the three of you were a MESS before you started dating!
everyone assumed they were the third wheel, with you thinking that izuku and ochako liked each other, while they assumed you only liked the other one and they were actually third wheeling!
there was a long period of time where the three of you were just friends with romantic feelings for one another, until eventually ochako let it slip to the other girls of class 1A that she had a crush on both izuku and you and they helped the three of you out!
looking back on it, you can now laugh about how oblivious and dumb you were back then, but it never fails to embarrass the three of you when the girls of class 1A bring it up to tease you!
izuku and ochako are both very affectionate people, while simultaneously getting easily flustered by affection!
you're always seen holding hands, switching who gets to be in the middle, or having your arms wrapped around each other
the three of you are the most wholesome throuple in class 1A and people look up to you, admiring how cute you are together!
though some of your classmates – like bakugou – are annoyed just how cute and all over each other the three of you are!
you're always training together and are each other's biggest supporters, as well as recklessly running into danger if one of you is in trouble!
you already have plans to move in together after graduating UA, as well as open your own hero agency!
though even while living in the dorms together, it already starts to feel like you're a married throuple who lives together, with the three of you always cooking together or having sleepovers in each other's rooms (much to the distaste of aizawa–)
⟡ what starts as a normal day in the palace ends with you learning of a vigilante group of bandits roaming the countryside and fellow knights defecting left and right. where exactly does that leave you — the todoroki prince crownguard?
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there’s been a tense, unsettling energy about the palace all morning.
your footsteps echo in the empty hallway as you walk. it’s odd that there’s no one around. usually the palace is bustling with activity—couriers and nobles and foreign ambassadors all parading the halls in loud, colorful crowds. but today, nothing. the eerie silence sets your hair on end as you walk.
keigo had sent for you this morning, at the order of the king. it must be important if his tone was any indication.
“he looks royally pissed,” he’d told you this morning in a sing-song voice, stretching his teeth into a ‘yikes’ face. despite being the king’s official crownguard, this level of flippancy isn’t unusual for keigo. still, it’s hard for you to miss the tension in his shoulders, the uneasy look in his sharp eyes.
great. king enji was hard to face at the best of times—so serious, always with this burning intensity that made it hard for you to look him straight in the eye. and when he’s angry? well…you’d rather not think about that until you have to.
“i love my job, i love my job, i love my job,” you whisper like a mantra, fists and teeth clenched as you march dutifully towards the throne room.
the more accurate truth is probably that your job is a privilege, not so much that you like it. there are people starving in and outside the kingdom—struggling to put food on the table for their families, put out of work, resorting to desperate measures to stay afloat. you’ve heard rumors around the palace, of gangs and bandits supposedly terrorizing villages in the countryside.
you’re fortunate, though. you were born and raised in this castle, inducted into the knights at a young age. you showed incredible promise, even as a child, and your parents were trusted advisors to the king. this status, paired with your keen abilities, earned you the position of crownguard-in-training—tasked with looking after the king’s youngest son, shoto. it’s a pretty sweet gig, if you do say so yourself (and you do).
you take a deep breath before pushing the great wooden doors of the throne room open, willing your racing heart to calm.
you know it’s bad when you see the entire order of palace knights inside. it’s a dwindling number, too, you think as you scan the crowd of familiar faces and notice quite a few people missing. keigo is up there, in his usual spot by king todoroki’s side. princess fuyumi—the king’s secondborn and most trusted advisor—is there too. you recognize several others of the crown guard, as well as a few lower-ranking palace knights. there’s some new faces too, and everyone looks equally nervous. for good reason, apparently —keigo was right, the king looks royally pissed off. behind him, each pinned to the wall with a dagger, are seven wanted posters. you squint, but you can’t quite make out any words or faces from your spot at the back of the room.
“i suppose the word ‘loyalty’ carries no weight anymore.”
the king’s voice echoes through the silent chamber, hanging heavy and grave in the air. you want to shiver, but you fear moving even a muscle would gain you unwanted attention. you didn’t even do anything and you feel guilt pooling in your stomach.
