once a day. Also, Brahms and Billy had a little hidden love song before publicly announcing their relationship which was Partners in Crime by Set it Off.

(I'm sorry that with specific songs I had more ideas for Billy, but might update this post someday if I find more songs I think would fit with them.)

@unknownmelodies 💞

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Yoshikage Kira x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'd be lying if I said American Psycho didn't inspire bits of this fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Against his better judgment Kira takes you up on your offer to grab some dinner after work. [ WORD COUNT ] 3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching (though most of it is written from Kira's POV), he is so goddamn mentally ill, y/n is crushing hard, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, handjob, murder, angst without a happy ending.

Yoshikage Kira never intended to go out to dinner with you. He was already fantasizing about a quiet evening at home as he finished up his work. He could picture it so clearly: sitting at his dinner table eating leftovers from the night before, eventually making his way to the couch to watch mindless television until the early stages of slumber enveloped him, then he would drink a warm glass of milk and do some light stretches before snuggling up under his freshly washed linen sheets, sleeping soundly until morning came.

But for reasons unknown to him, he felt compelled to take you up on your offer. Maybe it was how you walked by his desk six times before getting the courage to actually speak to him. Or maybe it was your feeble attempt at acting nonchalant about it and how cute it was when your desperation trickled through.

“I haven’t had the chance to try shabu-shabu since I moved here and I cannot be seen doing it alone. Think of what that’ll do to my ego.”

He chuckled even though he didn’t find your comment particularly funny. “Find a time when no one is around and go. Then no one will see you.”

“But I’ll know I’m alone. Like, I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.”

“What if the food is so good you forget about that part?”

“Kira,” you whined. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“I can’t; I have to return some library books. Why not ask someone else?” He leaned back in his chair, trying to see who was still toiling away in the office. “Ah, Natsumi would be a good choice. I bet she eats food.”

You attempted to quiet your laughter with your hands which annoyed him to no end. Who were you to put yourself on display in such a manner?

“I barely talk to her,” you finally said after reeling in your laughter.

“I don’t know what to tell you then. Maybe another night,” he suggested though he hoped you’d never follow up.

“I’ll pay! Please?”

He sighed, denying a cute thing like you was too cruel. “Will you have me home before 8?”

You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Of course I will,” you replied, your tone comically serious. “You can count on me.”

He brushed your hand off of him while making note of how gentle your touch had been. Your hands were a sight to behold, just looking at them made all his blood flow straight to his cock. He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly, trying to maintain a veil of normalcy.

Kira knew he would be testing himself by going on a social outing with you. But it wasn’t as if he was an amateur. There had been plenty of times he didn’t let his urges get the better of him, even when presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge. He was more than capable of exercising self restraint. Besides you were his coworker. Killing you was far too risky. That in itself was enough of a deterrent.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” He asked.

You nodded. “There’s a place not too far from here. It’s a few blocks down.”

“Have you heard good things about it?”

“No, terrible things. A guy got food poisoning and died in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. They say his ghost haunts the restaurant to this very day with his dick hanging out.”

“Oh I love that,” Kira said quietly as he shut down his computer.

“Thought you would.”

He cleared his throat and looked up from his monitor. “I’ll meet you out front. I need to take care of a few things before we leave.”

You nodded and strolled off, unaware of the mental anguish that plagued him. Kira glanced down at his lap, watching as his cock fought against the fabric of his pants. He slowly got up, careful to obscure his erection with his quivering hands. Dizzy and humiliated, he skulked into the bathroom and quickly relieved himself. As he squeezed the shaft of his cock he fantasized about how your disembodied hand would feel stroking his tender flesh.

“Stop it,” he mumbled, hoping verbalizing his morality would make it appear.

Misery enveloped Kira as he washed his hands. He was careful to not look in the mirror, unable to bear the sight of himself. He breathed deeply as he unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open only to be greeted by your expectant presence.

