Eijirou - Tumblr Posts
Someone : Deku saved me! It means that he loves me!
Katsuki:
Ochako:
Iida:
Shouto:
Kirishima:
All Class 1A:
Hitoshi:
Eri:
Kouta:
Tall Bunny Lady:
Katsuki: He's a fucking hero you stupid cunt ! It's his job, you are not fucking special
Yandere Kirishima x Reader - Reprimand
Unfortunately, I’m back! Hopefully I’ll get back into a more regular upload schedule from now on. Anyway, here’s part two to this! I know this isn’t great, but I needed to write something to get myself out of this rut. Also this is sort of a Christmas offering to @ikinabi, if this pleases you then my life is fulfilled. Also I like yandere Kirishima apparently so I might just make this a series or something. Enjoy! xoxo
(Part 1)
TW: Sorta NSFW, yandere, blood, asphyxiation, physical abuse
“So pretty…”
Your captor mumbled as calloused fingers combed through your locks. It was therapeutic to Eijirou; to tend to your hair every morning before the hero left for work. You were crushed against his firm torso, ensuring you couldn’t slip from his grasp. Your cries and pleas were met with dismissive hums, as he assured you again and again that ‘There’s no need to be scared, princess’. All he wanted was to take care of you, and for you to just let him. Crimson eyes gleamed with childlike anticipation as he twirled you toward the mirror. “What’dya think, babe? Do you like it?” His voice was dripping with excitement, craving your approval like a coveted drug. His efforts, despite being the product of his drowning adoration, did not produce a… refined result. It was established early during your captivity that submission was met with reward; a kiss to remove that damnable gag, an embrace to rid yourself of the burning ropes around your wrist. So you nodded, slowly and hesitantly as tears trickled down your cheeks. A grin, sharp and beaming, cut across his face. That love-drunk gaze, so maniacal in its infatuation, was enough to chill you to the core. It was a routine Eijirou was adamant on maintaining.
It soon proved to be his mistake.
You stilled your breath in an attempt to make your fingers do the same. The hair-pin in each hand rattled against the lock. Just like they do in the movies, you told yourself over and over, hoping it would somehow cease the shaking of your fingers. Behind that reinforced window, was freedom. Kirishima was attending some mandatory gala event among his fellow heroes, giving you ample time to enact your escape, and the cover of night would prove useful against the subsequent man-hunt that would surely ensue after he found you missing. The promise of breathing air unpolluted by his musk or the intrusive scent of his cologne was utterly tantalizing. That hope, that dream, was made more tangible with each click and slide of the lock mechanism.
“C’mon…” You muttered, the tension against the pins mounting, threatening to snap as they inched further into the lock. Then, slicing through the silence, an almost deafening creak resounded.
The window didn’t budge. You struggled to breathe as it became clear - footsteps, pounding toward you. Trembling hands released their hold on the hair-pins, falling to the floor. It was hard not to scream in frustration, or breakdown in insurmountable terror. The door inched open, an exasperated sigh escaping your captor as he sauntered in. Each step toward you made you wince as they echoed throughout the room. You suppressed a shriek when strong arms coiled around your torso, his nose pressing against the base of your neck. Kirishima inhaled deeply - he had to get his fill after being apart from you for so long. He hummed, pressing his lips gently upon your skin.
“I missed you so much, princess. I wish you could’ve come with me.” He let out a tired chuckle as his chin rested upon your shoulder. “They don’t think you’re real, would you believe it? Saying shit like if you were really my girlfriend you’d be there with me.” A lingered kiss was placed upon your cheek. “But you are real-” Calloused fingertips explored your arms, shoulders, every piece of exposed skin he could relish in. The sound of his breath hitching, it’s warmth invading the nape of your neck, made your heart pound faster - he was getting excited, that much was certain.
“And you’re all mine.” He traced kisses across your neck, quietly reaffirming ‘mine’ between each affection. Gently, he gripped you by the waist and pulled you toward the bed. Slowly sitting himself upon the mattress, he pulled you atop his strong, muscular thighs. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding frantically. A deep hum resonated from his chest, digits lovingly raking through your hair.
