Shoto is so passive and trusting he would let you toss him around in bed he will take whatever you throw at him.
Each smack to his lap makes his head spin, hes cum so many times he cant keep count or keep up with you.
You came home irritated and pent up, immediately finding him in the living room. Before he can even greet you and tell you about the dinner he made you're already on him.
Kissing him aggressively and dragging him to his feet, hes stunned. Wide eyes as you drag him to your shared room and start tugging off his clothes.
Soon enough hes given up on trying to keep up with you, your hands feel too good on him and how you channel your anger into sex has his stomach pooling with arousal, This absolutely unlocked something in him that he had no idea about.
You moan above him each time he bottoms out, youre both littered in love bites and hickies. He has tinted chapstick marks scattered in there too, his lips are swollen from the way you've been kissing and biting his lips.
"h-hush... can't.. fuck- focus.." you pant out hes so loud under you its messing up your rhythm.
He bites his bottom lip trying to silence himself but little whines and groans fall through, you clamp your hand over his mouth and your head drops on his shoulder as you pick up your pace.
His hands that were gripping the sheets have moved to grabbing at your body, your hips, breasts, ass, anything he can reach.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums again, hes twitching under you and his legs are shaking, he lets out a sob behind your hand but your pace doesnt falter.
He shoves his face into the crook of your neck.
"C-Cant keep going.." he cries into you wrapping his arms around you tightly in an attempt to slow you down.
It brings you down to grinding on him, you groan in annoyance.
"One more round." You whine as he rubs against that soft spot, "n-need it!" You cry when he starts nibbling your neck again.
In one last attempt to ground you he tries to take the reins by slowly dragging you by your hips, you shake your head and start grinding and bouncing on him faster.
He shakes under you, he bites your shoulder to try and silence himself. Hes failing.. like hard. Hes loud anyways.
You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him back to kiss him, he moans into your mouth, you swallow his sounds.
You pull away to kiss and bite his neck, you feel a coil in your stomach. You speed up more, earning a cry from him.
"Fuck!" You whine when the coil in your stomach unravels, bringing your movements to a slowing stop.
Hes breathing heavily under you trying to catch his breath and hes sweating like crazy, his eyes are half-lidded and his hair sticks to his face.
You brush some of his damp hair away from his face, it peels away from his scar. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes your hand, holding it close to his lips.
You pull off of him and lay next to him, you lay there in silence for a moment, the room is filled with panting and gentle touches.
"How you feelin?" You smile at him, he looks absolutely ruined you cant help but giggle a bit.
He groans in response and scoots closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.
His lips are dry and crack but his kiss felt like pillows none the less.
"Dinners gonna be cold.." his voice is so raspy from his throat being dry, you smile and kiss his jaw.
"We should shower quickly then huh?" You start to sit up and drag him with you towards the bathroom.
Day 1 â Shave away Todoroki
.á.á silly smau (tw endeavour ew), suggestive jokes
A/n: Only posting the first fic of the month... on the twelth. Can u tell i love the dont call me bro cliche. Also my first time doing a shoto fic! I really need to post him more :(
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Thinking abt Todoroki Shouto, and how he isn't as dense as he comes across...
When reading fanfics Shouto is always oblivious and dense, and yes, I wholeheartedly agree with thatâ
But i feel like Shouto also does it on purpose, you know? Like, one day you're both talking, and he's just soo up close to your face. 'He probably doesn't realize' you rationalize inside your head, but no, he's definitely aware of the affect he has on you. Your reactions are cute, he thinks, cute in the way he can't seem to stop teasing you.
I think he'd pay extra close attention to people that are close to him, people he holds dear, so whenever you stutter, or your mind goes and blank and you think 'Oh, I hope he didn't notice thatâ' he does.
I think that's why I like the idea that he's actually a little menance, but the worst part is that he gets away with it !!
Whether it's saying something so humbling and out of depthâ something that many would take offense to but think, 'well, he didn't really mean it that wayâ that's just how he is', NOPE!! he definitely meant it that way, but not clarifying anything saves him the trouble so why should he care yk...
Though, he mostly (all the time really) does it with you. Getting up in your personal space, saying things like "When we're on a mission together, I feel like I can handle anything as long as you're the one by my side"â and it flusters you sooo badly, but no, this is Shouto we're talking about, clearly he didn't mean it like that, right? Right? (And the entire time, he's trying to bite down a Cheshire grin)
So, yes, in the earlier years of being a hero he wasn't really great at communication and unaware of social cuesâ but now, he's practically evil with the way he acts around you.