“I felt weird standing around in the lobby.”

He couldn’t follow your logic, but your earnest demeanor was precious so he didn’t think too hard about it.

“Great,” he choked out.

There was a sense of relief once the two of you were out in the world, away from the office. The air seemed lighter, the lights not so blinding and unforgiving. He was at ease as he walked beside you, your hands brushing up against his on occasion. Your disruption was more harmonious than he previously surmised. It was wrong to assume you were a woman of strife and discord. You were more benign than that. You were like petting a kitten that had been napping in a puddle of sunlight. Your presence carried the weight of a reassuring hug. He wanted to melt in your arms and drown in your sweetness.

Everything was painted in a blushy-orange hue as the sun slowly set. It gave your face an angelic quality as it danced across your face. To say you looked picturesque was an understatement. Nothing could shit on this moment; nothing could annihilate his peace. He was sure of it.

“This is… it,” you said sadly, noticing that the restaurant was in fact closed.

Suddenly everything came crashing down. Kira felt like he was going to vomit into his shoes.

“What a shame,” he said, voice straining. He was convinced he could cry at any moment.

Your eyes darted around. “We could get udon,” you said, pointing at a restaurant across the street.

Kira spun around and nearly moaned as relief filled his chest. It was directly across the street, its existence a good omen. He could have kissed you for pointing it out.

“Yes,” he said, wiping his eyes. “We can get udon.”

You gave him a confused look. Damn, he must really love udon.

Dinner went well. You both ordered the same thing, but that was only because Kira wanted to mirror you and what he perceived as your moral superiority. You talked about work, expressing similar grievances. He rarely voiced his discontent to anyone, let alone his coworkers, but you disarmed him. Everything he knew and held dear was now flexible; he didn’t mind bending a little for you.

You upheld your part of the bargain and covered the bill without a second thought. He contemplated paying for everything while you weren’t paying attention, but you were too quick.

“You could have at least let me pay for half,” he said as you signed the receipt.

You smiled. “Nah.”

The sun had set and the streets were not bustling with as much life. The sidewalks were practically empty. Eight o’clock was growing near, putting Kira on edge. His confidence in his self control was waning. It was time to go home.

“Well I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you for dinner. It was nice.”

“You don’t wanna hang out for a little longer? Maybe grab some tea? Pudding? Anything?”

He clenched his fists, nails piercing his palms. Your company was now a burden to bear. He knew you wouldn’t make it out alive if you stuck around.

“You know you wanna have tea with me,” you purred. 

A playful grin adorned your face. It was true. Kira did want to have tea with you, but not like this. He wanted to be with you under the warm gaze of a perpetual sunset. He wanted perfection, but the circumstances made it impossible, sullying it all. The longer he was around you like this, the more he wanted to hurt you.

“I doubt anywhere decent is open,” he said firmly.

“We can go back to my place! I actually have this really good genmaicha if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Fuck, he thought to himself. I am into that sort of thing!

“Alright, a cup or two won’t kill me.”

“Me neither. Let’s gooooo.”

He could control himself; he could show a semblance of restraint. Maybe spending more time around you would let him realize your true value. If he liked you enough, surely he’d want to keep more than just your hand around. And it would be nice to have a friend at work, someone to make him seem like a typical guy.

He sighed and convinced himself everything would be fine.

And it was. When the two of you arrived at your home, Kira was pleasantly surprised by its comforting warmth. It was no sunset. But it was close enough, disarming him all the same. He made himself comfortable on your couch. You prepared the tea, blethering about your interests. He watched you intently, taking in every little movement you made.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you said, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “But you have the eyes of a hunter.”

“What?!”

Suddenly he was trying to look as doe-eyed as possible. He couldn’t believe his mask was already slipping.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you laughed, nervously scratching the base of your skull.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god, don’t be,” you cooed as you took a seat beside him. “It’s not a bad thing. I—I, uh…”

You cut yourself off by taking a big sip of tea.

