"I Am Malicious Because I Am Miserable !"

💬 WRONG ACCOUNT!　 ⓘ a social media au　╱　hoshina soshiro x female reader

IN WHICH A DISASTROUS QUOTE TWEET CHANGES THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR VICE-CAPTAIN.

synopsis: you are a promising new member of the third division who, for some reason, is always given a hard time by your vice-captain. to vent your frustrations you decide to reply to a twitter fanbase’s anonymous confession, only to find out that your post was not so anonymous after all...?!

status: started 6/9 | ongoing | updates every week! next part 21/9

warnings: female reader ; language ; use of ‘kms/kys’ jokes ; suggestive jokes ; ignore the time stamps ; none of the art is mine unless stated

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00 | prologue: crush your enemies!

01 | anonymous confession time!

02 | on a scale of 1-10...

03 | tba!

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05 | tba!

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For those of you who haven’t seen these yw

— habit

based on an ask i got but accidentally deleted by @heathertheheathen123456

cw: minors dni, fwb!, smut sorta lol

you haven’t seen him in two weeks. which some people would say is fair, he’s not your boyfriend but now you’re used to bakugou katsuki. he’s part of your routine and there’s nothing worse about having a human being as a habit. especially one that’s a professional hero.

he’s a habit that you only see at night, in your bed, sometimes your sofa when you guys can’t make it to your room. sometimes he turns up to your house freshly showered and refreshed, just to have his face between your legs and leave after. sometimes he’s tired and exhausted after work, dirt smudged on his nose and to his luck you’ll get down on your knees for him.

you usually see him twice a week but now you’re about to start clawing the walls, twitching to get this man back in your house. you’ve not seen him for two weeks now, due to simple busy schedules on both sides. you’ve even got your phone out to text a guy you were seeing before bakugou but you threw your phone back on your bed in a huff. bakugou katsuki’s dick in particular is a habit.

which is why when he’s buried deep in you, hitting your sweetest spots with your knees by your temples, you’re ready to smash the phone that keeps violently ringing on your bedside table.

the man above you groans, punctuating with a thrust that has your back arching off the bed. there’s a shiny film on his forehead from the overwhelmed, overstimulated feeling he gets from you. you’re soft, you’re beautiful, you need him. bakugou just wants to enjoy you, pleasure you and perhaps have you come on his tongue right after.

but no, his fucking work phone keeps ringing and vibrating against the wood right next to framed photo of you and your friends.

“bakugou,” you whine, extending the last syllable of his name. despite your next comment, you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he thrusts again. “answer the phone before i smash it.”

bakugou gnaws down on his bottom lip, stuffing his head in your neck to flick his hips into you. he knows what a phone call from his work phone means, he also knows it’s definitely not something he should be letting go to voicemail repeatedly. people are probably under attack somewhere but imagining pulling out you now feels close to hellish.

“for fuck sake,” he says through gritted teeth.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble mindlessly, kissing behind his ear. bakugou’s chest warms as you softly blink at him. he should be the one saying that to you.

instead he grabs the vibrating device, vividly feeling his brain switching to hero mode. he just wants a day off with you.

“what?” he growls.

your eyes widen at the voice through the receiver, you’ve never heard anyone speak to bakugou like that. perhaps maybe you once when you woke up one morning and noticed the necklace of bruises he left around your neck.

“why the fuck aren’t you picking up your phone? we need you in the east side of the city, your team’s already been dispatched,”

the voice continues ranting at bakugou and to everyone’s surprise, bakugou barely says a word. he just stares down at your face, the softness, the disappointment yet understanding in your eyes. then between your bodies, where you’re both joined. he rubs his thumb over your clit once before pulling out, snapping hard as a pole against his chest. you gasp at the emptiness but bakugou tries to make up for it covering you with a blanket and shaking his head slowly.

“yeah, i’m fuckin’ comin’. i’ll set a plan when i arrive.”

he hangs up with a sigh, rubbing his hand across his face. you linger on his muscled chest, his tense shoulders and the hard thick limb standing shiny with your slick. you guess having men as sexy as this in your bed comes with its drawbacks like him needing to save the world before either of you get to come.