Sometimes you think you see it; you're going to call him out on his behavior. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing when he held your face in his hands on a hot summer day, pulling you close and saying, "Is this cooling you down?" (No, actually, this was just heating you up)
But whenever you do call him out on itâ
"You know, you're not that slick." You say one day, ice cream cone in hand as you walk next to him, bumping him with your hip. Your eyes slide over towards his mismatched ones, gauging his reaction closely. If you were anyone else you would have probably missed the slight quirk of his lip; the uplift of his brows. But you don't, and the grin on your face overtakes most of your features. Maybe today will be the day he finally admits it. Instead he doesn't speak, takes one lick of his mint chocolate ice cream and then he turns to you, a silent question appearing on his face. A taunt.
You let out a humourless breath, cone tight in your hand as you point it in his direction. Accusing him of something both of you know you won't be able to prove, but he knows you know, and you know he knows you know. But, it'd be really great if he could just admit it, because it's almost like a game.
A game between just the two of you.
"Don't try and act blonde now!" You chide, biting on your bottom lip to control the smile that tries to force it's way on your face.
Shouto smiles at your antics, leaning in close to you, and all of a sudden he completely invades your senses. The smell of mint on his lips is so close, and yet so far. He stares deeply into your eyes, and just as you thought you were getting closer to the truthâ he brings his thumb up to wipe absent mindlessly at the corner of your mouth. He pulls back, looks you in the eyes, and takes a tentative lick at the frosty flavour on his thumb. With a cat-like tilt to his head, he says, "I'm not blonde?"
But, the worst part is whenever he speaks about you to others, he speaks so fondly of you; like one would do about their partnerâ but you guys aren't together. Sometimes he does it right in front of your face whenever you guys are at a hero gala. Shouto sees you talking to a new and upcoming, young, pro-hero and he immediately comes to your side. With how close he is, and with the things he says to them, "I can never imagine myself without them by my side." It gives people the idea that you're both, you know, a thing.
Little do you know, he's been playing this 'game' ever since high school, and even though the two of you aren't exclusiveâ it doesn't mean he can't get in his fun.
how does caleb react when he finds the bottle of prenatal vitamins youâve been takingâbut not because you're pregnant?
â .á⧠PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)
â â§.Ë WORD COUNT: 1.9k
â .á⧠WARNINGS: none really , pure fluff, but vague mentions of unprotected sex, talks of of pregnancy and having children, use of 'pip-squeak'
â â§.Ë LINKS: ao3 | twt
got inspired to write this as i was taking my supplements yesterday :') non-smut for a change ahhhh. enjoy!
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âAlways so messy.â
Caleb speaks to himself, voice a low amused mutter as he deftly clears off the kitchen counter. You were staying the weekend in Skyhaven, evident by the random items strewn about his massive home.Â
Yet, Caleb canât help but smile as he eyes your belongings carelessly discarded all over his kitchen and living room. Your favorite fuzzy blanket draped over the couchâs armrest, grazing the floor. Your shoes haphazardly taken off by the front door, right next to, but not on, the dedicated shoe rack. Coasters left behind on the kitchen bar, still sticky with dripped apple soda.
You were a menace. But he wouldnât trade your specific brand of chaos for anything in the entire universe.Â
You were the one that made this lonely empty house a home, after all.
His grin widens as he remembers just how clean your own apartment in Linkon always is. Naturally, he comes to the conclusion that you only act like this when you know heâs there to pick up after you. To take care of you.
The most important job heâs ever had.Â
The sound of the shower continues to run upstairs while Caleb tidies up the living spaces. He quickly returns ingredients back to their designated cabinets, abandoned after you so thoughtfully cooked dinner for him last night. As he shuts the cabinet, he sighs, eyes catching sight of the various vitamin bottles youâd left on the counter, nearly hidden by the rice cooker.
He gathers them up in his large palms, finding a spot for them in his own cabinet of medicine and supplements.Â
One by one, he meticulously puts them onto the shelf.
Calebâs violet eyes widen, his breath stuck in his throat, as he reads those red words over and over.
Prenatal gummies for pregnant or nursing women. With folic acid and DHA. Whatever that meant.
His heartbeat quickens as his mind races a mile a minute, his thoughts landing abruptly on the only plausible explanation.
Were you reallyâŠpregnant?Â
Was it possible? Yes.Â
On more than one occasion, definitely way more times than he could count on two hands, he hadnât beenâŠcareful. Youâd begged for it, but he should have known better. It was his job to protect you.