Oh god, your hair. The accessories he’d so carefully placed were now strewn about the floor. Your thoughts grew panicked, nigh incomprehensible. He could notice, he would piece it together, if he found out he’d surely -
“Come on, (Y/n), talk to me.” His tongue clicked in his mouth, rough fingers gripping your chin and turning you to face him as carefully as he could. Seeing his face, his serene smile, was enough to make the words ball in your throat. Your lips quivered, his eyes beaming as he anticipated the sound of your angelic voice.
“I c-could’ve come with you, I-” A fervent kiss silenced you, his hand cupping your cheek to support the exchange. He pulled away, brows clearly furrowed. With a disheartening sigh, Kirishima shook his head.
“You know I can’t do that, babe.” His lips lunged to your neck, imprinting kisses against the tender flesh. “I want to, I really do. I want to show everyone how lucky I am,” His mouth shifted to your shoulder, your eyes widening as you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” With animalistic ferocity, he sunk his teeth into your flesh. You whimpered in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you felt blood seep from the wound. Kirishima was eager to lap up the warm substance, working and sucking against the imprint. A powerful arm wrapped around you, keeping you from flinching away as he properly marked you. You opted to squeeze your eyes shut; to pretend you were anywhere but here. A smirk pressed against your skin, a satisfied grunt erupting from the hero at your apparent complacency. “Such a good girl for me.”
His large hand rested against the back of your head, digits entangling with strands of your hair. You felt him pause, and you could swear your heart did the same. Had he noticed? You had to distract him, he couldn’t be allowed find out.
Against your better judgement, you shifted upon his lap until your body faced his. Hesitantly, your hands met his broad chest, inching toward the collar of his dress shirt. His mouth was slightly agape, his pupils dilated with a cocktail of surprise and excitement. Kirishima couldn’t believe what was happening, you were initiating it. Shaky fingers hooked against his tie, slowly working to undo the tight knot. You didn’t dare meet his gaze, terrified of glimpsing at the lust that swirled among the crimson. “B-babe? What are you doing?” His face flared with an impossible red, his pants growing tighter and more uncomfortable with each passing second.
“I-I want to be good for you, Ei-Eijirou.” You cursed at the transparent fraudulence of your words. Kirishima, however, was too euphoric to care. Unsatisfied with the clumsy pace of your digits, he violently yanked his tie away. He made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing the powerful mass of muscle hidden beneath. His large hands gripped your wrists tightly, guiding your palms against his sculpted torso. He eased them across the rigid canyons of his abdomen, his blush darkening at your touch.
“S-so strong…” You rest your palms against his defined chest, leaning into the crook of his neck. The scent of his expensive cologne is overbearing as you imprint a fleeting kiss upon his skin. You feel his heart thump, his breath growing more erratic and unrestrained.
“F-fuck, princess,” Eijirou grits his teeth as you gently knead his flesh, throwing his head back to allow you more leeway. “I-It’s all to protect you, so I can keep you safe.” His muscles tense, affirming the immense power they hold. You pause to breathe, to steady yourself. It’s hard not to feel disgusted, not when that prominent protrusion bucks roughly against you.
But Kirishima is impatient. In an instant, you’re thrown unto your back, Eijirou looming over you with your wrists pinned beside your head. Lips smash against your own, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He presses his powerful body atop yours, his deep rumbles of delight sending vibrations across your skin. Shark-like teeth sink into your lips, humming as he savors the delectable metallic taste. Your pained whimpers, your weak gasps for air, they’re all so adorable. His fingers intertwine with your locks, pulling slightly to allow his tongue greater dominion over yours.
At first, you’re relieved when he finally pulls away - desperately trying to fulfill the oxygen debt he so eagerly created. But relief melts into abject terror as the muscles of his brow tense, his eyes squinting in scrutiny. Despite the invasive heat of his heavy pants against your face, you’re frozen.
“Babe…” Kirishima agonizingly pauses. You wanted to break free from his suffocating gaze, but it was futile - every fiber of your being was utterly petrified. “Where’s your..” He glanced back to the window.