“it’s almost like the oath you swore when i personally appointed you all meant nothing,” he continues, deadly serious. his turquoise eyes are alight with silent fury. “imagine, for a moment, what neighboring kingdoms are thinking hearing that my knights are defecting in droves? what our enemies could be plotting, hearing that our defenses are weak?”
he must be talking about the revolts…
the kingdom was in a golden age up until a few years ago, but it’s been on a rapid decline since. there was a war, just before your time, waged between your kingdom and an enemy one to the south. the innermost kingdom was relatively unharmed, but the outskirts were demolished in the fighting. you don’t know any of the finer details, given that you grew up in the palace, but you know that it’s had unpleasant lasting effects at present. from what you’ve heard, the unequal distribution of wealth has people taking to the streets and rioting, demanding that the king fix the damage and help his people.
“how am i supposed to salvage this land when my own soldiers are running out on me? and worse yet, when they allow vigilantes to roam my kingdom trying to fix this mess themselves?!”
he points angrily at the wanted posters displayed behind him. there’s seven of them, quite the odd bunch now that you’re looking.
the king’s booming voice fades as you examine the faces of these “vigilantes.” they’re young, that’s for sure. probably around yours and shoto’s age. definitely a ragtag crew, leaving you to wonder what exactly makes them such a threat to the kingdom? it must be something, some kind of uncanny talent, if the king is cursing their name before you.
there’s one up there, a girl with round, pink cheeks and short brown hair. from afar she looks harmless, but there’s something in her eyes that makes you hesitant to look away.
you catch snippets of king enji’s speech, bits about thieving and magic and new castle security precautions. you’re only half-listening, intent on brown eyes staring out at you from the paper.
the rest of the meeting passes in a daze, nothing new said (to you, at least. castle security is your second nature). as soon as you’re dismissed you make your way back upstairs to your post in the prince’s chambers.
“what a guilt-trip,” you huff, falling back against the door as you close it.
shoto looks up, giving a dry laugh. “not sure what you were expecting from his highness the great king. what’s the verdict then?”
you shrug, discarding your heavier, formal armor and coming to sit on the settee. “same old, same old.”
“more knights defecting?”
you whistle lowly. “left and right. and get this—a bunch of kids are apparently going around wreaking havoc like vigilantes.”
shoto snorts at that. “vigilantes? right under the king’s nose?”
“guess so…” you trail off before asking something that’s been tugging uneasily at your mind. “do you…do you really think it’s as bad as he says? out there in the kingdom and the outskirts?”
shoto thinks on it for a minute before replying. “i don’t know. we don’t get out much,” he adds sarcastically.
you laugh. “yeah, well. for this many people to be leaving…”
you drift off, lost in thought for a moment. you shake your head after a second, willing yourself to stop thinking so hard.
you clap a hand against your thigh with a sense of finality. “well! i don’t get paid for thinking, you know. and besides,” you say, voice taking on a mocking baby-talk as you pinch at shoto’s cheeks. “you don’t have to worry about me leaving, little princeling~”
he swats your hand away with a scoff. “i’ll have you imprisoned for that,” he threatens, but it can’t mask the little smile he’s trying to hide.
“yeah, yeah. good luck with finding someone else to put up with you ‘long as i do, huh? such a charming personality—and you’re a shit conversationalist.”
“you’re the only one i talk to, so that couldn’t be my fault,” shoto proclaims with faux haughtiness.
you scoff, waving him off. “whatever, you royal pain. go study your books or something.”
dividers by @/anitalenia and @/saradika-graphics — ochako doesn’t technically come out in this one, apologies 🙂↕️ but the next chapter she will def make an appearance! first chapters are hard, this is mostly set up. hoping this finds the ochako girlies, enjoy! 🩷 - kitty !
Could we please get some relationship headcanons for Mina, Momo and Uraraka?