But itâd always been on non-fertile days, or thatâs what your little period-tracking calendar had always said.Â
No, Caleb thinks in a sheer panic. Please no. I canât be a dad. Not right now. Maybe not ever.Â
Heâd barely been able to protect you at the lab. He couldnât possibly let down someone elseâa child, a baby. Your baby. That youâd made together.Â
He would not survive failing your child. Through heaven and hell, that is something heâd never be able to recover from.Â
Caleb runs a shaky hand through his dark brown hair, his normally controlled and collected Colonelâs mask completely and utterly shattered at his feet.
Right now, he was just Caleb, the man who dedicated his entire life, whoâd give up anything and everything, to protect youâand would do so until his last breath.Â
And this Caleb had never been more terrified in his entire life. Through an entire life of experimentation, through traveling the Deepspace Tunnel, through an explosion that nearly claimed his life, heâd never been more scared than he was right now.
Fatherhood.
The world felt like it was closing in on himâevery time heâd failed you replaying in the ever expanding black hole that was his mind.Â
The lab. Losing you during the Chronorift Disaster. Every bully, every knee scraped. Ever. The Toring chip. The list goes on and on.Â
His chest tightened until he could hardly breathe, his knuckles white with the force at which he gripped the bottle of prenatals.Â
He wasnât equipped for this.Â
And yetâŠhe couldnât deny how many times heâd thought about this life, with you. A life of mundane and blissful domesticity. No Fleet politics, no Wanderers, no imminent danger at every fucking corner.Â
A life youâd created together. When heâd grown up thinking there was no such thing. That there would never be a world that the two of you could truly call yours.
âCaleb?â
Your voice pulls him out of his all-consuming thoughts. His head snaps up to see you coming down the stairs, your hair wet, body swimming in one of his big shirts. Your face, beautiful as ever, is laced with concern as you see how uncharacteristically pale he is.
When his eyes meet yours, you canât help but smile, always so happy to see his face and sparkling nebulous eyesâeven when he looked like heâd just seen a ghost. Your smile doesnât fade as you approach him, palms instinctively coming to rest on his chest when you reach him.Â
And just like that, he wasnât so scared anymore.Â
The thought of a little you running around. With that smile?
A mini version of the most precious thing in his life. One thatâd undoubtedly drive him insane with that same attitude he loved so dearly.Â
That had your laugh as he pointed out different types of planes soaring through the sky. Or your mischievous curiosity as he taught him how to fly his very first jet.
Yeah. He could get used to the idea of that.Â
âDid something happen? You look like youâre about to be sick,â you raise an eyebrow at him. Itâs then he finally releases the plastic bottle of supplements, setting it down on the counter with a soft âclackâ.Â
Your eyes immediately drift to the source of the intrusive sound, widening when they see what he was so fixated on.
âCaleb itâsââ
Youâre cut off by your own squeal, Calebâs big palms gently but firmly gripping either side of your waist, pulling you so close you could hear his pounding heart.Â
âAm IâI mean are we actuallyâŠAre you pregnant?â
You canât help but giggle at his frantic words, stumbling over himself with none of the usual poise and polish of the Farspace Fleetâs revered colonel.Â
Calebâs hand moves from your waist to your tummy, his thumb stroking softly against the fabric of his ratty shirt. His palm cups against your naval without thinking, already instinctively providing a protective barrier between the most important things to him and the rest of the world.
âIâŠI donât know if Iâd be any good at this,â he whispers, nebulous eyes bright with emotion, âI donât know if Iâd be a good dad.â
Your eyes widen at his vulnerable admission, not expecting it in the least. Youâd never expressly discussed starting a family that extended beyond the two of you, but itâd always felt like something Caleb wanted. A stark contrast to his words, you always knew Caleb would be an amazing dad, if that was what the two of you decided you wanted.
Before you can interrupt, Caleb continues, âButâGod help meâŠI will never let anything happen to you. Either of you.â
Your heart flutters at the sincerity of his solemn vow, and you find yourself unable to form the words you should say.
âCalebâŠyouâŠ.â you trail off with a gulp, unsure how to verbalize the torrent of emotions you have for this unbelievably incredible man.
âYouâd be the best father.â Your quiet whisper rings whole-heartedly, voice thick with adoration and a bubbling anticipation for your future with him.
Caleb watches you with rapt attention, his heartbeat still hammering like the thrum of a hummingbirdâs wings amidst the silence between you two. Youâre about to open your mouth againâtell him youâre not pregnant, when he picks you up and backs away from the kitchen counter so he can spin you around. His strong hands are secure under your armpits, the smile on his face so effortlessly Caleb.
