#ochaco x reader

ft. izuku, katsuki, sero, shinsou, tamaki & ochako !!

smau: random moments of besties being besties (aka you both should date already and save everyone the trouble)

˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends with no boundaries, reader is a little bratty, flirting, suggestive (nothing explicit), not proofread

note: you know what would be funny?🤭 if I make another smau based on this AU with them getting into a relationship (not with reader)

Summary: You're Daddy's Sweetheart

Type: Platonic, Headcanon

Warning: Strong language, mild violence

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Yep…uhhhh Mmh, another daddy's girl, or rather, daddy's daughter. You're Vox's little girl, you're everything to him, he kneels for you and prays for you. "D-Dad, please get up, this is embarrassing."

First of all, you two are very, very different. You're sweet, understanding, humble, and supportive, and he's a jerk, cold-minded, proud, selfish, and a shark lover. I mean, you have nothing in common; no one would ever guess you're father and daughter.

When he was alive, he never, ever told you about his cult. All you knew was that he was important to many people, but you didn't know why. "Dad, is everything alright?" "Yes, sweetheart, trust me, Dad will sort everything out," and he kisses you on the cheek.

After his death, you were alone, but you didn't give up. You promised to protect everyone, regardless of their crimes, since you couldn't save your father. "E-everyone deserves to be heard." You died, ascended to Heaven, but you wanted to see your father, to be with him. But… you were mischievous and escaped from Heaven. How? You'll find out.

When you arrived in Hell… well, it was definitely something. You weren't naive anymore. You could handle it on your own.

You encountered Vox when he was fighting Alastor (Stayed Gone). At that moment, you didn't know he was your dad… a conceited television, but he did. He saw you through one of his cameras and followed you until you were alone.

"Y-y/n?! Is that you?" "Oh, hi, yes… you know me?" "No, yes, I mean, it's me, Vincent?" You look him up and down. "Dad?"

☆ cw / tw : Insecurities bleh!!

Ochaco is maybe a little bit obsessed with your stretch marks.

Okay a little bit is an understatement.

You're showing off an outfit that shows off the marks on your thighs? She's pulling them off and pressing her thumb to her clit.

You mention a comment about how you hate your stretch marks? She's frowning and kissing them all, showing you how much she adores every single one.

You're in the mirror and your gaze lingers a little too long on them? She's on her knees and worshipping every inch of you.

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characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[Y/N seeing this in the distance]

M!Reader : Perfect opportunity~✨

[Y/N sneakily walks up to the couch, hiding behind it, coming out from behind the couch and swiftly leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek]

M!Reader : Surprise kiss!!

[Y/N said in excitement, Uraraka blinks a few times to process–her face turns bright red in an instant, eyes wide in surprise, and she closes her face with her arms and starts floating up from the couch]

[Meanwhile Y/N who was chuckling with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and shocked to see Uraraka starts floating]

M!Reader : Ochaco!

[Y/N immediately tries to grab her by the leg–Buuuut she was already to high to reach]

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[Jirou casually walks in drinking from a soda can, looks up to see Uraraka already hit the ceiling of the building]

Jirou : ...I'll go get the ladder

(Ochaco Uraraka x reader) wlw afab!reader

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—I decided to make some content of my favorite character this time, I don't see many people often making content for her, give my girl some love please!! (#｀ー´)

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Ochaco isn't the type to get crushes, or that's what she likes to tell herself, because God forbid she actually confesses to someone she likes. Not that she has a problem with any type of commitment, or communication, shes just terrified of rejection, of someone playing with her feelings ina very vulnerable moment like a confession.

So when she saw you enter for the first time the Class 1A classroom, she felt that familiar fear rising in her chest, she tried to downplay it at first, it wasn't the first time she felt things for a girl, that wasn't the problem. You were just so... perfect in her eyes, she couldn't believe that you were so effortlessly beautiful, so strong, so smart, she was whipped.