YESSSS WE CAN HAVE SOME LOVE FOR THE LADIES ★~(◠‿◕✿)
(( im sorry its so late:< ))
Relationship headcanons: Mina, Momo + Uraraka:
Mina:
you two will be that couple in the best way possible
holding hands before class starts? yes. kissing in the hallways? yeS. dramatically running to eachother in the dorms on a morning? yES.
theres no being sad for too long around her
she’s the type of person who could make you smile and laugh even when it feels impossible
when she wants to play fight she will nudge into you with her horns like a lil moo cow
these always end up in tickle-fights which lead to cuddling while you sit and giggle
Momo:
honestly she’s probably going to be a little stiff at first
this will all just be a little new to her
but when she warms up she will be a really sweet girlfriend
dates in dorm rooms drinking new teas curled into eachother reading books or watching old movies
no matter how much you try to stop her (unless it genuinely makes you uncomfortable) she will buy you expensive gifts yet expect nothing in return
always checks in and makes sure you’re looking after yourself, and will always help patch you up after a rough training session
Uraraka:
oh if this girl likes you its you>anything
will not hesitate to push her own limits and go beyond to impress you and make you happy
hopeless romantic and loves ‘cute’ dates such as pillow forts decorated with fairy lights and teddy bears
also loves doing the smallest things together, she would clean the entire dorm building top to bottom with a smile if she was doing it with you
she may feel a little insecure at first when others show you attention and affection, please sit her down and talk this through, set boundaries and let her know you’re with her for a reason
Reader being sisters or very close friends with urraka and urruka intives to her a panicking sencerio UWU ❤️❤️
Hope you enjoy~♥️
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Age Rating: None
Uraraka x Best Friend! Reader
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(for this one shot just pretend they stay at the dorms during school breaks..)
Groaning as you roll out of bed, you get up to stop the incessant knocking at your door.
Turning the knob you are met with one of your best friends, Ochako Uraraka and her boyfriend Izuku Midoriya.
You catch a glimpse of a basket in Izuku's hand but before you can wonder about it Ochako's pushing into the room yelling, and pulling Deku in behind her,
"Come on, get ready! It's the first day of summer break, we're going on a picnic!"
Knowing you won't escape this, you sigh and close the door resigning to just get ready for the day.
Within 20 minutes she has dragged both you and Deku by the arm to a park near the school.
After you guys are set up and comfortable, she pulls out a bunch of different foods and drinks. As you guys sit there eating and chatting, you don't realize Deku has pulled out a frisbee from god knows where, until it flies past Ura's and your faces.
Needless to say, that started a frisbee war between the three of you that will go down in history as the day Izuku Midoriya learned not to get on a girl's bad side.
Laughing as you dodge a frisbee to the face (courtesy of Ochako) you think to yourself that maybe going out today wasn't such a bad idea.. I mean, when your best friends are Uraraka and Deku, how could you not have fun?
Sorry this is so short, I'm not good at writing for Uraraka..😅 Regardless I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send in any other requests you might have(I'll try to make them better and I'll try to get better at writing for Ochako) -Clove♥️
request: Can I request for a fluffy uraraka x male child reader oneshot ? The reader is a 6 years old homeless orphan who is saved by uravity, and he likes being carried in her arms. She will bring him at ua to take care of him like her little brother and he is clingy to her because she was the first person to ever care for him.
It’s been over a month since I’ve written, I’ve just become busy with school and once I established a routine I realized that I didn’t give myself time to write! This is the first time I’ve ever written for a male reader, so hopefully I can meet your expectations. Please let me know if anything should be changed. Thank you so much for waiting! Feel free to comment, I love getting feedback :)
Requester further asked to name the reader, so this is more of an OC oneshot.
pairing: Uraraka x male!oc
word count: 1.4k
Hikaru didn’t really remember what happened earlier in the afternoon. He just knew he was trying to find a kind-looking person to spare him some food or change, until suddenly some sort of earthquake hit the town and he was knocked to the ground. There was one thing that was engraved into his mind, however.
Through the pounding pain in the back of his skull (which was probably bleeding, but Hikaru couldn’t bring himself to move any of his limbs), he felt someone pick him up. It was the warmth of someone kind and heroic. As the last of his strength left his fluttering eyelids, Hikaru briefly saw the round, concerned face of a teenage girl.
He woke up in an unfamiliar room, in a white bed with clean sheets. Hikaru immediately sat up, but the throbbing in his head stopped him from moving any further. There was a loud beeping machine next to the bed, and the young boy realized that it’s noises had only increased in speed when he sat up. A man wearing a white coat burst into the room. Hikaru flinched, but then recognized the man’s attire.
