Where s/o has an accident and is stubborn (MHA Scenarios)

Summary: Reader gets into a car accident and hurts their leg badly, below is the reactions of the 4 boys (Dabi x Reader, Hawk x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, and Deku x Reader) while they care for reader while also having to deal with their stubbornness 

A/N: This is my first ever time doing one of these so bear with me haha, please enjoy!

Ivar’s Infertile Wife

Summary: You have locked yourself away from everyone because you are ashamed that you cannot give Ivar the children he wants so you make him marry Freydis. But you find out soon after you shut yourself away from everyone that you are expecting a child. 

Warnings: None, pretty fluffy, a little angsty. 

A/N: I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 1,831

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You had isolated yourself from everyone, choosing to stay in your room at all times. You did not wish to see Ivar with her or anyone at all. It made no sense since you had forced him to take a second wife, which he had declined over and over until you had begged him. 

You had not given Ivar any children, after so many tries you didn’t even care what the gender was, you just wanted a child. You hadn’t even been able to give your first husband a child, which had resorted to his anger that still made you weary of Ivar. 

Ivar would never hurt you, Ivar hardly ever yelled at you, but it was Oluf who made you weary of all men. Oluf had tried to sell you to Ivar like some common whore, which had enraged Ivar. That was the beginning, Ivar had fallen for you fast and you fell for him faster. 

But now you did not consider yourself his wife, even when he banged on the door begging you to come out just so he could see you were okay. You only allowed your personal slave, Beste, to enter. Beste was sworn to secrecy, she had swore to the gods she would not tell Ivar anything more than was needed, even if he tried to kill her. 

You looked down at your rounded stomach, the baby kicking angrily at your ribs causing you great discomfort. You had discovered you were pregnant after their wedding ceremony, terrified of what Ivar would do to Freydis. 

There was a soft knock on your door before Beste came in. “Good Afternoon, Queen (Y/N).” She chirped. 

You smiled to yourself as you noticed the dark marks on her neck, knowing that she had finally confessed to the man who had been trying to marry her. “It’s just (Y/N), Beste, there is no need for formalities when I have no title.” 

That seemed to make Beste uncomfortable but she moved about the room cleaning unnecessary things making you think something was up. “You do not hide things well, Beste, what plagues your mind?” 

You moved so that you were sitting in your rocking chair, pulling a blanket over your stomach which would hide the bump if someone needed to come in. Beste seemed to be struggling with her words, she opened her mouth but shook her head and twisted her skirts in her hands. She moved so that she could sit on the ground in front of you. 

“Freydis is with child, but the king is not happy about it,” Beste says and you nod your head. 

Ivar had been upset when you mentioned the idea of another woman, he had tried to convince you that if you kept trying it would work. You had pushed it until finally, he had agreed. Ivar did not care about having heirs, he said you made him happy. After years of being with him, you still did not believe that you alone could make him happy.  

“Well congratulate him for me, this is a very good thing, Beste.” You smiled at her to reassure you. 

Before Beste could respond Ivar was banging on the door. “(Y/N).” 

Beste got up and left your room through a secret passage in your closet while you got up to waddle over to the door and sat down. You watched as Ivar stuck his fingers under the gap in the door and you smiled to yourself and intertwined your fingers with his. 

“Congratulations, Ivar.” You said as you rued your fingers against his. 

Ivar mumbled something you did not hear “Freydis is mean to me, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “I do not know if I believe you, Ivar, Freydis is a nice girl.”

Ivar scoffed, “She is not soft like you, she is grouchy and talks back to me. She angers me.” 

You laughed at that, you were nothing like Freydis. You could be stern, but it was in your own way. Freydis was a yeller, she was much like the stories Hvitserk had told you about Ivar. Which had made you reach out to her to ask you, it had not even alarmed you that she was too eager. 

“You will be fine, my love, you can handle her.” You said and got up from when you sat, the baby kicking your bladder rapidly as well as kicking your ribs. 

Ivar picking up on something, “(Y/N)? Where are you going?” 

“I need to relieve myself, Ivar,” You chuckled, “Unless you wish for me to pee on the floor.” 

After you had finished your business you did not believe that you could get up if you sat back down. You sat in your rocking chair and waited for Ivar to say something. The baby did not stop kicking aggressively making you groan in pain. 

