you get into a fight and the mha boys find out

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

dividers by @/strangergraphics

I opened the ancient vaults and pulled out an idea I've had for years.

Introducing Cat Show Judge Aizawa. He will be judging all the MHA characters as cats, starting with Izuku. He is a strict but fair judge, and takes his job seriously.

Unlike to common belief SHOTO is not dense when it comes to love. Shoto is dense to the social/verbal explainations of love. Because for shoto: everything is direct for him. His words, his actions, his thoughta and his feelings... He does not play around with words or sentences like "butterfly in stomach" / "i feel like im gonna die when i see you"

SHOTO is VERY good with feelings. He just doesnt like to show them without feeling comfortable around the enviroment he is in. Years of abuse and his mothers stiuation teached him to control his emotions and even bury them when he feels like he must do. He is one the most emphatic and respectful person you can ever see but... he will show this side of him only if he feels comfortable with you. If he feels ssfe with you. Especially if he feels FREE with you.

You can see that shoto usually dont use honorofics when he talks, which is weird because anyone else in japan or who talks japanese would thought this is the rudest thing you can do. But after you really get to know shoto... you know that he is the least possible human being to be mean unless he thinks there is an asshole in front of him. Shoto is kind, considerate and gentle, even with Katsuki.

Because for Shoto, verbal actions means nothing unless you show and proof it. He does not believe in kind words like he he believes in kind actions.

So when it comes to love, shoto is the most direct person you'll ever see... the moment he confirms that he loves you and ready for an relationship he will confess his love directly to your face like he is doing a chitchat with you.

And after you accept it... you will see both mix of boyfriend act and courting from him. Because shoto want know you by layer by layer... every details and unique habits you have, so that he can always respect your boundaries and also shares his with you... You would get probably shocked with this side of him after seeing the public side of his general actions.

Yes, he loves 1A and shows his insides a little bit more with his class... but with you, its even more deep. Because after realising his romantic feelings for you, shoto would take some time to decide if he should or should not take a step to you. Mostly because of his trauma with parents, his goals for school and future. But after war... especially seeing his older brother... he would decide that there is no day like today to let himself what he wants to do or enjoy the moments with the people who is in his life.

Shoto is passionate. In everything. His goals, his studies, his revenge, his feelings... anything im his life. Because once shoto is sure about something, ANYTHING, he will do his best towards it.

So naturally, he is REALLY passionate with his lover too. Because for him, meaning of loving someone is sharing his deepest and most unknown sides in him with you. He will love you patiently, passionatly and gently...

tags: mdni! smut, dom(ish) sho, missionary, p in v, hair pulling, a luh rough (maybe ooc i’m sorry)

bfprohero!todoroki x femgf!reader - shoto loses his composure in front of your eyes

a/n: i feel sho is a softdom, the sweestest dom actually, but yk… a softdom is still a dom… 👀

shoto todoroki had never been easy to read. not to anyone, and sometimes, not even to you— his girlfriend. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that was just how he was. he was a great boyfriend, always so sweet and caring. he took care of you, never letting stress get to that pretty head of yours. you were the flame and he was a mere moth, enamored by your being.

so when you saw him come back from work one day, shoulders sagging and expression etched with frustration, it was unfamiliar. bad days weren’t unfamiliar, no, but him carrying it home was. in an instant, you were on your feet, heading over to him.

“hey. bad day?” you asked gently, taking off some of his gear and setting it aside. seeing him so weary brought a pang to your heart. he responded with a bleak nod, already heading for your shared bedroom. you could see how exhausted, or maybe frustrated, he was. you couldn’t exactly tell.

“the guy i fought brought up touya. i lost my composure, went overboard.” he explained, continuing to walk to the bedroom.

you gave him a moment, then followed him in, closing the door softly behind you. he just stood there, and now the distinction between frustration and exhaustion was clear.

your feet brought you to stand in front of him, your hands massaging his shoulders lightly. then, sweetly, you brought your lips to his, presenting a kiss. normally, his hands would’ve resided on your waist or hips. you felt only one go to your hip, squeezing your skin, and the other shooting to your hair.

but he didn’t just let it rest in your hair, no. he fisted your luscious strands, grabbing hard.

you let out a soft whine from the sudden tug, the sensation new but… tasteful. the hand he had on your hip moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging. you broke away from the kiss to quickly shed your clothes, leaving you bare.

his eyes didn’t wander like they normally did. they bore into yours instead, gesturing to the king-size bed behind you.