A doctor.
The doctor sat in the chair next to the bed and smiled. “Hello, kid. I’m glad to see you’re awake already. We thought you may have had some brain damage, but it appears to only be a concussion.” Most of the vocabulary was medical stuff that Hikaru didn’t understand. How could he? He was a six-year-old boy living on the streets of Mustafu. He’d never had anyone tend to his cuts or bruises, let alone a doctor to give him a physical checkup.
The doctor, who introduced himself as Dr. Yamamoto, continued to ramble on and even prodded Hikaru’s body with some strange looking instruments. He reassured the boy that nothing was going to hurt, but to let him know if anything felt strange. After a few minutes of confusing examination, Dr. Yamamoto left the room.
A sudden thought flew into Hikaru’s mind. Money. Everything in the world costs money. Food, clothes, school, medicine. Who was going to pay for this? A fear spread throughout his body, and he fought the urge to sprint out of bed and back out into the streets. Then, a small noise caught his attention. It sounded like several people were talking outside of his hospital room.
From what he could hear, there were two women and one man, probably Dr. Yamamoto. Hikaru couldn’t make out that many words, though. He was only able to grasp bits and pieces.
“Parents--- him up?”
“No…. street -- ward of..”
“... few nights,”
“Part--- internship..”
Eventually, the voices drifted away into nothing. The door opened again, and this time there were two new people. One of them was a taller blonde woman, with short hair and a strange looking headpiece that covered part of her face. Hikaru’s eyes shifted to the person next to her and gasped. It was the pretty lady who saved her! She was much shorter, with the same round cheeks and short brown hair. Her outfit was mostly pink with some dark accents. They must be heroes, Hikaru deduced. That’s why the chubby cheeks girl had saved him.
“Hey, kid, you feeling alright I’m Ryukyu, what’s your name?” The older woman asked him. She was kind of intimidating, but Hikaru felt safe in her presence.
“I’m H-Hikaru,” he stuttered out. “When can I leave?”
“Well, since there’s no one listed to contact you, we’re going to have to wait a little longer to make sure no adults come by to claim you first,” she told him.
“I don’t have parents. It’s just me.”
Ryukyu frowned. “Don’t worry, Hikaru, we’ll be taking care of you for a little while and we’ll find you somewhere to stay.”
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As Hikaru suspected, no one came by to ask for him during the rest of the day. As the sun started to set, Ryukyu returned again with the girl who saved him. He learned that her hero name was Uravity.
“Hikaru, the hospital’s visiting hours are going to end soon. You can stay here if you’d like, but we think it’s probably better for you to be able to walk around and sleep in a more comfortable place. How does that sound?” He nodded, unable to find the words to convey how he was feeling. They were just going to take him in? Just like that?
As if she could read his mind, Uravity smiled and added, “As heroes, it’s our duty to protect people and take care of them! You don’t have to be alone anymore.”
So it was decided that Uraraka would take care of Hikaru until the weekend, when the city got back on its feet after the damage from the disaster. By then, there’d be a social worker available to take on Hikaru’s case.
Ryukyu went back to her own office, and Uraraka was dismissed for the day. She picked Hikaru up and carried him during the whole walk to Heights Alliance, the dorms at U.A. Hikaru decided that this felt nice. It’d been forever since he felt warmth and love from somebody. He never would’ve thought that a complete stranger could show him so much kindness.
Upon their arrival U.A, Hikaru started complaining because the chubby-cheeked girl had to put him down. “Urara-nee, pleaaaaase,” he whined. He made grabby fists in attempt to sway her, but Uraraka thought it’d be better for Hikaru to introduce himself to the rest of Class 1-A before she carried him up to her room.
The reaction of the class was pretty even across the board. The girls, of course, gushed over the cute little boy who was in their care for the next few days. They did everything they could to get his attention, but Hikaru only had eyes for his savior. No matter how many snacks they offered or attempts, none of the girls could stop him from hanging onto Uraraka’s legs.
“Aw, he’s so cute! Like a baby duck following its mom,” gushed Mina. Even when Uraraka had to finish up the classwork she missed for her internship, Hikaru insisted on sitting on her lap. He wrapped his arms around her neck like a monkey, embracing her warmth as if she were his actual mom.
