#i just had to get this part off my chest yall just reblog the regular post XD

[n7punk]

now the "clean" version of this post is up, some editorial notes and the impressions I’ve formed after gathering all this info because I have Too many thoughts:

people mentioned the line "girls don't buy toys" as reasoning for why they didn't make a lot of toys/merch for this show. reading that line gave me vivid flashbacks to my young justice days, and it's so wildly inaccurate it's baffling that mattel bought into it (or couldn't convince dreamworks to buy out, probably) but I DIGRESS.

i feel like you can really see that mentality in the merch that they made. notice how over half of it is fucking clothes and accessories? yeah, girls don't buy action figures, they buy shirts with chibi art of their favorite character, obviously! it's the "geek girls don't exist" mindset in a different coat of paint. oh the girls are here, but this is what they’re actually interested in, clearly. how much the action dolls & figures sell for tells you that there's a market for this shit! we would have bought it if they made it! i think the show's demographics and stereotypes around them really fucked us here.

you'll also notice most of the wearable merch is clearly made for adults, but the costumes and toys were made for kids. the latter isn't surprising, but it shows dreamworks was aware of the older skew in their demographics and were trying to make something for them, just poorly. who knows if they predicted that skew because networks always seem shocked when their animated shows gain an adult fanbase, but it's a no brainer adults who grew up on the show are going to check out the reboot, and hey, that happened, so they made… clothes for them, i guess, and called it a day.

still mad that statuette was never released to the public. fucking criminal, mattel.

after cataloging all of this, the stuff that they didn’t make starts standing out, and it's still Bizarre to me that they never made phone cases. like pop sockets are easier i guess because they're universal to all phone models, but i don't know about you, i fucking hate how bulky those things are. yes, some people use them, but... you're already using a print-on-demand service, why not phone cases? make those stereotypes actually useful for once! girls like to accessorize, or something! i just don’t get why they made the things they did.

also, the lack of seasons four-five merch. lets talk about it. we all know by now that netflix considers season three onwards diminishing returns and often cancels shows then. i think that manifested in the merch for this show. at first, the costumes and stuff were to get people excited about and invested in the show, and they acted as promotion, too. after the show ends, it’s basically dead to netflix and they don't need to promote shit anymore, so of course we never got anything with season five she-ra/catra* on it, because netflix didn't think they had anything to sell at that point, as if it's impossible for a show to draw in new viewers after it's done airing. sure, it will draw fewer, but new people will still discover it! but no, once the show was in the final stretch they had no interest in promoting it anymore.

*there is some merch with the season four/five designs and it comes exclusively in the form of a few han cholo pins (and a ring, ig). i’ve never found any other (released) merch featuring any of the costume changes. the next closest thing is two season four posters they handed out at a con in 2019 and that’s literally it. They just didn’t give a shit at that point. well I’m gonna hand-sew a season five she-ra outfit. bitch.

She-ra (2018) Official Merch

I've made a loooong post about She-ra merch and its weirdness, but I wanted to summarize it in the most comprehensive list of official merch for the 2018 Netflix reboot that I could assemble. I'm sure I've missed some stuff, though, so I'll update this if I find anything. Thanks to everyone who contributed.

I did deep dives (with pictures and details) on con exclusive and promotion exclusive merch. Basic info on those is included below the read more of this post.

Everything with [L] at the end of its bulletpoint - or an * inside one - has a photo in the long post. I provided links to official photos/listings when possible, but most of them are defunct.

Pins/Accessories/Clothing (active):

A bunch of jewelry (necklaces, rings, earrings) and enamel pins from Han Cholo (+ one iron-on patch). I've seen resellers claim the chibi pins were exclusive to a convention, but they're up on the website. The long post* has pictures of these if they ever go down, and the actual convention-exclusive ones can be found in the con post.

Amazon print-on-demand clothing (+ tote bags and pop sockets) with a lot of different designs that are hidden on the site but still purchasable, see this post for details, and here's the direct link. Once you find a design you like, you can search its name in the regular search bar (for instance, there's a shirt design called "Power Stripes Catra," for that one you have to search just "Stripes Catra") to see all the kinds of items it comes on, usually a variety of tops/outerwear, maybe a tote, and sometimes pop sockets.

Bioworld also had licensed merch, but some designs are hidden on their store page, so the link shows everything available but includes both the reboot and the 80s original. As of writing, they have one lunchbox, two adult t-shirts, one adult crop top, and two youth shirts for the reboot.

Media (active):

A DVD of just the first three seasons (with a second box sleeve version that includes stickers). This is still for sale at multiple retailers, but there's no way we're ever getting a full boxset.

There were a couple of books: the Rebel Princess Guide, the Legend of the Fire Princess graphic novel, and then some small "novels." These are still available at multiple retailers, but they weren't made by the crew and at least some of these contradict basic facts from season one, so they're less canon than many fanfics despite being licensed.

Everything from this point on is out of production and only available via resale.

Toys/Figures (defunct):

Eight fashion dolls. The line had Adora, Glimmer, Bow, Catra, and She-ra (regular), Battle Armor She-ra (2-pack with a model of Swift Wind), and a deluxe She-ra & Shadow Weaver 2-pack (SDCC 2019 exclusive). These dolls were supposed to be Target exclusive, but the rollout was botched and now they're collectors' items. There were also four cancelled dolls that were supposed to be part of the line.

Two Super7 action figures in a Catra & Adora 2-pack with limited articulation. They're rare collector's items too, though this time I think it's just because they were a limited run. They were also sent to reviewers. [L]

A plastic toy Sword of Protection and shield sized for children. The sword lit up and said "For the honor of Grayskull!" when you lifted it. The gem was semi-transparent and had a picture of She-ra under it. This was a Target and Amazon exclusive (Mattel & Target are always holding hands 🤝). [L]

Clothes/Dress-up/Accessories (defunct):

Four licensed She-ra costumes (season one version) of varying quality: a Target-exclusive one in limited sizes, one from Disguise in a wider range of sizes, one from Party City (as well as a wig and Sword of Protection prop) for children, and one from Rubie's Costume Company (with a season one Catra costume to match, as well as separate accessory packs and wigs for both characters). [L]

Her Universe used their Netflix license to make three shirts [x], two jackets, an earring set, and a wallet. Photos in the long post* if these links go down (they are discontinued, after all).