You couldn’t hold it back, the tears trailing down your cheeks. He figured it out, didn’t he?
“Ei-Eijirou it’s not-”
His head snapped back to you. Fury danced upon the rigidity of his features, his breathing labored from barely restrained rage rather than impassioned lust. That voice, often jovial, was seethed through barred teeth. “Did you…?”
You choked on your frantic words, your sobs indicative of your guilt. “I-I’m sorry! I promise, I-I won’t try it ever -”
“Shut up,” Kirishima growls. His grip on your wrists tighten painfully, eliciting a sharp cry. In an instant, he releases his hold on one arm, slamming a balled fist into the bed mere inches away from your head. Your mouth gapes in terror, his knuckles straining threateningly against the skin. The fingers unfurl, instead quickly snaking around your throat in a vice grip. His thumb hardens, pressing against your windpipe with a crushing force. Hot, angry tears trail down his face, his teeth grinding against each other as he spits a stream of muttered vulgarities. You’re gasping; silently pleading for the respite of air, which only spurs his thumb to drive deeper against your throat.
“Why are you making me do this?!” Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut, heart wrenching in his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. Why can’t you just let me keep you safe? What if you got hurt out there?” Every word threatens to break, his voice unsteady and pained. “Why couldn’t you just behave?!”
Kirishima’s senses regain when he sees your eyelids dipping, releasing his immovable hold. He cups your cheeks with calloused palms, tears mingling with your own as they drip upon your face. Somehow, his softened expression of apprehension is more terrifying than that of rage.
“I’ve been too lenient, haven’t I?” His hand left your cheek, slowly inching down your arm as he shook his head. Eijirou’s fingers interlocked with yours - and they harden. He isn’t choking you anymore, so why can’t you breathe?
“I’m sorry, princess. I don’t want to do this, but what choice do I have?”
You shake your head frantically, your sobs amplifying. He flashes a weak smile, a deranged attempt at reassurance.
“I-I need to punish you, (Y/n). How else are you going to learn?” A brief, apologetic kiss is placed at the corner of your mouth.
The hardened digits crushingly tighten.
“I just want the best for you. You know that, right?”
Tighter
All that work to earn his praise and leniency - gone. That trust you so meticulously earned was crushed, the bones in your hand threatening to do the same. Kirshima shushed your whimpers and cries of pain as he tightened his grip.
“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Take it like a good girl, for me.”
Tighter
Blinding agony, blurred vision, his voice resounding against your ear.
“I love you,”
Tighter
“So never make me do this again.”
Pretty boi
an oldie that i really like, piranha kiri is my life <3
Sweet Eyes And Butterflies (Bakugo x Kirishima Fluff)
Fandom: Bnha / Mha Warnings: None! (Except for an ooc Bakugo I guess?) Words: 683 (Sorry it’s so short!) Requested by: @i-happen-to-be-a-sociopath Request/Prompt: hello there! if it's not too much trouble, would you be willing to write some fluff for my bois kiri and bakugo. something soft or sleepy, or both. please and thank you~
AN It’s never trouble! Sorry, it took so gosh darn long... I struggled so hard to imagine this, that it’s really short, but I hope you at least kinda like it?
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Bakugo knew that if he wanted to stay at the top of his classes, he would need to study harder and harder every time he opened his book. He was well aware of the unwavering Todoroki, and somehow Deku even came close to scoring the same as him recently. He decided that the only logical explanation was that he wasn’t studying as hard as he used to, and he needed to up his game. But that was growing difficult every second.
Why was the most dedicated guy in class struggling to focus on one single, stupid scientific scenario? Simple. His adorable, freaking, boyfriend, was asleep on his bed and cuddled up into a ball. His spikey red hair lacked any product, so it fell around his face in soft little puffs of fire, and his mouth had fallen slightly open. But most importantly, he was all snuggled up and warm in Bakugo’s brand new, black sweatshirt. How unfair was that!
He huffed and looked back at his pair. Light particles had never particularly interested him, but neither had sharks before this year, so who’s to say it wouldn’t grow on him throughout this unit? That being said, each second that passes with Kirishima sleeping in his bed while he’s learning new facts about refraction and different mediums makes him hate it more and more.