“fuck, i’m sorry sweetheart,” he says and you feel molten. he pulls on his underwear, not bothering to clean you off him and yanks on his jeans. he leans over your bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i can come over after if you’re not asleep or tomorrow?”

he feels as if he’s pleading, close to begging. pausing for a moment for your answer. there’s no time for waiting and he can’t seem to get that through his hero head yet. you understand the pressure though.

“probably tomorrow, no worries. it comes with having routines with proheros, right?” you smile tucking the blanket right under your chin.

he tugs on his tshirt, “okay, cool. i’ll text you.” awkwardness settles in as he walks towards your bedroom door, about to grab his boots to dart out.

“okay.” you bite down on your lip, “i’m gonna be thinking about you while i fix the problem you left.”

bakugou’s pupils darken and you notice how he grips your door frame, “don’t test me sweetheart, you know i’m still hard for you.” he grunts, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“see you.”

then your habit is out the door to save the city.

NOW PRESENTING… POPSTAR!GOJO the series.

DO YOU WANT LOVE OR YOU WANT FAME? ARE YOU IN THE GAME?

now who told you sleeping with your client of a popstar, the gojo satoru was a good idea? but there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun when the cameras aren’t rolling. after all, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

beware. this contains nsfw. intended for audiences eighteen & up! popstar! gojo/modern au, fem! reader, unprotected s*x, exhibitionism, angst, love triangle (lol) and more !! some plots may change. can be read as standalones….or not! not in order

note. hi thank u smm for 6.6k that’s insane!! this is my first (mini) series so it’ll be semi slow updates. inspired off gaga’s 'THE FAME' album. enjoy the show!

DID U HEAR? TORU’S GOIN’ ON WORLD TOUR. SEE WHERE HE’S SHOWIN’ NEAR YOU…

AUSTIN, TX. (7:00 PM) 15 SECONDS OF FAME.

fucking your client wasn’t on your bucket list. the famous popstar 'toru' says he can’t perform because of issues he’s having with his voice. but he finds another way to warm up his vocal cords—it involves being between your legs. 4.2k wc

LOS ANGELES, CA. (6:10 PM) POKERFACE.

gojo gets nominated for his fifth grammy. you being his special plus one, he takes you—yet right before he’s prompted to go on stage, he gets a…boner. 5.0k wc

PHILADELPHIA, PA. (6:30 PM) BAD ROMANCE.

being sandwiched between a popstar and geto, his bassist best friend was almost like a fever dream. what happens when they start fighting over who can make you moan the highest note? sharing is caring right? 5.8k wc

MANHATTAN, NY. (7:15 PM) ALEJANDRO.

after an argument regarding gojo’s career, you two take a break and it hurts. you aren’t together, so why should you care? maybe the fame is getting to gojo’s head after all. because you see him get a new assistant the very next day.

LAS VEGAS, NV. (6:40 PM) CLOSING….

JUST DANCE.

under rehearsal, coming soon…

© all rights reserved to SCREAMPIED 2024. do not copy or plagiarize. also lmao i dont own the song choices at all so lady gaga pls don’t sue me (i love you queen!)

baki baki ni ore‼💃🏽 nani wo🤔❓kokoro wo dayoooo😁🤍‼konagona ni kudake🕺 nani wo❓❓🎤🎤

im sad so heres toru fuckin u after an argument.

the bed creaks under your shared weight. it only merges with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin connecting together. your legs are spread around his waist, his slutty waist that your legs easily wrap around. your fairly squared nails drag up and down his back, leaving marks that you know is going to show up angrily tomorrow.

his face rests in the crook of your neck. he’s breathing heavily onto your skin while he fucks all of his bottled up emotions into your pussy. his tongue occasionally darts out of his mouth to lick at your neck and his lips follow suit, sucking on the spot he licked. there are tears brimming in both you and his eyes. you almost broke up with him. he almost broke up with you. almost, almost, almost.

he pushes and pulls away his hips rhythmically, never losing the pattern. his dick fills your pussy up just right, scratching that spot you will probably never be able to reach alone with just your fingers. he fucks you like a man, like he means it.