Hot Topic made a few shirts (like, two). [L]

Comcanroll made a Sword of Protection keychain, also defunct. [L]

Beneath the cut are promotional items that were not for sale (at all, or at least by themselves) but you can still probably hunt down online. Also... still available apps.

I can't believe this is real but there are two apps. She-Ra Stickers is available on iOS and Android and is exactly what you expect: "stickers" (pngs) to send in texting conversations. She-ra Gems of Etheria (also still available on iOS and Android) is a match 3+ game, It doesn't have micro transactions or ads (since, you know, the whole thing is an ad) so it's actually better than most things on the app store.

@tippenfunkaport also made a post about "digital merch" (backgrounds, printed papercrafts, etc) that Dreamworks posted online.

I made a separate post for promo-exclusive merch. Things marked with an [L] still have photos in the long post, but photos are better gathered for all of these things in the promo-exclusive post.

Misc:

Lootcrate/Lootwear made a pair of socks, a notebook, and a tumbler all featuring the season one She-ra silhouette. Not exactly promo material, but these were only available as part of their subscription service and not for individual sale. [L]

A Sonic kids meal tie-in that featured: magnets of the characters, funko-esque She-ra and Hordak figures, Swift Wind & Imp "straw buddies," and a small inflatable toy Sword of Protection. [L]

An extremely rare statuette of She-ra sent out to family bloggers to promote season four. Very limited due to the tiny production and being fragile. [L]

An equally (maybe more) rare metal lunchbox was sent out exclusively to influencers to promote season one.

Con exclusives (defunct):

I made a separate post for con-exclusive promo items. Some of these still have photos in the long post, but photos and details about which cons they were available at and such are gathered in the con-exclusive post.

Button pin sets (3 sets, 4 buttons each) were at comic cons. These were possibly also available on Amazon for a time but I can't find confirmation on that beyond a backing card logo that could just mean the backing card itself was produced by Amazon. They aren't for sale now either way.

A foam She-ra crown and flat Sword of Protection, handed out at multiple cons.

She-ra socks designed after her uniform (including a cape on the back) seem to have been given out at cons. Photos are only in the long post* because they aren't good and I ran out of room.

There's a number of official poster designs that were handed out (mostly as mini posters) at cons, but most listings online are reprints.

Collector's cards were handed out at cons, probably SDCC.

Temporary tattoos, stickers, bookmarks, and coloring sheets were handed out at Power-Con (years unknown) and possibly other locations, likely those that sold the Scholastic books. [L]

A plastic shopping bag, made to be a disposable advertisement, exclusive to Anime Expo 2019. This one also don't have a photo in the con exclusive post because it's just one of the poster designs already in there, but there is a (wrinkly) photo in the long post*.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3 ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.  

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

 your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) . 

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

 draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything . 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out . 

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots . 

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well . 

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious . 

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower . 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . ) 

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest . 

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker . 

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue. 

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .  

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see . 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue . 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet . 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there . 

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like . 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms. 

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then . 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard .  not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot . 

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure . 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower . 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

[burnedbyshoto]

And They Were Roommates - Part Three

modern!AU - Part Three

Part One⋆⋆ Part Two

todoroki shouto x female roommate!reader

warnings: angsty, fluffy, sweet smut, mentions of alcohol

word count: 7,075

A/N: so this is the end of this series that i did for reaching 100 followers, and now i’m at 200+ and my heart is just so happy that you guys are here with me!!! thank you so much for every like and reblog, you have no idea how much i cry whenever something reaches 20 notes LOL. so anyways, please enjoy its a lot... sorry... i got carried away, but the two third of the story is entire plot related then yall animals will find what you’re looking for at the end!!!! love you all :D

You were not all right.

After falling asleep crying in your room, you had woken up the next morning feeling completely overcome with sentiments you had only considered to be nothing but drunken lust hammering away at your heart. But you were wrong they were true feelings. You couldn’t stay at home, not when you could still hear the moans and screams of Hotaru-san echoing in your mind. Not when he ignored you for a week and was ready to jump back in after sleeping with another.

You could not take it, you wanted to kick Todoroki out of your apartment, but all you had been were drunken fuck-buddies. That wouldn’t be right of you, so instead, you seized the only duffel bag you owned from when you were extremely active at the gym and filled it up with clothes. Making sure to grab enough clothes so that you wouldn’t have to borrow any for at least a week, you pulled on a hoodie, uncaring that you were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and entered the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Making sure to finish up quickly, you found yourself scurrying back to your room, grabbing the duffel bag and quickly walking out. Your heart pounding as you heard the squeaky door of Todoroki’s room opening. You blundered when putting on your work shoes but still managed to open the apartment door and left making sure to lock it as you left.

Pulling out your phone you sighed, you guessed it was time to text your best friends who were willing to take you in until you could handle seeing your apartment again. You almost cried when you got an almost immediate reply from none other than Yaoyorozu Momo saying that you could take the spare room in her house. So you took off, heading straight to the train station.

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“Sweetie, do you need some tea? How about some coffee?” Momo asked as you tossed your duffel bag on the bed.

“I’m fine, Yaomomo, and honestly I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash here.” You rubbed your eyes as a stifled yawn left your mouth, “I have work in a few hours, so I think I’ll wait for the caffeine until I can’t focus anymore.”

You stretched your hands above your head as Momo played with the edge of her business skirt, her eyes observed you, and you just knew that she was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. You attempted to smile at her, trying to release the tension in the room, but your cheeks quavered entirely too much when you held it longer than a second. 

“What time are you off of work, the other girls hope to come over, and perhaps we can have a fun night in so you can feel better!” Momo exclaimed her hands clutched tightly in front of her chest, and you swore you could see stars shining in her eyes. “It has been so long since all seven of us have been together, since you’ve been working so long, and of course, spending those nights with that mystery roommate of yours.”