“go.”

he used the same tone as he did when commanding sidekicks— and it certainly commanded you. you sat on your side of the bed, watching him closely as he stalked over to the edge, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he took off his hero costume.

this was a new side of him you hadn’t seen before. with intimacy, it had always been free-flowing, and he was a gentle giant. nonetheless, the effect was the same. warmth and moisture consumed your core, against your will.

he grabbed your ankle firmly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. he stood between your legs, taking a look of your body laid out beneath him before leaning down to kiss you roughly again. your legs immediately moved to wrap around his waist, whimpering against his lips as his finger found your clit, circling the nerve brutally.

he pulled away to breathe, adjusting himself so his leaking cockhead pressed firmly against your opening, not pushing in just yet. he typically liked to take his time with you, but today had him in the mood for immediate relief— and you were not complaining.

“look.” he commanded, fisting a handful of your hair and forcing you to look down between your bodies to see where they connected. he held your head there as he began to push into you, the sopping walls of your pussy accepting him gracefully.

only did he let you put your head back down when he’d bottomed out inside you, leaving your mouth slightly agape and a deep arch in your back. he hooked both your ankles over his shoulders, then bent one of his legs and propped it onto the bed, keeping the other planted on the floor. he began to thrust into you, with a punishing but pleasurable snap of his hips. immediately, moans slipped off your tongue, your hands rushing to grip the sheets.

he may not have been fucking you fast, but he was sure as hell fucking you hard. and it felt so good.

then, he began to speed up, not only fucking you intensely, but quickly.

“sho— please— oh fuck,” you sputtered, turning into a mess over the covers. your pathetic whimpers filled the room, as your body grew to be newly and blissfully overwhelmed.

“s-slower, please— ngh—!” you whined, but he didn’t let up. the whines and whimpers continued, your hands desperately reaching for his as they held your thighs.

“stop— fuck,” he groaned, actively trying to hold himself back from finishing his sentence.

“stop,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “complaining.”

never had he ever verbally commanded you like that, but fuck if it didn’t make you hornier. so you obliged.

“you can handle it.” he reaffirmed. his pace and intensity were relentless, and part of you wished he came home upset more often. your body had never felt so electrified— not to say the sex before wasn’t good— but this was so foreign.

he leaned forward, making your legs push closer to you as well, pushing you to your limit. a hand left your thigh to cup your face, roughly and gently at the same time, and make you look at him.

he came right after you, filling your puffy pussy with his warm seed. in short, it was the most exhilarating sex you’d ever had.

“sorry. was i too rough?” he said, his eyes flashing with concern. you shook your head, smiling and taking your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist.

He doesn’t become suddenly loud or overly expressive just because he’s in love or married. Instead, his affection shows up in small, consistent ways that quietly build a sense of security around you.

He remembers everything important you say. Not just big things like anniversaries, but small preferences too, how you like your coffee, which blanket you always reach for when you’re tired, the way you get quieter when you’re overwhelmed. He doesn’t comment on it every time; he just adjusts his actions around it.

He’s protective, but not controlling. If anything threatens you, his instinct is immediate and sharp, but when things are calm, he gives you full space to be yourself. He trusts you deeply, sometimes more than he trusts himself.

His love language is actions first, words second. He’ll fix broken things in the house before you even notice they’re broken. He’ll quietly warm your side of the bed with his quirk if you’re cold without making a big deal about it. Then, much later, he might just say, “You seemed uncomfortable. I handled it.”

He struggles with expressing vulnerability, but with you, he tries. There are nights where he’ll sit beside you after a long day and just say something simple like, “I’m glad you’re here,” like it costs him effort, but he says it anyway because you matter that much.