He wants nothing more than to throw his binder and textbook out the window and lie down next to his boyfriend, but he was torn. What would happen if Deku surpassed him? How would he manage?
Simple answer, he wouldn’t. It was stupid, Kirishima made him well aware of that, but it isn’t his fault when that stupid idiot thought he was better than everyone else! He just had to push himself harder.
Everyone was surprised when Bakugo and Kirishima were ‘revealed’ as a coupe, but no one was more shocked than them. They had been a couple for three months, and they never felt the needed to say anything about it, but it’s not like they hid it. They flirted in front of everyone- pretty sure they’ve kissed in front of everyone too. So, when the majority of class 1A went to the park and saw them kissing on a bench, their reaction was like a cold wakeup call. Apparently, no one managed to pick up on it- which just proved how utterly ridiculous his class was.
Bakugo blushed at the memory... It was a colder fall day, and they had been missing each other for the entire week. So, they decided that they would forget studying for one day and go out on a much needed day. The problem was, Kirishima had forgotten his gloves. Like the great boyfriend, he was, Bakugo st of mini-explosions onto Kirishima’s hardened hands. It was so freaking adorable, and as a thank you, Eijiro had kissed his nose. Which, of course, lead to a full-blown makeout session in the middle of an empty park- until the park wasn’t empty anymore.
The class was practically screaming at them- Bakugo almost sent a fire-ball there way. Nevertheless, he simply pulled his boyfriend's body onto his lap and they stayed close together to keep warm.
“Baby...?” A voice had drawn out the nickname three times longer than it should have been said, and it was laced with sleepiness. “Come to bed,” he whispered.
Maybe it was the trip down Memory Lane that finally got him to put down his pencil, but in nearly two seconds he was cuddled against Kirishima, while the red-head buried his face in Bakugo’s shoulder.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his hot breath tickled Bakugo’s skin.
“Thank’s babe, you’re pretty hot too,” he said with a lazy smile before he fell into the plushness that is the hoard of blankets and pillows Kirishima had accumulated.
They had been in that position for an hour or two- long enough that both of them thought the other was far into sleep.
“God,” Bakugo breathed slightly out of his noes, “I love you so fucking much.”
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.
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“I love you too,”
Bitches be cryin. It’s me I’m bitches
New OTP 😂
their reactions to seeing your selfharm scars for the first time
prompt: “you didn’t expect them to burst into your dorm room so suddenly.”
includes: eijirou kirishima, katsuki bakugo
word count: 1.1k
warnings: TW!!! self harm in the form of cutting, some light swearing, mention of depression, mental health struggles
a/n:!!! HEY EVERYONE !!! i owe you a big, fat, apology, which i, sadly, cannot offer you. yes, i disappeared off of tumblr for a good few months with no other excuse that my mental health had gone to shit and i couldn’t write anything good. so whilst i work on the asks that have (kind of) piled up, have these short headcannons.
eijirou kirishima
it was saturday evening
you had told your boyfriend that you were planning on staying in bed and watching netflix all evening
which you did!!
but not because you enjoyed it
you had been stuck in bed, only getting out to attend classes
no matter how desperately you wanted to meet up with your friends and hang out with them, your depression held you back.
so now you ended up in this endless loop of feeling worthless you weren’t doing anything, but having no energy to do anything
your last resort was harming yourself
it felt like the only thing in your life that you had any control over
even just remotely
you felt you needed the feeling of control, expecting to feel better after you did it
which was never the case
so here you were again, saturday evening, hunched over your sink, blood dripping down your arm into it
kirishima had said he was going to go on a party tonight, so the last thing you expected was hearing your dorm room open, shortly followed by the footsteps of eijirou approaching your bathroom
“y/n?”
you froze, frantically trying to rinse the blood away and pull your sweater down
you then turned to him, hoping you were fast enough, but judging by his face, it was far too late
“k-kiri.. i-”
you didn’t get to finish what you wanted to say - not that you had an excuse prepared anyway - because he pulled you into a hug
“i’m so sorry i didn’t realise this sooner.” was all he said before pulling away, hands on your shoulders
“will you please let me see?”