“What was that last part?” He asked, taking off his Valentino jacket. 

He carefully folded it and hoped the wrinkling would be minimal. He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel less constricted, a little freer.

“Uh,” you mumbled, staring at his toned forearms. “It’s, like, attractive. I’m saying that objectively.”

You were courting him in the shadows. He wanted to shake you and beg you to stop, to end this nonsense, to kick him out of your home for his predator eyes. All the time Kira spent trying to shield you from it didn’t mean a thing. It made him ill. And it wasn’t as if he could tell you to stop being flirtatious because it made him want to kill you. If you knew that he was a demon with a thin veneer of sanity, he’d lose you forever.

“Thank you,” he said, sipping his tea.

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”

“I don’t really like to make myself… scoopable.”

“Fair enough,” you said, scooching closer to him. “So, you’re not seeing anyone then?”

He paused. “I am not.”

You placed your hand on his thigh, fingers grazing the inside of it. He stared down at your hand like it was a grenade.

“I’m not seeing anyone either,” you said bashfully.

Kira felt like he was going to implode.

“You know… I’ve always had a bit of a,” you coughed nervously, “crush on you. I don’t know why. I just feel drawn to you.”

His cock throbbed under his pants, begging to be freed. His carnal needs were taking over. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked someone, and seeking solace in your cunt sounded endlessly appealing.

“Is that so?”

You nodded and squeezed his thigh. His body ached for you, all of you. He wanted to have every bit of it in his mouth and cover your skin with his cum.

“I need you, Yoshikage,” you said, pulling yourself into his lap. Your hands gripped his shirt.

He didn’t know what to say. You were seeing him too clearly. Hearing you say his name made it all too real. But still there was some allure to it. Rarely did Kira ever feel desired and it was clear as day that you wanted him. It stroked his ego in ways he never thought possible.

“Tell me how much.”

Your hands were now unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

“I’d rather die than be without your touch,” you mewled, rolling your hips against him.

Kira felt like his heart was caught in his throat.

You kissed his cheekbone. “Let’s go to my room.”

He followed you to your room and watched as you removed your work clothes. Your body was incredible, delectable, and he wanted to consume it. It was like a sun ripened peach, dewy and glistening under a full moon. He wondered how it would feel to sink his teeth into your flesh, how sweet your arousal must taste.

Kira did the same, carefully undressing and making sure his clothes wouldn’t look like crumpled paper once he put them back on. His ego sang as you took in his naked form. He knew he was physical perfection, a body in the image of a Bernini sculpture. Your eyes were wide, eager, and starving.

You crawled onto the bed, resting on your back with your legs spread wide. He had a perfect view of your slick cunt, one that nearly made him drool. Unable to contain himself, he got onto the bed and buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds, the tip of his nose brushing up against your swollen clit.

He looked up at you and watched as you grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.

“Feels s’good,” you mumbled in a blissed out daze.

Kira gave your clit slow, languorous licks, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. He found himself rutting against the mattress, desperate to feel some form of friction. The sounds of your breathy moans sent him spiraling into a pit of pleasure and despair. His urges were creeping around him, whispering in his ears.

I wonder if she’d make the same noises if you sliced her up a bit.

He closed his eyes and focused on kissing the inside of your thighs while he slipped his fingers inside you. Your moans grew louder, more comely, as he curled them.

“More,” you moaned as you laced your fingers in his wavy, flaxen hair.

Show her the real Yoshikage Kira.

“I want your cock,” you whimpered.

He got on top of you, his blue eyes lost in your haze of ecstasy. Lust radiated off of you, drawing him in. There was no way he could deny you.

He guided his cock inside you, tossing his head back as it was surrounded by the plush heat of your cunt. You locked your legs around him, clinging to his body like your life depended on it. He loved every minute of it; feeling wanted and needed was the best sensation in the world. He was sure of it.