And obviously, she wouldn't say a peep to you. You two lock eyes during class? She immediately focuses on the floor with a flushed expression, or the ceiling starts looking very interesting. You get to spar together in an activity? She immediately gets stiff and nervous, making sure she doesn't go too hard on you. Whenever her friends ask her why she gets so awkward when you talk to her, she tries to brush it off with a smile.

"I think that you like her.. ribbit.."

Muttered Tsuyu whilst eating from her white rice bowl, Ochaco and her friends were eating lunchtime in the cafeteria, Izuku, and Tenya arched their eyebrows at Tsuyu's inquisition, Shoto continued eating unbothered by the situation. Ochaco's face flushed red and rapidly waved in the air, panicking and becoming a flustered mess.

"W-WHAT! NO! I- WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

Tenya chimed into the conversation, pointing his index finger to the ceiling, speaking in that nerdy matter-of-fact tone of his

"Well, you do act very stiffly around her and get unusually nervous when she's around, an unusual behavior considering your lively personality... which is why Tsuyu gets the conclusion of yoru feelings towards her."

Ochaco remained dumbfounded at her friends statement. She simply huffed through her nose and started eating rapidly, as if the faster she finished her food the faster the earth would swallow her. Yeah, she was a tiny bit obvious, probably anyone with decent observation skill could see that.

"Well, you should confess, of course if that's the case! I mean, i don't think that she will reject you! At least in a mean way..."

Added izuku, smiling softly and looking at Ochaco, receiving a glare in response that made him immediately retreat and continue eating his katsudon lunch. But his words had struck Ochaco in the heart, she was scared of being made fun of, the mere idea of you laughing in her face if she confessed making her feel dizzy..

But somehow the way Izuku said it so casually gave her a mix of emotions, the way it sounded so easy to do.. so easy to confess what you felt for someone, it was intriguing to her. And at the sams time she thought it was ridiculous, not like you two were that close for her to confess.

But here she was, after classes ended inside her dorm, pacing around with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed with concentration. Her mind was a swarm of different thoughts —which in the majority, if not all of them, were about you—, was ot really that bad to say what she felt? I mean, was rejection even that bad? She was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize she was already floating in the air, she didn't bother to come down, too busy thinking.

And that's when it hit her, a love letter!

She just had to write something down on a piece of paper and hand it to you! It was perfect, she could empty her whole heart with ink without the problem of getting all worked up in front of you. That's when she fell onto the hard floor of her dorm, but she quickly stood up and searched for a piece of paper and a pen, when she had her tools, she sat down to write on her desk.

She had no idea what to write.

Her big brown eyes stared down at the blank paper and sighed, groaning softly and resting her forehead against the desk, wondering why she was the victim of her own feelings. Ochaco silently wished that all of her unspoken feelings could posses her and take control of her body, walk up to your dorm, knock on your door and just take your face with her palms —the idea of your soft skin against her palms made a shiver run down her spine— to press a kiss on your soft lips.

But she knew that wasn't an option.. so she started writing.

The next day, she didn't even bother to talk to anyone, too focused on her task. At the end of the day, she had to give you that love letter, there was no other option, because even if she retracted a tiny bit, that would crumble all of her determination. Her eyes constantly went towards the clock ticking on the wall inside the classroom. Counting each second, each minute, each hour for the end of the day to arrive.

Ochaco always knew that you were the last to leave the classroom since you enjoyed tidying up your stuff correctly and not leaving like an animal the way your other classmates did.

So when the final class rolled, she sat in her seat nervously, seeing everyone rush out, her eyes never left yours, Ochaco couldn't believe what she was about to do, the time she sat there felt like eternity. She had told her friends her plan earlier that day so that they were aware of what she was about to do.

Just when you were leaving your seat to walk out of the classroom, she rapidly stood up and walked over to you, taking your wrist ina gentle grip, but firm enough to make you stay. Her big brown eyes looked at you, her lips pursed and here face a tiny bit flushed with a light pink shade.