your eyes filled with tears, your heart filling with regret upon hearing the shakiness in his voice, nodding your head slightly
he then gently pulled your sleeves up, letting out a soft sigh but without wasting any more time reaching for the first aid kit, pulling out some stuff to wrap you up
you didn’t speak, too afraid to say the wrong thing in this moment
when he was done, he pulled you to your bed and laid down on it, pulling you down with him and hugging you
you finally loosened up that moment, all emotions taking over you and you proceeded to just cry into his chest
he just tightened his arms around you and let you cry it out
“i don’t know what drove you to do this, but i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you.”
you immediately shook your head
“don’t apologise, ei. you couldn’t have known. it’s my fault for not reaching out-”
he immediately shushed you
“what we’re not going to do is blame ourselves for something that none of us could prevent, alright? what we’re going to do is work on getting you better, okay? i can’t stand seeing my baby in pain.”
you sniffled and simply nodded
you better believe he kept his word when he said he wanted to help you get better.
katsuki bakugou
unlike kirishima, katsuki actually knew that you had been struggling with depression
he just didn’t know about the selfharm part
but nonetheless, check-ups on you when you went silent for a few days weren’t rare.
today was one of those not-so-rare days, in which all you could do was wait around until the day was over
as far as you were aware, katsuki was meeting kirishima in the city today, which was why you weren’t expecting a check-up today
so, just as you were walking out of the bathroom after harming yourself again, you were surprised to hear a knock on the door
“oi, it’s katsuki. you in there, y/n?”
fuck
you were lucky you just finished cleaning up
“y-yeah! come in, kats” you proceeded to call out, sitting down on your unmade bed
he barged in, permanent scowl on his face
“i told you to open the windows every once in a while, didn’t i?”
he scoffed, opening said window, so some fresh air finally found its way inside
he then finally looked at you, furrowing his brows
“you look more tired than usual. what happened?” he asked, voice noticeably softer than before
you instantly shook your head
“nothing happened... i just didn’t get enough sleep, that’s all.”
he sighed, dropping the subject and nodding
“okay then. i’m staying the night tonight.”
“uh, excuse me? aizawa might literally kill you-”
he shrugged and laid down on the bed, hand in one hand, the other arm sprawled out
he always claimed it was just comfy but you knew it was always a silent invitation to cuddle
and you were not about to pass up that opportunity
you laid down on his arm, obviously
considering it was kinda late already, and the fact that you had been crying prior to katsuki’s arrival, you felt your eyes grow heavy nearly immediately
he was just scrolling through his instagram feed so it was silent for the most part, only chatter from the outside of your dorm sometimes audible
yes, you didn’t take long to fall asleep
also yes, katsuki was very worried - he knew something was up but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly
he tried shrugging it off, putting his phone away and also trying to sleep
although he struggled a little, he managed to fall asleep
not for long though,
for some unexplainable reason he woke up at 4am, sighing and sitting up
he knew he would no longer be able to fall asleep again, saving himself the torture of turning 294 times in bed to no avail and grabbing his phone
before he could open any app he furrowed his brows, feeling something damp on his arm
he used the light from his phone to check
and it was blood
that had his eyes widening
he immediately looked at your sleeping form, eyes scanning over your figure until they stopped at your arm, a gasp escaping his mouth at the sight of your sleeve being covered in blood
“y/n, get up, you’re bleeding.”
he tried his best to hide how hurt he was
you peeled your eyes open, whining a little before registering what he said
“i’m what?”
“you’re bleeding.”
you immediately looked down at your arm, cursing under your breath
fuck.
he wasn’t meant to find out
especially not like this
when you didn’t make a move to get up, he sighed and pulled you out of bed himself
he dragged you to the bathroom wordlessly and pulled your stained hoodie off of you
he cleaned your wounds and patched you up
when he was finished, he pulled you into a hug
a hug
the last thing you expected
you expected everything
you expected him to yell, maybe even blow things up out of anger
but he wordlessly hugged you
“i’m sorry i wasn’t there to help you earlier.”
but he was there to help now, and he sure did.
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