That hit a nerve, and your face completely fell, and a proud yet sad smile came to Momo’s face, “So the sleeping with the roommate finally spoiled, you’ll have to tell me about that later, okay?”

You laugh slightly as peered at the official I.D. badge on Momo’s work shirt, “I promise, now can you go to work? You’re going to be late!”

Momo sighed, contemplating if she should truly leave or not, but you looked like you wanted to be alone right now. Especially if you were going to be working in a bit as well.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight!” Momo retreated leaving you in your misery to wallow.

Seeing that you had an hour and a half to get to work, you grabbed the spare towel Momo had given to you and went to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, god how were your friends all so rich? Why did they even associate with you for that matter?!

You found yourself soon relaxing under the hot jet of water, letting the steam fill the room as you watched water drops fall from your eyelashes. You ran your fingers through your scalp at a slow pace, rubbing circles and paused as you felt hot tears run down your face. Stepping under the jet of the water completely, you washed the shampoo out of your hair as you watched the sud filled water mixed with your tears go down the drain. Sniffing you tried to finish the rest of the shower as slowly as you could, relaxing slightly at the smell of the strawberry shampoo and conditioner that Momo had in this shower.

Gradually you felt better, shutting off the water and wrapping the towel around you. Grabbing another towel, you wrapped your hair up grunting as a strand fell into your face. You quickly dried up, and pulled out your makeup pouch, filling out your eyebrows carefully, satisfied you then went to applying a nude shade of eyeshadow, adding a quick wing, mascara, and of course the red lip as you finished choosing not to do foundation because your skin was perfect today. You stepped back pouting at yourself slightly trying your best to not remember the pouty red lips of Hotaru-san, the red of Todoroki’s hair as your breath hitched again.

Shaking your head, you walked out of the bathroom and grabbed your work outfit putting it on after hanging the towel, and you froze while you buttoned up the shirt as your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, assuming it was the chat with your girlfriends given they had blown it up after you had asked for help.

todoroki: you forgot your name tag, do you need me to bring it to you?

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You cursed out loud rubbing your temple, you could always just steal one of your coworker's nametag, for the time being, no one needed to know your name anyways.

you: no.

Your hands trembled as you pressed send and put the phone down, finishing dressing as you heard another buzz, but you willed yourself to not pick up the phone. Instead, you walked over to the mirror, and let the towel on your head unwrap as your h/c hair fell. You manipulated your hair to best suit it not falling into your face and deciding everything was okay, grabbed your purse and phone and walked out.

It didn't take long for you to cave and look at the text, however.

todoroki: okay, see you tonight. I bought your favorite.

You felt yourself needing to throw up as you remembered it was Sunday. But you slipped your phone back into your pocket, deciding to leave him on read and went off to work, unsure of the trials it would bring today.

When you got back to Momo’s house, it was thirty minutes later than it should have taken as you had instinctively returned to your apartment, only to halt and turn back as you exited your regular station.

“I’m home!” You called out as you slipped on the slippers that had your name embroidered into the heel, smiling as you saw seven pairs of very different shoes waiting at the entrance of the house.

You heard the scurrying of footsteps and your grin only increased as seven women embraced you in the middle of a hug, “Y/l/n, how I missed you!” Hagakure squealed as she was the one who managed to reach you first.

“Yeah girl, we have so much to catch up on!” Jirou’s voice laughed in agreement from somewhere outside of the circle.

“Let’s not smother the poor lady,” Mina exclaimed pushing her way towards the front of the circle, managing to get her arms securely fastened around you, “Right after I’m done with my hug of course!”

“Mina, I don’t think y/l/n wants a hug from just you!” Uraraka teases as Mina huffs releasing you. 

“Are you okay, why were you looking for a place to sleep?” Tsu asks as she approaches you, a concerned look in her eyes as her hands grab your own.

“I-It’s a long story.” You whisper as you take a hand from Tsu’s hand to wipe away the tears that form, and suddenly you’re back in the middle of a hug being walked slowly away.

The seven of you eventually ended up in a circle in Momo’s entertainment room which was filled with pillows, blankets, alcohol, and pizza. Some random rom-com movie was playing in the background as the seven of you chattered away.

You had originally met them all during a Mixed Martial Arts for Females Only Class at the gym you attended last year. They were all friends previously, and you just seemed to click perfectly in their little group. The girls were also co-workers, all working in the same–or at the very least related–company. You were applying to the company that Uraraka and Tsu were at, but given that you had no ties to the hiring committee, you weren’t able to secure an interview until yesterday. You knew that they also had a tight group of male friends who worked there as well. Momo had told you that they worked with a bunch of guys they had known since high school.

You were also aware that four of them had married within the group, but you weren’t friends yet when all of this happened.

You were sipping your wine when your phone buzzed with a text notification, it was past eleven now.

“Is that, what’s his last name again, Todoroki?!” Momo exclaimed, her cheeks flushed even with the tiniest sip of wine.

You glanced at the notification and nodded your head, you had managed to finish the entire story to them, only saying what his last name is given it was extremely common. You had even admitted to them that you had gained feelings for Todoroki, and were positive they were real or else this emotional turmoil would not be happening the way it was happening.

“We got you, girl,” Mina exclaimed grabbing the phone as Hagakure, Momo, and Uraraka surrounded her to read the message, “Ahem, from Todoroki: are you almost home, I’m getting worried. It’s late.”

You snort softly rolling your eyes as you swallow the rest of the wine in your glass and lay on the nearby pillow as the girls whisper about whether they should respond. They eventually decided to leave him on read, won by your final vote. You just did not wish to give him the comfort of you being safe.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, this Todoroki hot-as-fuck roommate had sex with you more often than horny rabbits within months, and just dropped you for some other gorgeous bimbo?!” Hagakure cried out, her hands running through her hair in complete dismay of that thought. “Was he using you? You didn’t give him a special price for the room if he slept with you?!”

You shook your head laughing slightly, oh if only that was the case. “No, Hotaru-san was sweet, plus I am not sex crazy enough to give a rando from Craiglist a discount on my apartment just because he’s attractive.” You shake your head as you reach out for a slice of pizza.