He respects you as an equal in every sense. Shoto doesn’t “save” you from your life, he builds a life with you. He values your independence and actually finds it grounding when you take the lead in areas he’s unsure about.

And when he’s tired, truly exhausted from hero work, he gets quieter, almost distant, but never absent. He’ll still find your hand. Still sit near you. Still choose your presence over isolation.

You catch him staring at you sometimes, like he’s still trying to understand how he ended up with something so steady and warm in his life.

If you tease him for it, he’ll just blink and say, “You’re my wife. Of course I’m looking at you.”

No embarrassment. Just truth and on the rare nights when he lets his guard down completely, he leans into you, not dramatically, not dramatically at all, just enough that you feel the weight of trust.

➛ before you’re dating, shoto has this habit of appearing out of nowhere. you’ll look up from your phone and there he is leaning against a building across the street, hands in his pockets, staring directly at you like he forgot normal people look away

➛ he barely blinks. it’s not intentional. you’ll be talking for three minutes straight and those mismatched eyes are just locked onto your face the entire time

➛ the eye contact is ridiculous. humans glance away. shoto doesn’t. if you’re nervous he’ll just keep looking at you until you’re the one fumbling over your words

➛ he’s freezing cold. not metaphorically. physically. the first time your fingers brush his you nearly flinch because no living person should feel that cold

➛ he never eats around other people. he orders coffee and leaves it untouched for hours

➛ before you know what he is, you keep catching him staring at your throat whenever you’re talking and he immediately looks guilty afterwards

➛ you swear his canines look sharper on some days than others

➛ he always knows when you’re injured before you tell him

➛ “you cut yourself.”

➛ “what?”

➛ “your finger.”

➛ meanwhile it’s literally a tiny papercut hidden beneath a bandaid

➛ he’s weirdly obsessed with your heartbeat. he’ll sit beside you in silence and his eyes will flick briefly to your throat every now and then

➛ when you find out he’s a vampire he expects fear

➛ instead you’re sitting there asking if he turns into a bat

➛ he stares at you for a full ten seconds

➛ “no.”

➛ “have you tried?”

➛ shoto is terrified of getting attached to a human because he’s already lived through losing people before. you don’t know that yet, but every time he pulls away it’s because he’s trying not to care

➛ he’s fascinated by human habits. he could listen to you talk about your day for hours because your lifespan is so short compared to his that every tiny detail feels precious

➛ he watches you sleep sometimes, wether you think it’s creepy or cute whatever but he does it

➛ aging becomes something he quietly dreads. every birthday of yours feels different to him

➛ his eyes become noticeably darker whenever he’s hungry and he hates when you notice

➛ he absolutely hates seeing the bite marks fade because they’re proof that you chose him

➛ when he’s hungry and trying to resist, his gaze lingers a little too long. his eyes track the pulse in your wrist before he forces himself to look away

➛ if you say he’s allowed to feed off of you, he’s so careful teeth digging into your arm, eyes shut with the occasional moan that vibrates from his chest to his throat. he swears your blood tastes better then anyone elses.

➛ it should be scary seeing his wide eyed expression with blood drying down his chin, lips soaked and teeth covered in red as he studies your face.

➛ his eyes are lowly on yours with a curve in the front of his eyebrows making him look more submissive then he is.

➛ immediately after he’s checking the skin asking if you feel okay on repeat until you’ve reassured him he’s definitely fine.

➛ to him, sex is something he wasn’t too educated on at the start of your relationship. now he can’t keep his hands off of you.

➛ munch. weirdly enough he prefers spending hours making out with your pussy over penetration, but then again whatever you want you get. he’s very articulate with sex.

➛ he remembers every single thing you like, everything that makes you feel good. the first time you came on his dick he was leaning over you wide eyed and shook.

➛ sometimes you’ll catch him looking at you with an expression that’s almost sad. when you ask why, he just brushes your hair back and changes the subject.

debating if i make this a fic because yeah. i saw that one guy with the black hair from vampire diaries with blood on his mouth and i was wet