Behind the thin mist of fear in his eyes, this was the brightest youâd ever seen Caleb.
You canât help but burst into a fit of giggles, clutching his muscled shoulders.
âCaleb, put me down!â you demand through your unabashed laugh of delight.
âNo,â Caleb grins, âYouâre never walking anywhere ever againânever lifting a single finger. Not while youâre carrying our baby.â He suddenly swings you so that his arm is hooked under your knees, carrying you like a prince would a princess.
You smile so wide your cheeks hurt, but you know you have to tell him the truth. You couldnât bear to disappoint him, but whatâs worse was giving him false hope.
Reaching up to tenderly cup his face with your hands, your voice shakes, âCalebâŠâ
Caleb smiles warmly at you, his cheeks leaning into your touch, âYeah, princess?â
You bite your lip at how adorably he resembles a happy puppy, his earlier fear seeming to have evaporated into pure excitement.Â
You find tears inexplicably forming in your eyes, grieving a pregnancy that was never even there to begin with. Blinking them back, you rip off the bandaid.
âIâm not pregnant.â
Seeing the befuddled expression in his features, his amethyst eyes squinting with unanswered questions, you continue, âThe prenatals arenât for that. A friend recommended them for my skin. Since workâs been a little stressful and Iâve been breaking out.â
You clutch his jacket, staring at his chestâwaiting for him to speak. To express disappointment. Maybe even scold you for letting him believe, even if only for a minute.Â
âYouâre stressed? How come you didnât tell me? Whatâs going on at work?â
Caleb only stares at you with genuine concern, still not setting you down, holding you tighter. Your heart hammers at the worry laced in his voice, drowning in emotions that that was what he was most concerned about.Â
Your troubles.
âN-Nothing serious, itâs just workplace politicsâanyways! The point is Iâm not pregnant, okay? Iâm sorry. Please donât be mad.âÂ
You canât stop the apology from tumbling out, even when you know you have nothing to be sorry for. But just seeing how excited heâd been is enough to make you feel like a monster for being the one to squash it.Â
Caleb sets you down so that youâre sitting on the counter, his thick body positioned between your thighs. Your heart canât help but sink at the simple action that felt like it signified so much more. That he was disappointed with you.
But suddenly Caleb flicks your forehead with his index finger.
âHey!âÂ
âDummy,â he mutters, thumb soothing the area heâd flicked, âWhy are you sorry?âÂ
âIâyou were so excited,â you say sheepishly, âI probably shouldâve mentioned I started taking them before you found them yourself.âÂ
Caleb chuckles, almost in disbelief, hooking your hair behind your ear. Before he can respond, you whisper, âYouâre really not mad?â
âHow could I be mad?â
His hand abandons the edge of the counter, once again coming to rest over your stomach. His thumb strokes you reassuringly.
âJust knowing that you think IâŠâ he trails off, his own voice murky with emotions.Â
âThat Iâd be worthy of being the father of your children.âÂ
You place your hand over his, squeezing gently. It felt almost comicalâthe two of you in the kitchen, hands pressed over your stomach like there was anything there.Â
âBesides, Iâm not in a rush,â he smiles gently, taking your chin into his fingers and brushing his lips against yours.Â
âWe have a whole lifetime to make our own little pip-squeak.âÂ
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Community college is not only OK, itâs a very good idea. 90% of jobs arenât going to care where you got your degree. For those remaining 10%, hereâs a hack that can save you tens of thousands of dollars in tuition.
Go to community college, get an Associateâs Degree in General Ed. This will take you two years, and it is statistically likely that at the end of those two years you will have a better idea of what you want to actually do with your life than you did when you were fucking seventeen years old.
THEN Decide on your major. If you need a Prestigious School, you are much more likely to get in with an associateâs degree and a good GPA than you were with a diploma and a good GPA. Since you have an associateâs degree, those credits are locked. None of this âOkay, you can transfer to our college, but youâre going to have to retake your English Credits and maybe another humanities courseâ shit. You have a degree that says you completed that part of your education, and you can now concentrate on the remaining two years required for a four year degree in your major.
We are doing kids a major disservice when we act like college is the only life path that can lead to success. These days the market is oversaturated with hyper specific degrees that there arenât enough jobs for, while not enough people are going into trades to keep those professions running smoothly.
You can go into a trade school or an apprenticeship instead of college, you wonât spend as much, and you will start making money sooner. And let me just add: people make good money in the trades.