“Hotaru….san?” Jirou blinks rapidly, her eyes wide as saucers. You huffed, annoyed that you had accidentally let the women name out having not intended to let that information out. “Guys is y/l/n talking about our Todoroki and Hotaru?!”

You sit back up, pizza slice in your mouth, your eyes narrowed at Momo and Uraraka who seemed the most freaked out at this revelation. 

“No, it couldn’t be, right?” Momo whispered.

You’re confused as suddenly everyone is scrambling with their phones scrolling most likely through photos or texts. 

“Hotaru-san was gushing today about finally getting Todoroki-kun to be interested in her,” Hagakure noted, her face in a grimace.

“Y/l/n…” Tsu croaks slightly, “Is your roommate name Todoroki Shouto?”

You froze, staring at the six sets of eyes in front of you, each calculating, each somehow hopeful you would say no, but hoping you would say yes.

“…y-yes?”

“OHMYGOD–”

“Do you understand how big of idiots–”

“How many other y/l/n’s do we even know–?!”

“They were saying the exact stories–”

“We are stupid, we never connected–”

“Oh stupid, stupid Todo–”

You blinked feeling overwhelmed as all six girls were talking over one another, the conversation seems to exclude you from the discussion.

“Wait, wait,” Momo tried to succeed in calming everyone down, “Is this him? Can you point him out?”

You looked at the image Momo thrust in your hand. Your eyes swept the image that contained around twenty people, realizing quickly that this was probably the famous Class 1-A as all six girls were in the middle, their smiles wide, looking notably younger.

You found yourself stopping on Todoroki, his expression emotionless as he seemed to be dodging the hands of an enthusiastic classmate beside him. He looked the same, just taller, more mature. You zoomed in on Todoroki and returned the phone, “That’s him.”

“Wow, who knew he had it in him to sleep with two hot girls at the same time…” Jirou stated breaking the silence that hit this party as everyone desperately tried to understand what was going on.

“It wasn’t a threesome…” You mutter, misunderstanding what Jirou meant due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.

“We’ll paper wrap his office for you,” Mina declared, her fist clenched and her eyes on fire, “Hoes before bros!”

“HOES BEFORE BROS!” Everyone shouted in agreement, and you smiled earnestly and tears began falling down your face in happiness over your friends' support. You choked back a sob as you nodded.

“T-Thank you!”

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One Week Later

You hummed slightly as you buttoned up a freshly washed work shirt. Yesterday you had received a call from your dream job’s company with good news, and it made you ecstatic! You weren’t starting until next week, but you had submitted your last day at your job and was ready to say goodbye to it forever. 

“Ne, y/l/n,” Momo called, poking her head in through the door, and you looked at her, “I’m having a dinner date here tonight, uh, do you mind if you don’t come home? At least not until later?” Momo’s face turned red at her confession and you smirked slightly.

“That’s no problem.” You laugh as you fluff your damp hair out, puckering up in the mirror before turning to walk to the door, your purse sling on your shoulder, “I’ll get out of your hair tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” Momo cried as she embraced you, and you laughed hugging her back.

“It’s the least I can do, besides, I need to go home anyway. All my business attire is there and not here.” You stated as the two of you broke away, as you began walking towards the entrance of her house to guarantee you would get to work on time. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Momo asks her eyebrows scrunched together, she was trying to keep the worry out of her tone, but it was spelled all over her face.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m hoping he won’t be home, or maybe he’ll have Hotaru-san over and will be… occupied.” You chose your words carefully as you slipped on your work shoes, but you shook your head, “Nevertheless, I’ll gladly go back to give you the house! It is your place, please don’t feel bad!”

Momo nodded in agreement, although she didn’t look too convinced, “I’m sure one of the other girls would take you in, and I could always buy you more work clothes!”

You knew that all those girls were able to take you in, minus the two that had a date tonight, and you did not feel like stepping into a house where two of them were happily married, or the other with a newly engaged fiancee, but you did not say that to Momo.

“Okay, but I have to go now!” You rushed, as you hugged her goodbye, starting out the door at a breakneck pace.

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye!”

On the train to work, you looked at the text messages from Todoroki for what felt like the millionth time. You hadn’t responded to him yet, not to the worried text, not to the apologies from him, for he didn’t know what was wrong, just that you left. You wanted it that way too.

todoroki: I’m sorry for whatever it is that happened, just come back home?

That was from two nights ago and also the last text he had sent, but you could care less as you grumbled to yourself continuing to go about your day in denial about how much you wished this past week was nothing but a dream.

You went about your day just fine, nothing was out of the ordinary. As the end of your shift drawled to a close, you found your anxiety heightening. You wanted to go home, you wanted to sleep in your bed, wake up to the sun shining in your face, but you couldn’t take the sight of Todoroki either. Not yet.

You slowly clocked out and began your journey home, and to be quite honest, you could barely remember going anywhere, just knowing your feet had taken you to your apartment door. Putting in your key, you unlocked the door and stepped in.

It was quiet, and there was no shoe belonging to Todoroki at the entrance, so you let out a sigh of relief putting on your slippers and picked up your shoes, not wanting to leave them at the front.

You walked to your room and opened the door, closing it behind you. There was a musty air to your room most likely having not been touched since you had left one week ago, and you opened your window, spraying a bit of air freshener to alleviate the thick feeling air. Checking the time, it was only eight, and so you were going to be here until midnight before making your way back over to Momo’s house hoping she would be done with her date by then.

Wasting no time, you began grabbing your business skirts, business shirts, blazers, and even pantsuits. You pulled out your heels and any accessory you thought you could use, unsure when you would be back. You folded everything and placed it onto your dresser just so that it was off your bed.

As much as you hated being home, you were grateful for having washed your sheets the day before you had left and you had not slept under the covers the last night you were here, the sheets were still relatively clean. Maybe you’d take a nap in a few minutes.

You walked out and into the living room, going to search for an old shopping bag to put your things in. Going to the supply closet in the entryway, you stood on your tip-toes to reach the bags on top but froze as you heard the front door open.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse as you jump to grab the shopping bags. You smile victoriously as you grab one, ripping it out, and shrieked only to have them all fall on top of you.

