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superhero eren x villain reader

a/n - light nonsexual violence, slightly rough sex, impact play, slight d/s overtones, dom!eren sub reader, unprotected sex, family member being held hostage.

summary - you’re in trouble, and erens the only man who can help you. Maybe you shouldn’t have, y'know, tried to kill him so many times in the past.

thanks to @thatgirlrei for the request!

wc 2k

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Eren pushes a few tendrils of dark hair out of his face, they always manage to escape his bun during a fight, some light bruising on his jaw, but barely worse for the wear as he answers your questions.

“A-and,” you swallow, he’s handsome, much handsomer than you expected, and dirty from the fight. “And no civilians were left in the building?” He shoots you a move star smile.

“All civilians were evacuated,” He grunts a little, stretching, “All in a days work.” You give him a professional smile.

“The people of the city are in your debt,” you turn back to the camera, “I’m f/n, reporting for E-Network news.” The camera lowers and you give Eren a perfunctory nod and offer your hand.

“Thank you for the interview.” You say, and he offers you a hand. You take it and feel the warmth on your cheeks as he completely swallows your hand with his own.

“You’re welcome.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm. “I have uh, more daring exploits I could talk to you about.” He pauses. “Over drinks, if you’d be interested.” You laugh nervously.

“I um, I think that would be fine.”

pairing: monoma x f!reader, bakugou pines. 

wc: 3.2K 

summary: bakugou takes your indifference as a challenge, but when he walks in on you and your boyfriend, he can’t tear himself away. 

a/n: U.A. as a college. Healer!reader. mean dom monoma, established relationship, this is the p//rn without plot version of this story, there is also a version with LOTS of plot and some angst and like complex characters. this is just the seggsy no consequences time, degradation, praise, cucking, exhibitionism. choking mention, jealousy. 

Kirishima, Denki, Sero and Bakugou are lounging on a picnic blanket in the sun, alternatively napping and studying. Soft laughter echoes through the early summer air, and Denki groans loudly. 

“The fuck does she see in him?” Across the U.A. quad  you’re sitting on a picnic blanket, your boyfriend leans over and kisses you softly. “I mean, what are the odds, there are four healers studying at U.A., only one of them is hot, and she dates, Monoma?” 

“I know she doesn’t have great eyesight.” Kirishima says kindly, and Bakugou looks up from his textbook, just in time to watch a gentle breeze run it’s fingers through your hair. 

“She wears contacts.” Bakugou grunts. “She can see him fine.” 

“Maybe her Japanese is bad.” Sero says, not even attempting to hide the way he’s staring at you as Monoma digs in the picnic basket he brought and hands you a sandwich. 

“Her Japanese is fine.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve considered all the fucking variables here, and it doesn’t make any sense.” He sits up a little. “She just,” your laughter carries over on the breeze, “Likes him.” 

“And he asked her out before any of us got the courage to.” Kirishima says, leaning back on his palms, closing his eyes in the sunlight. 

“She said yes though.” Denki says, and then buries his face in his palms. “I wanna touch her boobs so badly I’m gonna die.” 

“Fuckin’ annoying.” Bakugou growls. 

“S’not like you to get worked up about a girl, Bakugou.” Sero asks and the blonde shrugs. 

“She’s hot, and she’s a good healer which means she wouldn’t be dead goddamn weight all the time.” Kirishima grins, reaching over and ruffling his friends hair. 

“Aw, you want the sweet little healer to take care of you, Bakugou that’s so wholesome-” 

“Listen,” Bakugou snaps, “When I fuck  her-” 

“When?” Denki’s mouth drops open, “Bro you’re my fucking idol.” 

“When I fuck her,” Bakugou grins, spurred on by his friends awe, “I’ll make her forget all about Monoma’s fuckin’ needle dick, I’m gonna make  her forget her own goddamn name.” Kirishima shakes his head. 

“They seem happy, though.” 

“Couldn’t care less.” Bakugou goes back to his textbook. “I’ve made up my mind. I wanna see her choke on it.” 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima whirls on his friend but Sero and Denki snicker. “Come on, guys, we shouldn’t-” 

“Do you think I can’t do it?” Bakugou looks up again, chin in his palm, sprawled out across the blanket. 

“N-no.” Kirishima flashes his palms. “You uh, listen, do what you want. Keep me out of it.”