You turned around, your eyes lighting up slightly when you saw who it was, offering her a kind smile

"Oh! Hi Ochaco, what happ-"

"Uh.. please take this!"

She rapidly placed a white envelope in your hand and took a step back, you were taken aback when she interrupted you, but your attention rapidly went to the envelope in your hand, and before Ochaco could protest about how you should read it in private, you already opened it and read the letter silently.

"Truth to be told, I didn't know how to say this, this might be the worst-written letter in all time, I didn't even want to confess this way, but promise me you'll be gentle. I really admire you, you're so strong, you have so much kindness in your heart, you're so beautiful, words can't even describe how much my heart races whenever we talk. I may not be exceptional like many other girls, but please consider this confession. I really like you. Would you go on a date with me?"

Slowly, you looked up and looked at her in the eyes, your heart thumping against your chest as she nervously fidgeted with a strand of her hair. She felt dumb, she couldn't even bring herself to speak now that you knew the truth. But all of those thoughts thay attacked her head went to the drain when she felt your lips press gently in the corner of her mouth.

The whole world stopped

Her eyes widened and she looked at you as you leaned closer, feeling like she'd pass out.

"When are you free then?"

You mumbled softly as you slowly moved away from her face, looking at her with a softened gaze, with just a simple gesture, showing that you reciprocated her feelings.

She couldn't even believe this, this was the best day of her life! She rapidly composed herself and chuckled nervously, feeling her face as hot as the sun.

"Uh.. is Friday good for you?"

You nodded with a smile

"Friday it is!"

For the first time in a good while, Ochaco felt like she was unstoppable, like she had the whole world in the palm of her hand.

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SEASON OF THE WITCH.

day 3 — key | ochako uraraka x reader ♱ fantasy au, mentions of death (hanging), witchcraft, etc.

life in a cell is no fun — or at least it wouldn’t be if you had a guard other than ochako. 

you were so close to freedom. with the change of seasons came a ban on witchcraft, and your coven was forced to flee the capital city. you had been one of the last to leave, having doubled back for your grimoire, when the king’s legion had intercepted you in the woods on your way out of the kingdom. you’ve been holed up in the dungeons ever since. 

all the other guards treat you like a dangerous animal, like you’ll lash out if they get too close or show you even a shred of humanity (and you would, if you had access to your spell book). but not ochako. she sits on the other side of the bars, maintaining idle conversation, slips you extra rations when she can, rambles on about her day as she stands guard over your cell. she brought you bandages and patched up the wounds the guard had inflicted when she first met you. she might be a last good person alive in this place.

she’s late today. it’s unusual. normally she even goes as far as to show up early in order to relieve whoever takes the shift before her (and to spend more time with you). 

her smile is a bit forlorn when she arrives, and she waits until the previous knight has left to speak.

“seems like our time’s nearly up, friend.”

your heart drops. “what?”

“king’s ordered the final purge of the witches. the few we’ve managed to get are to be…to be executed tomorrow, at sunset.”

your nails scrape the stone below, rage boiling in your veins. you calm some when she kneels beside you, eyes soft like melting cocoa. metal scrapes stone when she slides something under the bars, clinking against your boot.

a key. the very key that unlocks your cell. 

she winks, and though her smile is bittersweet, there’s a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “figured you might want this.”

your fingers close around the cool metal and you stare up at her in shock. “you’ll be hung in my place…”

she shrugs as you rush to unlock the door. the armor looks heavy on her shoulders. “kinda hate my job anyway.”

you pause a minute as you close the cell, studying her face carefully. the torchlight illuminates her features in a way that tugs at your heart. you’ve come to be quite fond of her. 

“come with me.”

she blinks. “really?”

“sure. my magic and your blade? we’ll be unstoppable,” you joke.

she smiles. “if they don’t hang us first.”