You watched in mortification as the supply closet door opened and Todoroki stared at you, his mismatched eyes boring into your eyes as you stood there clutching a whole bunch of bags. You stilled as Todoroki walks over and grabs the extra bags and lets you keep one, you shift away from him as he puts them up and you just want to run away.

“Thanks.” You mutter, turning on your heel and walking away as quickly as you could without running.

“Wait, y/l/n, can we talk?” Todoroki asks, easily keeping up with you despite your best efforts. “Look, I know you were crying the last night you were here, and I know that you were at Yaoyorozu-san’s house. Will you talk to me?”

You scoff making sure to look at him before rolling your eyes, “So what? You can apologize about whatever it is you think is wrong?” You asked hi.

“I would like to, yeah.”

“Okay,” You hiss stopping in your tracks as you turn to face him, your face contorted with anger and sadness, “Let’s start from the beginning then? Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, y/l/n, I don’t know what I did wrong….” Todoroki admits, but that’s not good enough for you. Why did he have to have the awareness of a rock?

“What do you think you did wrong?” You asked anger flushing to your cheeks as you felt ready to combust. Oh emotions, how terrible they were.

Todoroki stayed silent and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, but this is golden!” You laugh as a brief moment of insanity washes over you, “This is the first thing you should be apologizing for! A-Am I honestly that hard to talk to unless I’m drunk?” You wanted that to sound angry, but as the words left your mouth sadness and hurt washes over you.

“No, not at all.” Todoroki disagrees, but you shake your head, a sniffle leaving you.

“We have never made a single sober conversation,” You point out, your eyes searching Todoroki’s own, “Everything between us happened when we weren’t in control, do you even remember what we’ve talked about when drunk? I remember every conversation, and I can tell you that everything you’ve told me and they were things that made me feel like we could have been friends and more, but you never gave me that opportunity.”

Todoroki has gone silent again.

But you weren’t quite done. “I fucking have feelings for you, for crying out loud! I have these damn feelings for you and I don’t know what to do with them because we were fuck-buddies, and fuck-buddies only! Do you even realize how fucked up that is?! I’m in love with some guy I can’t seem to get to talk to me unless we’re borderline blackout drunk. We slept together for months, Todoroki, months! That’s not healthy for roommates!” You’re panting slightly as your thoughts race.

“Don’t get me started on the entire me saying I love you, I was drunk and perfectly content with the relationship we had, and it wasn’t something that meant anything at the time, but you had to go and fucking ignore me for the entire week. Like what absolute bullshit Todoroki, you could have at the very least told me that it was over. But you didn’t! You screwed me over! And fuck, you brought another girl home when I wasn’t home, and you slept with her. Don’t deny it, I heard the two of you… then you asked the same night if I wanted a drink… am I honestly only someone to be desired as long as you’re drunk?” Your voice is a whisper, it’s small and weak, trembling with your loss of vigor and hatred of this situation as you continue to look at Todoroki who could do nothing but stare at you.

You roll your eyes as minutes go by of the two of you just standing there staring, “I’m going to finish packing, I don’t know when I’ll be back after today, but don’t worry I won’t kick you out of the apartment. You can even invite Hotaru-san to move in if you desire.”

You turned on your heel, ready to march to your room but a hand grasps yours. Todoroki’s hand it warm and large on your wrist and you turn your attention to him, tears in your eyes as you want to just retreat into your room.

“I have a hard time opening up to people, and from the very first meeting, I wanted nothing more than to get to know you because you just had this alluring energy to you. But we had such conflicting schedules that I never saw you. Then it was four months since I had moved in and only things I knew about you were the obvious ones I could see around the apartment.” Todoroki whispers having not found his conviction yet, and your heart clenches in the tiniest bit of joy, something that you criticize yourself for in your mind. “I knew that you only drink citrus green teas, that you enjoy the scent of lavender much more than the average person, and that you have over a million products but only use three.”

So, I tried to get to know you through being drunk because I’m much more loose-lipped and I open up easier when I drink. I did want to help you change that really bad day to a good one that first time, and I knew that getting to know you would make me feel better so I assumed the same would be true for you, but I denied my attraction to you and before I knew it I was sleeping with you, and I wanted to stop, but you were just… intoxicating.” Shouto continues, his head is dropped to his chest, his hair was slicked back and so you can easily see the chaos on his face. “And I didn’t know how to fix it, because I knew you remembered, so I figured if we got drunk one more time and I opened up, and we didn’t sleep together things would patch up and we could move on. But my denial was greater than I thought… and at some point, I didn’t know how to speak to you unless I was drunk.” 

You stared at Todoroki who was now staring at you again, his eyes just screaming his confusion at you. “When you said I love you, it scared me shitless when I woke up that morning because I didn’t grow up in an emotionally healthy family. And I panicked, for that I’m sorry. But your confession made me face my feelings for the first time, and I convinced myself it was only drunken hormones, so I tried to see if that was true by making the stupidest mistake I could… Hotaru-san is a nice girl, who had an interest in me, and I used her… but after that night I realized I was just being in denial, but it seems like you heard us and I’m sorry for all of this. I truly am, and I know that my timing is horrible, but if you’ll take my confession let me know… About the sex and my actions, despite both the good and bad… should I apologize or should I confess to you, because there is nothing more I can do.”

Your mouth opens and closes multiple times as you try to find something to say as Todoroki stands there. You want nothing more than to have liquid courage right now as tears form in your eyes, “Will you give me a moment?” You ask, and Todoroki looks at you, panic evident in his eyes, but he nods nonetheless.

“Of course,” He says with a tight smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen as you turn and move to put the bag in your room.

You stand in your room thinking about everything. The six long months of knowing Todoroki Shouto, his confession, his apology, and for the first time listening to your emotions as you slowly put your clothes into the shopping bag. What did you want?

Him.

You longed for him.

You wanted Todoroki.

You walked back to the living room where you knew where Todoroki was waiting for you, and you stared at him, your chin quivering as you watched him look up to meet your gaze.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours, “I want you to confess.” You breathe and Todoroki seems shocked.