His thrusts were languid and sensuous. Kira liked to take his time while fucking. He was never plagued by the overwhelming reflex to come as fast and hard as possible. He preferred to focus on the needs of his partner, slowly drawing out their transcendent moans. He was hypervigilant in his awareness. You couldn’t hide a thing from Kira. He noticed every muscle twitch, every gasp and groan, every gloriously enraptured expression.

“How does it f—feel?” You asked.

He didn’t want to speak. He felt safer with his mouth shut.

You tightened your cunt around his cock.

“Shit,” he choked out as he bottomed out.

You let out a deep moan and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Your orgasm flowed through your body, replacing your blood with unadulterated ardor. Your sweet sounds filled the room, overwhelming him.

“I can’t,” he spat out abruptly.

He pulled his cock out of you and rolled gracelessly off the bed.

“Huh?” You were in a fucked out daze.

“I have to go.”

“Is this about the library books?”

He shook his head. “No. I j—I have to leave.”

“Can you at least tell me why?”

“I’m afraid if I stay I’ll do something to you.”

You gave him a confused glare. “What are you talking about?”

KIra stared down at his hands, hoping they would have an answer.

“There is something terrible happening inside me and I don’t want it to interfere with my work life.”

You sat up, your annoyance was tangible and took up space in the room. Your eyes were fixed on his erect cock.

“No one has to know.”

“But—”

“Come on. Let me make you happy before you leave, hm?”

His eyes darkened. “You want to make me happy?”

“Yes. I wanna be filled with your cum,” you begged.

He walked over to the bed and grabbed your right wrist.

“Jerk me off.”

“Uh. Okay,” you said, squeezing his swollen shaft.

Precum dribbled out from the tip, coating your hand and you serviced him. You didn’t look enthused, but you gave it your all.

“Good girl,” he choked out as his cock spurted cum over your chest.

Kira looked down at you, trying to memorize your face since this was the last time he’d see it. He would miss your goofiness and your sweetness, but living without it wasn’t impossible. Life would just go back to the way it was before, the way it should be. Home by 8:00 PM. A glass of warm milk. Stretching.

Surely you would understand why he had to do it.

“Whoa,” you said suddenly. “Wha—what’s that fucking pink thing behind you?”

He panicked and Killer Queen vaporized your body, leaving nothing behind. Kira fell to the ground and buried his face into the side of the mattress. The pain in his chest was sharp and raging. He wished he could go back in time and never agree to dinner. He would have forced Natsumi to go with you. He would have insulted you to your face. Anything to keep you away from him.

Kira was at a loss, alone in your home. He had no idea if anyone saw him come in or if anyone at the office knew you two had gone out. He cursed himself for being so reckless and began to sob. His hubris has gotten the better of him.

What a waste. But don’t worry. There will be another one.

Before you ask: yes, y/n was a stand user. Her stand was Baby One More Time and she could bring plants back from the dead.

[thatonewatching]

My creepypasta/marble hornets head canons (SFW)

Hoodie/Brian

Black coffee No cologne Picks at his skin or taps his foot Likes big dogs but feeds the stray cats Scar going down his chest from a fight w/ Masky Good friends with E.J. Likes kids, and wishes he could have them Won't have kids because of his line of work Closed off Selective mutism Anger issues but relatively calm Insomniac Scary dog privilege Hates being a proxy Refuses to take his mask off around the others Keeps camera on him at all times Loves literature Very smart Limited interests Majored in literature Sarcastic Low self esteem Listens to punk rock Hopeless romantic Speaks another language (Russian probably) Mature but can be petty Fatherly Plays piano Is very skilled at playing piano Cannot cook to save his fucking life Can sew Wakes up so damn early Lanky bitch Has no taste in fashion or decor Apartment is practically empty Honest Chews a lot of gum