On the other hand, the boys were pretty nonchalant about it. Bakugou wasn’t impressed at all by the little pipsqueak, and Todoroki simply greeted him before retreating back to his room. Iida first asked Uraraka if it was even okay to have a non-student at their dorm, and was pretty intimidating until she reassured him that it was approved by Ryukyu and principal Nezu.
Deku was nice to Hikaru as he reminded him a lot of Kota, the boy he had saved during their class’s summer training camp. Luckily, Hikaru didn’t have nearly as big of a rebellious streak as the other little boy. From what Hikaru saw, the way Deku and Uraraka talked to each other reminded him of the couples he saw on TV. When he blurted that out, the girl immediately turned a bright red, stuttering out that it was time for Hikaru to go to bed and say goodbye.
For a kid who’d just been through hell and back in one day, Hikaru was pretty wiped out. He offered little resistance when Uraraka took him to the bath and gently washed him off. When she washed his hair, Hikaru started nodding off. It was nice, having someone look after him for once. When Uraraka noticed that the little boy’s eyes were now closed, she picked him up, dressed him in some clothes the hospital gave her, and tucked him into her bed. Before she could walk back down to the living area, she felt a tug on her sleeve. It was Hikaru, subconsciously gripping onto the warmth he’d become attached to. It was as if he was saying, please stay with me.
She smiled and tucked herself into bed with him, holding him closely against her body. Even if she couldn’t give him a family, Uraraka knew she wanted to make him remember what the love of one felt like.
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And that’s a wrap! Wow, it was longer than I expected. You might tell that it’s a little rushed from the middle to the end. I really need to improve on that. Once again, please let me know if you want anything changed! I’m still accepting requests. Hope you all have an amazing, spectacular, fantastic day!
a/n: holiday countdown day 4, opening a present with uraraka. costumes, face-sitting, premature orgasm, quirk kink, lemon.
word count: 1.2k
babe 💕 [ Received 4:08 PM ]
hey!! are you coming home yet?
You [ Sent 4:10 PM ]
i'll be there soon, just finished training--i gotta take a shower when i get home :p
babe 💕 [ Received 4:11 PM ]
ok well get here soon!! there's something you need to open for me, and i can't wait any longer 💖❤💕
You sighed as you checked your phone again, breath puffing out into a little white cloud as you reread the messages your girlfriend had sent you just a few minutes ago.
Today had been long, and a bit stressful--but you loved having Uraraka to comfort you at the end of the day, even if she could be a bit of a dork sometimes. You could only guess what she needed help with opening today--maybe it was the lid of the jam jar again, which seemed to be an obstacle more challenging than any villain for her. In just a few minutes, you had knocked the snow off your boots and ascended the stairs of your residence, which thankfully wasn't far away from the university's training gym, and casually walked in the door of your dorm without bothering to knock. it had been a very fortunate turn of events for you to end up sharing a dorm with your girlfriend--and it only got better once you perked your head up, and sniffed at the air. Had Ochako lit a candle? It smelled lovely, and the source was emanating from behind the door of your shared bedroom...
"Hey babe, I-"
You stopped dead in your tracks, hand frozen on the doorknob. Your cheeks had gotten flushed from the cold, but the way they burned now was for an entirely different reason--and that was because of what you were met with, perched on your bed with a shy smile on her face.
Ochako was dressed in nothing but a skimpy, tight-fitting costume, made up of nothing but red ribbons that wrapped around her plush body and only slightly covered up her most intimate areas. Her breasts were nearly bursting out of the slim fabric, and you were almost glad her thighs hid how it fit her down below, lest you completely lose your mind then and there.
She had never been one to be so bold, and even if she was feeling like it, you could usually see it coming from a mile away--but tonight, you really had to give her credit, considering you had frozen to your spot.
"U-Uh...I got you a present, honey! Do you...wanna open it..?"
She squirmed in her spot, catching your eye at the way the silly costume bent and twisted along her body...though she didn't take much notice to it, until you had crossed the short distance to the bed, and climbed up to join her atop it.
"I'd..I’d be happy to...I don't think I can wait, after all.."