“I’m falling in love with you, y/l/n y/n,” Todoroki confesses softly and you laugh slightly, tears falling from your eyes, but you walk towards him and he meets you halfway and for the first time sober, your lips are connected. Your hands move up to cup his cheeks as he pulls you in close, his hands firmly placed onto your lower back.

It’s a slow kiss, and as you’re on the balls of your feet so that the kiss could continue effortlessly. Your head tilts to the right allowing a better angle to be kissed at. The two of you pull away slowly, both of your eyes slowly opening to look at each other in a whole new light, and a blush heats your face as your hands fall to cover your face.

“You’re beautiful…” Shouto murmurs as he pulls your hands away from your face, and he bends down and presses a kiss to your neck, and you gasp lightly at the feel of his warm lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips left soft tiny kisses trailing back up to your lips, and you were ready.

Your lips met again, and this time you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck, and you pull him in closer and his hands are slowly moving up and down your back, making you shiver as his fingers brush against an exposed piece of skin on you back.

You feel yourself stepping towards the bedrooms, and Todoroki–no, it’s Shouto–follows through with your actions and picks you up gently. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you wrap your legs around his torso, your eyes opening to see Shouto’s eyes still closed despite the fact he was walking with you. “Pay attention to where you’re walking, Shouto,” You whisper into his ear as you pull away from the kiss, “I wouldn’t appreciate being slammed into the wall right now.” Your teeth nibble softly onto Shouto’s earlobe and you smile at the throaty groan that leaves Shouto’s lips.

He opens your door room as you continue kissing down his jaw, and as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, Shouto’s lips are back on yours greedily seeking more contact, and you don’t hold back as you kiss him back with equal fervor. You feel the mattress of your bed hit your back as you continue to kiss him, sitting up so you could move back to let Shouto onto the bed with you. You smile once again as Shouto’s hand rests on the bed frame behind you, while the other one lays on the bottom of your back again.

Your hands are interlocked behind Shouto’s head as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. You moan softly as you head tilts and you open up your mouth so that your tongues meet halfway. You start moving to unbutton your work shirt and Shouto hastily pulls away and your eyes open, his mouth is stained with your work red lipstick as he looks concerned, “Are you sure, y/n?” Shouto asks, his hands suddenly on top of yours. “I don’t want to rush you to having sex with me again…”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your lips as you sit up, making Shouto sit on his haunches as you move to your knees, “You have never forced me to have sex, and I want this, I want you.” You whisper to Shouto as you press a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, you unbuttoned your shirt and dropped it on the floor next to you, your breath hitching as Shouto stares at your nearly naked upper body, and you blush, “Take it off,” you mutter tugging at the hem of Shouto’s t-shirt, and he slowly moves to take it off.

God, Shouto’s body had to be a sin as you watched him take off his shirt and you stared at the rippling muscles on his body, something you had never truly appreciated before. Tone and lithe. He was beautiful.

Shouto’s lips are back on yours as you kiss deeply, your head tilted to the side as his fingers gently grasp your chin, the other one slowly making its way to your bra clasp. A shaky moan leaves your mouth as the bra falls from your body, and Shouto moves his body so that you’re now forced to be lying on your back. The tips of your well-aroused nipples brush up against Shouto’s naked chest and the both of your release a throaty gasp as you pull him closer to you.

Your leg hooks lazily around Shouto’s waist, and a sigh leaves your lips as Shouto gently grasps the back of your leg, running steady consistent strokes from the back of your thigh to your ass.

A fire is building up in your gut as your hands work their way down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. You manage to get Shouto’s pants off without ever breaking the kiss, but now you were on top, straddling his lap as he sat against the headboard, his hands gripping your waist.

Without the pants on, you could feel Shouto’s arousal as you slowly moved against his dick with only your pants and both your underwear interrupting the two of you being completely naked. You pulled away from Shouto and giggled as he attempted to follow you with closed eyes as you had to brush your hair out of your face, suddenly feeling hot.

“Y/n…” Shouto just about whined, and you smiled softly at him, finding it endearing and the slightest bit hot when he used that tone, his hands were on your breasts, slowly stimulating your aroused nipples as he slowly massaged them making sure to brush your nipple with his thumb every so often, and your head tossed back as you bite down hard on your lower lip. That was your undoing as Shouto easily rolled you back over to the bottom, a smirk on his face as he kissed you ever so lovingly, and you felt him pulling off your pants leaving you in a pair of pink undies to which he had noticed. “Those are cute.” He comments as he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“Damn right they are,” You breathlessly retort as Shouto chuckles, pressing a kiss firmly against your lips as he raised your hips so he could slowly grind his crotch into your own, and you bit harshly onto your bottom lip as you stopped a cry of pleasure from coming out.

“No, don’t stop yourself, please,” Shouto begged against your lips as he once more performed the same hip roll.

“Fuc-Fuck!” You cried out as your hands grasped his lower back to keep the friction between you at a high.

“Fuck,” Shouto curses as he tugs your bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand's grip onto your hips tighter. “You’re amazing.”

“Aha, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” You reply with a laugh as Shouto’s lips meet the valley between your breasts and a low moan of pleasure vibrates through your throat. 

“True,” Shouto agrees as he removes both your underwear and you gasp as the cold air of your room is hit upon your heated sex, and you clasp on your lip to keep yourself from premature orgasm from the sudden temperature change. You watch with hooded eyes as Shouto places a condom on. His dick was stupidly thick and was probably about seven inches, but it still made you excited. You rest on your elbows, a smile on your face as Shouto moves his messy hair out of his eyes. As you stare at his slightly sweaty face covered by strands of different colored hair, your heart just about bursts.

“Make love to me, Shouto,” You say aloud as Shouto stares at you, the condom now in place.

“I plan on it,” He smiles and he grabs your ankle, pulling you closer to him, and you shriek with laughter until his lips engulf your sounds. “Are you ready?” Shouto asks as he teases your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Whenever you are,” You whisper into his neck, preparing for the initial pain.

You let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he slowly enters you, and you pant heavily trying to contain your tears as he manages to push all the way in. Your eyes clench as you bit your lip, your head buried into his neck.