You were hunched over in pain, not even noticing that Ivar had opened the door. You hissed when the baby began to move in circles all while kicking you. You eventually sat up to see Ivar, standing in the doorway, eyes wide. 

“Why did you not tell me?” Ivar asked quietly as he walked over to you, his hand slowly reaching down to touch your stomach, the baby kicking wildly which made Ivar jump a bit. 

You smiled a bit, waiting for the baby to calm down before carrying on. “I did not know that it would have survived, I was extremely sick, and I did not want to get your hopes up if it did end up dying.” You said and waited for the anger to show in his face. 

The anger did not come, he just smiled big and leaned down to kiss you. But the kiss was ended short when the baby started to kick like crazy once again. 

“He has strong legs,” Ivar said as he touched your stomach once again. 

You shook your head at him, “You are just assuming it is a boy, Ivar, you have no way of knowing.” 

When the baby began to kick again you shut your eyes and gripped the armrest of the rocking chair, hoping that the baby would calm down so that you could rest. The closer you came to giving birth the more energy it seemed to have. 

You could feel Ivar rolling his eyes at you, “I know it is a boy, (Y/N).” 

There was a knock at the door, “(Y/N)? Do you know where Ivar is? Beste said he was with you.” Hvitserk called through the door. 

Ivar sighed, “I’ll come back, you’re not going to lock me out again, (Y/N).”

You nodded to him and watched him leave your room, hearing Hvitserk ask him a million questions as they walked away. You eased into your chair and hummed as you ran your fingers over your stomach, glad that the baby had calmed down a great amount but there were odd pains coming from the lower part of you which made it hard for you to sit in the chair. 

You cried out as Beste patted your forehead with the rag, you felt as though you were being ripped in half, the pain started in your vagina and seemed to shoot down your legs. 

“Maybe I should go get the king,” Beste says as she moved to lift your skirts, her face was pale. 

You cried out again, your sobs filling the room. “No, no he is busy Beste. Just go get the healer.” 

Beste, twisted her skirts nervously battling with the choice to leave you here alone. “I-I’m not sure...something could happen to you--”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, already exhausted from Ivar’s child trying to rip you in half. Beste had been helping you into the bath when she noticed water flooding down your legs before you had almost fallen from the birthing pains. 

Beste came back, but not only did she bring the healer, you saw Ivar and his brothers in the hallway, watching with pale faces. 

The healer lifted your dress and gasped, “You should have sent for me earlier, my Queen, it is time for you to push.” 

You cried out once more when you felt the healer touching you down there, making pain shoot up your back and then down your legs. Beste moved to wipe the sweat off your brow as you began to push. The healer gave you reassuring words, but you did not care, you were not in the mood to hear her talking. 

You groaned when you finally felt the pain ease, a gust of everything left your body as you closed your eyes to relax. You opened them again when you heard the loud cries of your child, the healer placed your child on your chest and you smiled. You did not have the energy to look to see the energy, you just wanted to hold your baby. 

“It is a boy, Queen (Y/N),” Beste said as she helped the healer clean up the mess. 

You smiled as you felt yourself falling asleep, your son cooing softly in your arms as he snuggled into your warmth. You jumped when Ivar had pushed the door open roughly, making it smack against the wall, your son did not seem to stir at the commotion. 

Ivar sat on the bed, took off his braces, and snuggled close to you to see your son. “He is healthy?” He asked, poking the baby’s nose. 

You rolled your eyes at him, “No, he is missing his toes.” You said sarcastically. 

Ivar huffed, “I do not find you funny, (Y/N).” 

You both sat in silence for a long time, just staring at your son. You had fallen asleep a couple of times but were woken by the light scratches of your son as he tried to grip something in his small fists. You soon realized that he was bigger than any baby you had ever seen which was probably why he kicked to make more room for himself. 

“Can I get rid of Freydis?” Ivar asked innocently as he stroked your son’s blonde hair. 

Again, you rolled your eyes at him, “She is also carrying your child, Ivar, you cannot just toss her out.” 

“But I want this baby,” Ivar argued with a roll of his eyes. 

You turned your head to look at him, appalled at what he said. “Well, you cannot get rid of her, your child is in her womb. You are being foolish.”

Ivar groaned and rolled onto his back, clearly not leaving your room any time soon. “Well, she annoys me.” He huffed childishly. 

“You are beginning to annoy me, be quiet before I throw you out.” You said making him look at you, shocked. 