“right there—right there!” you gasp. your eyes are rolling back and your legs are shaking already. maybe the adrenaline from the argument has you finishing so quickly. you stop dragging your hands and instead press the tips of your fingernails into his skin.

satoru hisses out a curse word. your nails digging into his skin accompanied with your pussy clenching tightly around his dick has his own eyes rolling back. needy whimpers escape from his throat as his pace speeds up and he thrusts desperately into you. you’re whining and crying under him from overstimulation but he can’t stop. not when he’s so close. not when you tested his patience so disobediently just some minutes ago.

your pussy is creaming and getting all over his dick and the sheets. you’re making such a mess around him and he loves it. no matter how much you say you hate him, your pussy will forever say otherwise.

suddenly, you’re trying to push his head up so that you could be face to face with your lover. “kiss. wan’ kiss, toru.” your voice so desperate and soft, it’s almost hypnotic.

he’s quickly raising his head and smashing his lips on yours. the kiss is clashing as moans and curses slip out from the both of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, barely giving you any room to breathe. while he busies your mouth, his right hand searches for yours and was he finds it, he’s immediately intertwining his slender fingers with yours.

when he pulls his lips away from yours, a thin line of spit follows suit and quickly breaks away. satoru bites down on his lip as he focuses back on thrusting into your wetness. him looking at you low-lidded and a flush on his face has your pussy throbbing.

“i love you, baby.” he breathes out before catching your lips once again. instead of tongue kissing, he gives you a series of kisses that has your lips sizzling. your stomach clenches, and the feeling of butterflies floating around has you breathing heavy.

“i love you more.” you’re giving him that needy look that his his balls clenching and his back arching slightly as he realizes he’s about to cum.

“so fuckin’ p-perfect. ‘mma get my shit together.” he promises. it comes out rushed as he brings his face back to your neck to leave more marks. he begins promising and babbling sweet nothings as his orgasm crashes over him. “baby.” he repeats with a loud moan as his balls drain inside your pussy.

argument be dammed, there’s no way you would ever let him go and vice versa. you’re his just as much as he’s yours.

Suna Rintarou has ignored you for seven hours, twenty-three minutes, and forty-five seconds. Not that you’re counting. He hadn’t looked at you when you waved good morning. Didn’t reply when you texted him during lunch. And now, during practice, he’s pretending you don’t exist—unless it’s to rotate away the second you step near him. Which is why you’ve had it.

You march across the gym floor with fire in your veins, stopping right in front of him during a water break. The rest of the team goes quiet, curious eyes flicking between you and the tall, unbothered middle blocker who’s carefully unwrapping sports tape like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Rin, what the hell is your problem?”

Suna doesn’t even look at you. “I don’t have a problem.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

He scoffs. “Why don’t you just go hang out with your boyfriend?”

You blink. “I’m sorry— my what now?”

Now he looks at you. Flat expression. Bored tone. “The guy you hugged this morning.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh—one short, incredulous breath. “You mean my little cousin?” 

Suna freezes. A beat. Another beat. A visible oh, shit creeps across his face as the team collectively chokes behind you.

“Oh,” he mutters. “Well. He was… tall.”

You slap his arm. “He’s, like, an inch taller than me. And he was just thanking me for lunch money.”

“Well, it didn’t look innocent,” he grumbles, ears now bright pink.

“Are you serious right now?! You’ve been sulking all day over my cousin?”

He shrugs and drops his gaze. “Didn’t know he was your cousin.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what if he wasn’t?”

Silence. The team holds its breath.

Suna exhales, then mutters, “Then I wouldn’t like it.”

Your heart stutters.

His eyes meet yours again—and this time, he really looks at you. His voice is no longer bored. It’s quiet. Honest. “Seeing you with someone else, I mean.”

You tilt your head, a smile curling on your lips—sharp and smug. "Then do something about it.”

Behind you, Atsumu lets out a low, delighted cackle. “Ohhh, shiiit—she got you.”

You don’t wait for a response. Just turn on your heel, walking out of the gym with your head held high. But not before glancing back once—

And catching Suna frozen in place, face red, as the entire team starts swarming him with grins, whistles, and way too much noise. You smile to yourself.

Let him squirm.

[purring] satorrrruuuuu~💕

Hiding bakugo's hearing aid batteries whenever you're pissed off at him. "Oh, you don't wanna listen to me? thats fine listen to nothing then"