“Are you o-okay?” Shouto stutters very clearly still adjusting to having his dick in you.

“Yeah, just no lube, and you’re impressive, and I’m t-tiny.” You manage to sigh out and eventually you collapse onto the bed, looking up at Shouto who seems to be concentrating hard.

“You’re just super t-tight.” Shouto gasps as you wrap a leg around his waist.

“If you can last long intoxicated, you can manage now.” You tease slightly as you wince at the fullness of having a dick within you again. Damn, having sex while intoxicated was a whole other experience.

“O-Okay, you okay now?”

You nod your head and Shouto moves his hips back, and slowly almost painfully slow, returns them to the original position, and even with the smallest movement, a lewd moan escapes your lips. Shouto continues going in and out, his hips slowly moving while you start to meet him with every thrust.

Whispers of encouragement escape both your lips as his slow pounding in you continues.

Shouto picks up your legs so that they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he comes to lean over you. At the new angle, your head is thrown backward, and you let out a string of soft curses. “Yes, baby, that feels so good.” You cried out in encouragement as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Your lips are soon sought after by Shouto’s as sheen layers of sweat cover both your bodies as the consistent moving of both your hips never falters.

Shouto’s pace never truly gets overwhelmingly fast, but soon you can hear the sounds of your bed hitting the wall, and a cry escapes your lips as Shouto’s finger grazes your clit.

“Say my name…” Shouto grunts as he presses harder on your clit and you can feel the coil within you getting tighter, but at the moment all you can give is wordless cries, “Say it, y/n.”

“Shou-Shouto!” You scream out as you shake with an overwhelming need to climax, but Shouto’s finger leaves your clit and goes to keep your hands above your head.

“Are you e-enjoying this?” Shouto teases as he slams into you at full force again, “Are you feeling good?”

“Oh my god, yes Shouto I’m feeling gOOD!” Your voice shrieks as his hands leave your wrist to gently pinch your nipple and clit. You go speechless and your mind spins as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, and all you can do is gasp as the new position lets you see the stars.

“I'm going to cum,” Shouto gasps, and you pathetically nod your head in agreement as you pull him in for a kiss.

You can feel Shouto’s consistent pace get faster, his hips buck into you at a speed he hadn’t dared to reach at this time. “C-Cum, Shouto.” You gasp as his thrusts are getting sloppier, and a grunt leaves his lips and you know he’s done, but he knows you’re not.

Despite cumming, his dick is still hard and still buried in you, “Let’s finish you up?” Shouto asks as he doesn’t wait for your agreement as his finger is now pushing on your clit hard enough to send your toes curling, and you scream out his name as the coil in you tightens further and the flame in you scorches you from the inside out.

“Come on, y/n, cum for me please,” Shouto begs in your ear. You can feel yourself spiraling as your vision keeps going dizzy as Shouto presses open mouth kisses down your neck, his hips relentlessly pounding into you as you fail to keep up, his fingers dancing against your clit, and a noiseless scream leaves your mouth.

You came, and your entire body feels like it is being electrocuted as Shouto slowly pulls out and collapses next to you. “Oh fuck,” You moan having finally gained your voice back, and you look over at Shouto who is just grinning at you. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you climax.”

“Shut up.” You grumble embarrassed as you cover your face with a pillow.

“Does this mean I can fuck you without being drunk now?” Shouto asks playfully as he wraps an arm around you.

“Well you did confess, and I did accept it…” You ponder as you look at him again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But I might give up sex for a year.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Shouto agrees as he gently kisses you back.

A smirk comes on your face as you come up with an idea, “Well, you can always convince me otherwise…” Shouto pulls away from the kiss, looking at you suspiciously.

“How?”

You roll out of bed, wincing slightly at your soreness from having sex, but go to your closet and pull out two things. “Comply.”

You show him a blindfold and a binding rope, and he smirks, “Only because I want to see you on top.”

“Oh baby, you’re not gonna be seeing anything.” You respond as you tie up his hands to the bed frame, and Shouto looks at you a bit worriedly as you kiss him softly, “Don’t worry, I always play fair.” You whisper as you slip the blindfold over his eyes and step back.

“Y-Y/n?” Shouto stutters as you giggle pressing a gentle kiss to his torso, his body reacting entirely to the small touch.

“This will be fun.” You say as your fingers trace down his muscular frame and stop inches from the base of his dick.

hehe hehe, end! this was really a blessing to write and i enjoyed it sososo much! and i personally am a slut for in denial lovers, like yum, give me more!!! and of course, to give you the reason why the title of this series is called And They Were Roommates was because of the vine, so enjoy the bonus :D

bonus!

“Wait, who the fuck is Todoroki dating?!” Kirishima exclaimed as he sat with the six girls and a few guys as they gossiped about the two of you.

“Y/l/n y/n, she’s the new girl who's starting over with you, Uraraka-chan and Tsu tomorrow!” Hagakure explains for the millionth times.

“And they were roommates?!” Kaminari cried out feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh my god, they were roommates!” Mina exasperated as she rolled her eyes. “Get with it, or get out!”

[blackandfair]

M*A*G*I*C: Chapter Six|| T’challa Udaku

A/N:  I honestly don't know where to take this story. I thought I had a good idea but these few chapters have been ass and I’m sorry that I disappointed. But, here is chapter 6. Hopefully, yall like it. 

Words: Who gives a fuck.

Warning(s): Cussing, drinking, Regular shit.

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“I rejected him.”

“Huh?” Ju was confused. What the hell were you on about now?

“T’challa asked me out and I told him no.”

You can see the disappointing look your cousin was rocking on the other side of the phone. “You just might be the dumbest bitch I know and I know a lot of dumb bitches.”

You sighed, “I don't think dating is something I want to do right now. I just think I should put my focus on more important things like Banshee and writing my book.”

Ju sucked her teeth “ A whole king of a rich ass country asked your basic ass out and you said no. Bitch.”

You sighed. She was never going to let this go. “What are we gonna do about my vision?”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Obviously keep it from happening.”

“Bitch, you had one vision and now swear you raven.”