Ivar began to protest this, making your heart fill with hope that maybe you can begin to go back to the way things were. You were now a family. 

Day 1: Fear / “it’ll be fun, trust me.”

A mash up of different prompts, since I like to mix things up a little bit. Some are going to be more raunchy than others. Happy reading ;))

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Sara Jean walked through the apartment, her little duck slippers quacking with every step she took around the small apartment. She could hear the branches whip against the window as the wind howled against the apartment building. She hated storms like this, they made her palms sweaty and her stomach did little flips.

Sara wanted to go lay in her bed but since the storm was particularly louder in her room. She sat on the couch and wrapped herself in a thin fleece blanket that hardly kept her warm. She jumped when the crack of thunder seemed to shake the building, her eyes closing tightly as if everything would get better once she couldn't see it.

But it didn't.

Sara Jean hugged herself tightly as the noise from outside seemed to get louder and louder; wrapping around her like a tight corset. She couldn't breathe, let alone open her eyes since they now seemed to be glued together. Sara felt someone shaking her, and tried to thrash away, thinking that the claw-like branches from outside were finally coming to snatch her up.

"Sara!" Someone was yelling, which finally made her open her eyes to see that it was Jess.

Jess was her best friends brother, he'd come to live with her after his fiancée left him for his best friend. She had always had a crush on him, but was scared to ever tell him about it. That was something she was more scared of than thunderstorms in their entirety. She realized she was shaking in his arms.

And that he was only in sweat pants and a baggy shirt.

Sara felt herself get more nervous at the fact that he was holding her and had seen her like this. "I-I'm okay, Jess, really." She said as she slightly pushed his chest and stood on shaky legs.

She walked over to the kitchen sink and got herself some water and tried to ignore that her hand was trembling terribly.

"Do you want to like, play a game or something?" He asked, still crouched on the floor in front of the couch.

Sara Jean turned to look at him, he was not the type to play board games during a storm. She recalled him once saying that he slept the best during a storm. She drank the rest of her water and set the cup gently back in the sink, jumping at another crack of thunder.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked as she moved towards the couch.

Jess moved so that she could sit in her original spot but remained crouched on the floor. "Truth or dare." He said it as if he already had this planned.

"I-I don't know..." Sara said nervously as she dragged her bottom lip into her mouth nervously.

"It'll be fun, trust me." He said, his eyes were like magnets to her.

Sara Jean nodded slowly, letting him be her distraction from the storm. Maybe he was being nice to her, now that it was obvious she had a fear of them.

"Come down on the floor, I'm not going to bite you." He smiled at her.

Sara Jean blushed and was relieved that the living room was dark enough so he couldn't see. She sat down on the carpet and moved so that there knees were almost touching. It felt odd being here without his sister.

"You go first." He prompted as he set his hands on his thighs eagerly waiting for her to ask him something.

She felt her face grow redder as his blue eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting. For the first time she let herself be mesmerized by his handsomeness. His curly hair was a mess on top of his head, he hadn't been awake enough to style it like he normally did.

"Truth or dare?" She asked bashfully.

"Truth." He said almost as soon as she had asked the question.

Sara Jean licked her lips and tried to think of something. "Uhm...how are you adjusting to being single?"

She could see him roll his eyes and suddenly became self-conscious of herself.

"It's pretty nice, I don't like it's something I'm dealing with." He said as he leaned in close to her so that his face was mere inches from hers. "Truth or dare."

"Truth." She said confidently. Sara didn't know what he would dare her to do, this wasn't like playing it with another girl.

He smirked and moved in even closer to her. "How long have you liked me?"

Sara moved back quickly but the crash of thunder made her want to move closer. Which became a problem when their heads knocked together. Sara yelped and Jess swore loudly.

"I am so sorry!" Sara said as she grabbed his head to examine it.

Jess began to laugh, and then his arms wrapped around Sara's waist, pulling her closer to him. "You didn't have to head butt me for me to see that you liked me." He purred as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"We-we shouldn't be doing this." Sara said as she pushed lightly at his broad shoulders.

Her nerves were being replaced by the fire that his touch did to her. He began to kiss at her neck and Sara stopped shivering because of the storm; she began to shiver with need. His hands began to drift so that they were gripping her ass firmly.

She moaned low and he trailed kisses from her neck up to her lips. "Tell me you want this as much as I do." He said huskily, his breathing was labored and his hands were still on her ass.