At such a cheesy answer, normally, the two of you would have probably burst into giggles--but you had a one track mind now, as you rested your hand on her thigh, and watched as she made the move to slip one of the straps off her shoulder. If you had it your way, you would have torn it off by now...but there was something much sweeter about her shimmying about until the ribbons came loose, before climbing up on your lap and gently nudging you to lay down.
It was fortunate for the both of you that you knew each other so well--you could almost always predict what she was thinking, and she didn’t have to stutter over her words to tell you what she wanted. And it made for a much easier shift in the room, when she was finally kneeling over your head with only one strap left in the way.
Ochako whimpered as you blew a puff of warm air against her sensitive areas, a hand placed on her waist to pull her closer--and when she was close enough, you took gentle care in pushing the last ribbon shielding her cunt aside, and let out a soft sigh as you prodded her lips with your tongue.
“Ah-!”
Her yelp only made it more adorable, and the chuckle that rumbled in your throat sent vibrations between her legs, and caused her to moan so much louder than she had before. Within moments, you had her completely seated on your face with your tongue sunk deep inside her, her walls squeezing around you and giving you an odd sensation with every flick and slide of it within her.
Slowly, Uraraka slipped into an unknowing rhythm, your name spilling off her lips as she ground her hips down and rolled them into you without meaning to. You could hardly blame her, though--you couldn’t see it clearly from such an angle, but the expression on her gentle features belonged more to a model in an inappropriate magazine rather than a burgeoning pro hero. She babbled in all manner of filthy speech, crying out for you to move faster, push deeper--and then she settled her hand in your hair, and suddenly your bed fell out from behind you.
“..Huh..? Oh! I-I’m sorry-!”
The moment she realized she had accidentally floated you both up into the air, hovering about a foot off your mattress, panic set in and she hurried to fix her lust-induced mistake--but she was stopped by the feeling of your thumb pressing against her clit, and all of a sudden she had forgotten whatever it was that she was intending to do.
“Ah...I-I’m sorry, love...I’m sorry...f-feels too good..”
Another giggle dropped from your lips, muffled by her increasingly slick pussy, and you started to become more aware of your own lightheadedness that made everything seem just as light and happy as the way you floated about. You had a strong feeling you just weren’t getting enough air--but that could be remedied pretty quickly, as soon as the slow circles rubbed into her clit shifted into a near torturous abuse that swiftly caused her to buck against you even faster.
“H-Hey-! Too fast, nnh, it’s t-too much, I-I’m gonna-!”
With little warning, her hand came down to grab a tight hold of your hair once again, and before you knew it you came crashing back down to a soft landing, at the same time Uraraka was whining and cumming unintentionally all over your mouth. The shake of her legs as she tried to stave off her release was cathartic, in a way, and you revelled in the feeling of her plush thighs squeezing your head between them as her orgasm flooded over her.
With her breathing heavy, she collapsed backwards, landing between your legs and against the comfortable sheets of your bed. And you, on the other hand, had the task of wiping the mess she had made off your chin--much like how one would clean the juice off from a plump fruit they had sunk their teeth into.
“No..No fair...I wanted to go longer..”
Ochako panted beneath you, breasts heaving and still untouched...and with a grin on your lips, you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last you’d see of your girlfriend getting worn out tonight.
“Did you? Well, the night isn’t over...I’m sure we can go just a bit longer, if my pretty present can handle a bit of roughhousing...”
Ochako likes to try and be quiet. She does start out that way, regardless, and it’s not really a game or anything, getting her to make noise, but... Well. You know you’re doing a good job when she starts gasping your name and her back makes that delicious little arch. Sometimes you only catch the vibration of her voice, with her thighs pressed tight to your ears, but then her hips roll and her eyelashes flutter and-
Sometimes the bedding starts floating, and you wonder if anyone has ever seen the two of you through the oft opened window - nothing but moaning, shadowy figures behind rippling sheets, pillows orbiting the room like soft moons. But then Ochako shakes apart, sweat beading on her breasts, and she’ll mutter a quiet, embarrassed: “Release,” if she notices. You do your best to keep her distracted, to give her another reason to stop being quiet, to keep her arching into your touch, cheeks flushed and eyes soft.