Masky Stubborn Chubby Hairy motherfucker Intimidating Pours milk before cereal Will now refuse cheesecake (y'all ruined it) Black coffee favorite food is grilled cheese and tomato soup Basic bitch Loves AC/DC Classic rock Aerosexual Good at math Petty Strongly opinionated Bad at reading Needs glasses but refuses to get them Anger issues Can't cook

Toby

Clingy Manipulative attachment issues Likes chocolate milk Pyro Diet consists of milk, energy drinks, and random chips and snacks he can find Underweight but scarily strong Doesn't like spicy food Drools Nightmares Sleep paralysis Panic attacks Loves rodents Hates waking up early but he does because of his job Restless Draws on himself Lots of self-inflicted marks (IYKWIM) Ambidextrous Pyro Thinks about Lyra a lot Bites his nails when no one's around because he has to pull his mask down Listens to Mindless Self Indulgence, My Chemical Romance,  Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, Theory of a dead man, Paramore, Sleeping with Sirens, Crown the Empire, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Panic! At the Disco, Melanie Martinez, Green Day, Black Veil Brides, Arctic Monkeys, McCafferty, Mother Mother, Fall Out Boy, Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, Bring Me the Horizon, Three Days Grace, Korn, Slipknot, etc. (I had to) Hums to himself Dyslexic Likes abandoned areas Very fast when running Great aim Band T-shirts Taps foot Energy drinks

Eyeless Jack

Gentle giant Doesn't like being called "Eyeless Jack" Goes by E.J or Jack Loud breather in his mask, completely silent without Doesn't take his mask off unless he's alone Sweet Scared of himself Goes through heat Trust issues Good fashion but can't wear most clothes because of his size Has Brian sew/adjust/make him clothes for money or whatever Honest Has seen every single Disney movie Hums and sings along to the songs Fatherly Slender's second favorite Mature Scars Human food tastes bad to him Only drinks water Can and will pierce your body if you ask Misses icecream

Jeff

Energy drinks and soda cans all over his room Band T-shirts Emo Slender's favorite Plays with Ben (gaming) Sore loser Likes to burn things Caffeine addiction Stupid teenager shit 13 (in my hc) Ribs are visible Pierced body; nipples, ears, cartilage, nose Fights with everyone Dyes his hair regularly

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[monnii1]

Shinsou headcanons

This poor boy has heard every single eye bag joke, infact he was the butt of every joke back in middle school for many things. Eye bags were most certainly top of the list for it.

Adding onto being the butt of every joke, he was bullied slightly in middle school. Not exactly in a way that traumatised him or made him feel too terrible, but enough to not want friends.

After the sports festival Shinsou and Midoriya became friends (purely from Midoriya bugging him daily) and is confused why people are shocked him and someone as social and loud as Deku are friends

During free time Shinsou is usually alone in either an empty classroom or his dorm room. He really wants friends, as much as he denies this and says he doesn’t want any, just doesn’t know how to make them.

Social interactions confuse him sometimes. He doesn’t understand why people dislike his straight to the point brutal honesty, he doesn’t get why people would rather have things sugar coated to them.

Endless raging insomnia since his early teen years (started around the age of 13-14) and doesn’t know how to help himself and doesn’t see it getting any better so he’s adapted and lives off caffeine.

Forced by Midoriya and Kaminari to join the class 1-A hang outs. (didn’t realise how FERAL it was.)

Looks at coffee with the adoring eyes people wished their crushes would look at them with.

Grew up in the foster care system so he grew to not trust any adults until Aizawa came into his life, Aizawa spotted Shinsou at the sports festival and understood his little outburst of emotions so he took Shinsou in as his own.

This boy can and WILL pet every stray cat he comes across, man will stop to meow back at the cat that meowed at him..

When I say this boy is tired, I don’t mean ‘tired 🥺 I mean this boy hasn’t slept for around 48 hours tired.

Secretly listens to bands like Mindless Self Indulgence, just nobody knows what he listens to because he never says.