“ you never try to keep the bad things you see from happening?”

“ Sometimes, but I prefer to let the police handle it. I ain't no superhero.”

“Yeah but still…”

“ Let the police and the superheroes handle this shit. You can help a little….but stay away. Especially in public. If you get exposed. Our whole coven gets exposed. We’re already on the verge of extinction.”

You sighed, “You right.”

After your phone call with Ju, you internally battled yourself. For years you saw your powers as a burden and refused to use them. But, now you didn't think it was right to be as powerful as you are and not use your powers to help others.  Your visions can help people and it sucks that you couldn't use it to your advantage because of the worries of getting exposed. 

After a shower, you change into comfortable summer clothes and decided to go out for a walk. You couldn't stand being in your apartment. The air conditioner wasn't working and your whole apartment was in a competition with hell itself. 

As you were locking your apartment door, T’challa came out of his. You act as if you weren't affected by him. You shoved your keys into your purse and walk down the stairs. T’challa trailed behind you. Then it became as if he was following you. 

You stopped in front of your destination(A Gelato store) and turn to face him. “You know I never thought of you to be a creep.”  You told him. 

He raised a brow, shocked by your meanness. “I don't understand.” He said, very confused. 

“T’challa, You literally followed me all the way over here.”

“Don't flatter yourself, Miss Luna. I’m meeting my date here.”

When you didn't come up with a response, he walked away, his shoulder bumping yourselves. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, really embarrassed. 

While in the Gelato store, you tried not to eye T’challa and his date. A small part of you was stung that he’d be out on a date with another person, the very next day after he had asked you out. Sure you had rejected him but it was about the principle of the thing. 

They seemed to be really hitting it off. She was white(of course), Red hair and had a very adorable laugh that you could hear from where you sat.  T’challa was smiling and laughing a lot too. You stole a few glances at T’challa. You got really hurt when he caught you looking at him and you offered him a small smile and he didn't smile back. 

"Did he hate me now?” You whispered to yourself. How shitty was his self-esteem to hate a person because they rejected them? 

“Whatever. Who needs him.” You whispered to yourself again and continue to enjoy your delicious gelato. 

Later that day, You were back in your apartment trying to write but Your mind was blank. You were not inspired at all. You tried looking around your living room to find anything that might get your inspirational juices flowing and found nothing. 

You started procrastinating and after scrolling your Instagram for an hour, you decided to call Ju. She didn't pick up.

“This bitch better not still be mad about the whole T’challa thing.”You said to yourself as you listen to your phone ring. 

“This Ju’leesa. Obviously, I ain't pick up. Leave a message and I just might get back to you.”

You groaned and threw your phone on the carpeted floor. You jumped off your couch and made yourself to your kitchen and pour yourself two glasses of alcohol. One full of wine and One full of Vodka. 

“ Praise Jesus, hallelujah.”  You said before throwing the whole glass of vodka down your throat. You groaned at the burn the drink brought to your throat. 

“I really need this.” You said out loud and take a sip of your wine.

Unlike pills, Alcohol does have an effect on you. It takes a while but eventually, you do get drunk. You always find it funny that Alcohol can overpower magical blood. 

You took out the whole bottle of wine and vodka and smiled at the kidney killers. 

“Might as well go out with a bang.” 

…

T’challa groaned when someone started knocking on his door, interrupting his research. It was 10 o'clock at night. Who could possibly be knocking on his door without calling him first? He had just come back from a mission and was still in his panther suit. He was about to change but the person was persistent and knocked harder and louder forcing him to throw a black robe over it. 

T’challa was surprised by the state you were in. You looked a hot ass mess. Your eyes were watery and you couldn't stand straight to save your life. 

“Do you...Do you hate me?” You slurred. 

“No. Why would I?” T’challa said, grabbing on to you. He pulled you inside and forced you on his couch. 

T’chala was about to walk away but you grabbed his leg and pulled him on the couch with you. You then lay your head on his muscular chest.

“You love white bitches.” You slurred. Your slurring turned into singing, “Challa likes mayo bitches.”

T’challa didn't say anything or attempt to defend himself because he would have gained nothing from it. You were drunk and probably would not remember any of this when you come out of the influence of the alcohol. 

“How much did you drink?” He asked as you slowing run your hand over his chest.

“You are so in shape.” You answered your hand now on his stomach. 

He took your hand off his stomach, “Luna, baby...how much did you drink?”

You let out a snort, “You called me baby. Am I like your girlfriend now? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“You could've been.” He muttered. 

You took your head off his chest and grabbed his face, pulling it face closer to yours. T’challa didn't want to stop you. He wanted to see where this could go. 

He was very disappointed when you didn't kiss him like he wanted but simply asked, “ What is your skincare routine, Mr?”

“Ok.” T’challa said and pulled your hand from his face, “How much did you drink?”

You ran your hand through your messy hair and try to scramble your confused and intoxicated mind for an answer., “Umm...Two.”

“Two what?”

“Bottles. Like the really big one.

You let out a loud laugh, “If I was normal. I probably would've been at the ER or something.”

“Witches react differently to Alcohol?” T’challa asked. Obviously being a witch gave you more than just the active powers that you have. 

“Not witches. Me. I’m not-”

“What?”

“I have to pee.”

T’challa helped you get to the bathroom and stood behind the door. 

He listened to you use the bathroom until you screamed about having to throw up. 

    Soon you two were back on the couch with T’challa who was forcing water down your throat. 

“Come on, You have to drink this.” He whined. 

“Fine. I’m only doing it cuz you’re cute.” You told him.

He held the cup to your mouth and you push at it when you were finished. 

You let out a loud burp and lay back on the couch. 

You stare at T’challa’s back, “When are you going to kiss me?” You asked him. 

“When you’re not drunk out of your mind and want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you. ”

When T’challa turns to see your reaction, your eyes were closed and you were fast asleep. 

                                         ...

A/N: Thanks for the read. IDK Why but I'm only inspired to write like at 3 and 4 o'clock in the morning. I always get up at those times. Anyways hope yall like this. Don't forget to comment and reblog. I'm open to character asks if yall are confused about anything. Peace. 

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