Sara Jean modded her head and for the first time she got a genuine distraction from her fear of storms. She savored every touch, and kiss, knowing that this would be the only time they would spend together in each other’s arms.

Little did she know, Jess had very different plans. He was not going to let her just slip through his fingers like putty.

|Fin|

Welcome Home

Summary: You are doing all of Loki's work while he is away working with his brother. You are determined to make him regret he ever left Asgard

Warnings: smut, strong language

A/N: I've been out of the smut game so bear with me, I think this is good though ;)

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You disliked your husband being away, hated it with a passion. You now were doing the work of two people while trying not to kill the man you married. He was being very hard to get in touch with. You had called Thor a couple times but he, too, had disappeared.

If you were not so trapped with work you would drag Loki back by his hair. So here you were, reading documents and signing your name over and over. These were the times you hated being queen, when you were hunched over at a desk for hours on end, the work making you lose your appetite. You stood up from the desk, leaning your hands on it. Your wavy blond hair fell into your face, nearly touching the top of the desk.

You stood up straight, your back ached with the pain of slouching all morning. You sighed as you rounded the desk. You opened the door that jointed the office with your room. You had not really been in the cleaning mood, you also hated having people coming in and cleaning. You took off the night gown and walked to the ensuite bathroom.

You turned the water on hot and put some lavender in the water. You sunk down into the water and hummed as it warmed your skin. The lavender lulled you to sleep, while you didn’t fall asleep, you finally relaxed. You were lulled to sleep by the warm water and the smell that seemed to hold you like a baby.

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“Time to wake, my queen.” a voice hummed, a hand was dragging through your hair often stopping to massage your scalp.

You opened one of your eyes to meet both of his blue ones. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, even with one eye open. “I see you come home when you want to now.”

Loki growled, a sound you had gotten used to in your marriage, but something that he often did when you rolled your eyes at him. “I was away on business, my love.”

A kiss was placed to your forehead. You smiled slightly before you realized that the water was very cold.

“Please go so that I can get out of the bath, Loki.” You said.

When he just sat on the edge of the tub, stroking your hair, looking at you with loving eyes. You knew he was trying to suck up to you when he got home. You rolled your eyes again and got out of the water. You patted yourself dry before you put on the silky robe that you always worn.

You then walked back over to your husband and kissed his forehead. You raked your fingers through his hair, feeling his hands come to rest on your hips.

“I missed you, my king, why did you have to leave me for so long?” You asked as his hands moved to grope your ass.

He pecked at your chin, moving down towards your neck. “I had to, my love, you know I would always come back.” He sucked on that spot on your neck that was your sweet spot.

You moaned pulling away from him. You smirked at him, pulling him up by the hand. You dragged him towards the bed, pushing him back on it. You moved so that you were kneeling in front of him, you giggled to yourself as you undid his pants. He lifted himself so that you could take his pants off, eager to have your mouth wrapped tightly around his cock.

You licked a stripe from base to the tip, your mouth stopping to savor the taste of the pre-cum. You looked up to see Loki's head rolled back, his groans were soft. You smirked to yourself as you took his entire length into his mouth. You stayed there for a second waiting for your husbands loud growl.

He finally bucked his hips upward, hand floating to wrap itself in the blonde waves. He hadn't realized that you had planned to pull away before he could throat fuck you. Loki whined as you pulled back from his cock and wiped the extra saliva off your mouth with the back of your hand.

"I am going to make you regret ever leaving." You purred as you climbed onto Loki's lap.

You heard him growl as he pulled you close, "I am not a man who is keen on games in the bedroom."

You rolled your eyes as you kissed him, he responded almost instantly. Of course, him being the god he was, he moved so your back was pressed into the mattress while his hands roamed a body he knew so well and couldn't get enough of. You pulled away from the kiss when his thumb found your sensitive bud.

"I am not the only one who can play games, (Y/N)." He purred while he pressed his ever-growing erection into your thigh.

You knew he had no plans on putting his mouth down there after your stunt, you just hoped that he would finger you at least. You were right, he slowly shoved two fingers in. His eyes followed them as your heat swallowed them.

Loki made a pained sound at the back of his throat, his focus on thrusting his fingers in and out. You were trying to ride his fingers but a firm hand on your hip kept you pinned into the mattress.

"Loki..."

Loki snapped out of his trance and smirked at you. "I see you are not much for games either, sweetling." He purred as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, sucking multiple hickeys there.

Your moans were loud as his fingers sped up, you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh as he worked on your neck. Loki would always come home and mark you up, made everyone know who you belonged to.

"Fucking shit, Loki..." You ground out, "Just fuck me already."

Loki was already lining himself up with your entrance, "Anything the queen gets she gets."

When he finally pushed himself in, you both stopped breathing. Inch by inch. You had completely stopped breathing, your heart seemed to stop as well.

"It does no good if you stop breathing, love." Loki said as he nudged his nose against yours.

Loki began to move his hips, slow at first but he began to pick up the pace. You moaned with every movement of his dick pushing back in. You hadn't realized how much you had missed this until now. Your nails were digging into his back as his hips began to move quickly.

"Loki," You gasped, his dick hitting just the right spot, "I'm gonna cum."

Loki grunted as he moved his hips faster. You cried out as you felt your walls tighten before the dam broke. You heard Loki curse before he pulled out, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"I missed making you do that." He said as he came to lay beside you. He pulled you close and ran his hand through your hair.

You smiled tiredly as you pecked his mouth, "You better have."

You both fell asleep after that, exhausted from the activity you had participated in.

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You had woken up before Loki so that you could shower. You had ignored the bruise on your hip from last night, being married to a god kind of came with some bruises. You had a plan to avoid Loki like the plague today, knowing he would surely be cranky with how much work he would have to do.

You had told the staff you were going to be going out today and to give all your work to Loki. Payback was a bitch.

You wrote a note saying:

"Hope you have a good day working, I will be out today so enjoy doing my work as well.

I told you that I would make you regret ever leaving.

Your Loving Wife,

(Y/N)"

Leaving the note next to his side of the bed, you fled the scene with a grin on your face.

It’s Time

Summary: You are Steve’s wife who is heavily pregnant with his two twin boys. When he comes home from a long mission you both realize that baby time might come sooner than you had expected.  

Warnings: Y’all, it’s just fluffy  

Word Count: 500  

A/N: Welp I’m sorry this is so short, this is my first time writing something like this so don’t judge me too hard. I’m trying to ease my way into this pool.  

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You leaned against the counter, slowly drinking your tea as you rubbed your enlarged stomach. Your husband, Steve, was away on a mission which left you with Natasha who was supposed to be watching you like a hawk in case it became baby time. You felt like it was, you were so huge that you didn’t think you could walk that far without getting too out of breath and wanting to take a nap. You were a few weeks from your due date which you were secretly hoping that the kid would drop in the toilet like on that show you had seen last week.  

Your mom told you that the worse part was when they were out and pulling your hair. You were getting ready to push out a set of twins which boggled Bucky, Steve’s best friend, who wanted his wife to have twins. You remembered a time when both Bucky and Steve made a ‘no kid’ rule. Well when Bucky’s wife, Sarah got pregnant and had their daughter Alli, he was so in love with her that he wanted more. They were on baby number three which was making Bucky more and more happy.  

This was going to be you and Steve’s first baby but you were becoming annoyed at how much he was being an anxious dad. You loved him, but the hormones made you quicker to agitate. You heard the guys walking down the hall and rolled your eyes.  

Bucky came into the kitchen first, a bag slung over his shoulder as he sauntered to the elevator to probably go see his wife. Steve came in with a grin on his face and he kissed your forehead before he went upstairs to shower. You drank the rest of your tea before you headed up to the shared room.  

When you go to the room you went to the bedroom to put on some comfy pants. The twins began to kick you simultaneously kick you in the rubs. “Ah, you assholes,” You hissed as you rubbed your overgrown stomach.  

Steve, with his stupid super hearing and the wide open bathroom door, poked his head out of the shower curtain. “(Y/N)! Don’t swear!”  

You walked into the bathroom, tired from all the sleepless nights and sore ribs, “I will say whatever I want to these assholes. I am tired of getting kicks in the ribs.” You said as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.  

When you pulled away from him, you could see his eyes darken as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You didn’t care that he was wet, well until you felt the water seep into your pants.  

“You’re getting water all over the place.” You giggled.  

Steve gave you a confused look, “I turned the water off a couple minutes ago, babe.”  

Both of your heads looked to the wet legs of your sweatpants before you heard the breathy whisper from Steve, “It’s baby time.”