pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
word count: 4k
summary: When you realize you're pregnant, your world is turned upside-down. You find yourself stepping back, pulling away from him, because how could you possibly tell him now? And yet, every time you see him, a tiny spark of hope fights its way through the panic, whispering that maybe he’ll understand.
warnings: miscommunication, angst, sad!Steve, pregnancy, fluff, Steve is the sweetest boy, happy ending.
You loved Steve.
Steve loved you.
It was that simple. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the way he pinched his nose when he was annoyed.
Your friends noticed the signs way before you did. They always knew that your friendship with Steve ran deeper than you admitted to. When you announced that you were officially dating 3 years ago, no one was surprised. "It's about time. It was getting really pathetic, dingus," Robin had said.
Steve was always sweet to you. He always made sure that you felt loved and needed. Sure, you had days when you would bicker, when Steve's jealousy would get the best of him and make him act selfishly. When you just got mad at him because he looked at you weirdly. But everybody had those days. Steve knew you would do anything for him, and you knew he would put his life over yours without even thinking twice.
When you took the pregnancy test you didn't expect the two red lines staring back at you. Robin was there, supporting you. You had broken down in her arms, making her promise that she would not tell a single soul. You felt torn inside. No matter how hard you tried, you were unable to tell Steve that you were pregnant with his child.
--
You were not planning on having a kid - at least not now - and the secret weighed heavily on your mind, making you feel more isolated amid the chaos of Vecna's threat. You and Steve often talked about the future, about traveling the world with your six little nuggets, but that was meant to be a distant possibility.
Steve sensed something was wrong. You had been avoiding him like he was the plague lately. He did not know what he did wrong. He tried talking to you when you were not busy making plans for the crawls, but you shut him out every time. Steve was getting desperate. A part of him was missing, and he didn't even know how it had happened.
--
You were curled up on your couch, wearing Steve's shirt and watching a shitty sitcom. Pregnancy was already kicking your ass. You felt horrible. You were throwing up almost every day and couldn't keep anything down.
Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. You groaned, too lazy to stand up from the comfort of your sofa. When the knocking did not stop, you realized you had no way but to answer it.
Steve was standing awkwardly in your doorway. He was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Steve?" You said his name instinctively, not expecting to see him today. He was supposed to be helping Robin with her new job at the Squawk.
"Hey! I thought I'd check on you. I haven't seen you in a while." He smiled sheepishly, looking you in the eyes.
"Steve, you saw me yesterday," you sighed, shaking your head. You knew Steve was clingy. That was clear even before you started dating, and you did not mind his clinginess at all. Actually, you loved that about him, but lately, you felt so overwhelmed by everything. You did not want him to suspect anything, and his constant clinginess was complicating matters.
You knew, Steve knew something was up. And you knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.
"Exactly," Steve answered. "You're acting like I can't miss my girlfriend or something."
You sighed again. "Am not." He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Come in," you decided to invite him in. "Are those for me?" you motioned to the flowers.
"Ye- yeah, of course." He answered quickly. He was looking at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
You took it from him, smiling despite yourself. "Thanks, Stevie."
"Sure thing," he answered with a wave of his hand.
The room was uncharacteristically quiet. You decided to put the flowers in the vase to escape the suffocating awkwardness that was in the air.
Steve was hunched over the kitchen cabinet, watching your every move with big, puppy eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was careful not to frighten you with his words.
"So how was the last crawl?" You started, desperate to fill the awkward silence. You had not gone to the last crawl because of the fatigue, and Robin had assured you they could manage without you.
"It was good," he said, nodding at himself, lips stretched in a line. "Really good. There's one tomorrow, you should come."
"Uh, yeah, sure," you answered half-heartedly.
He leaned closer towards you, putting his hand on your arm softly. You could feel your heart rate speeding up as the action unfolded. What was wrong with you?!
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He started.
"Of course, Steve." You murmured. You wanted to get out of this situation quickly, unable to lie under his gaze.
Steve clicked his tongue, pulling his hand away from your arm to hold your palms. "You've been acting distant lately. You sure you okay, sweetie?" You seriously hated the puppy eyes he was giving you.
You sighed, wanting to tell him everything so desperately. Yet, you could not. You were scared. Terrified of what it would mean, of how he would react. You did not want him to freak out. You figured a supernatural hellhole being open in your town was enough. You did not want to be another one of Steve's worries. You could not be the reason he lost his concentration.
"I'm okay," you tried to sound firm.
He cupped your face carefully.
"I miss you, baby," he breathed out.
You pulled away from him, like you were splashed with cold water. You could not be intimate with him anymore, not without you breaking down completely.
"Please, sweetheart, just tell me what's wrong," he strolled towards you again, not letting you leave. "Did I do something wrong? Is it because I used your last hairspray?"
You rolled your eyes. He was so ridiculous.
"Listen, I am sorry, okay? I will buy you a new one, I swear-"
"Steve, stop!" You said, your voice coming out higher than you intended. "It's not that! It's- it's just- I'm just tired, okay? I need some space." You started pacing.
"Space?" He asked, dumbfounded, like it was the first time he heard that word. "But it's been weeks, baby. You've been acting so weird… "he said, placing his hands on your waist. You stepped back.
"Stop, just stop, Steve. I can't do this right now," you breathed, going towards your front door and opening it. "You need to leave."
Steve's face dropped instantly, not expecting you to be so harsh. "What?" He stayed frozen in place.
"Leave! You need to leave." You repeated, trying to keep your tears at bay.
He slowly stepped towards the door, as if in disbelief, hurt evident on his face. "Okay, I am leaving," he said in a small voice.
You shut the door and slid down, face in your hands. It was breaking your heart to treat him like this, but you thought that was the only logical way.
You tried to calm yourself, taking deep breaths. When the tears finally stopped, you went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
"It's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be okay." You promised yourself, looking at your tear-stained face.
You seriously hated this.
--
The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. You rubbed your eyes, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed.
"Hi?" You answered groggily.
"Wakey, wakey, dingus." You heard Robin's overly excited voice over the phone. You groaned. You loved Robin, but she could be annoying, especially when she woke you up at 8 in the morning. "…So yeah, we think we are close, like really close, dingus. This could be it. You should come today." She blubbered. "Oh, and if you think about ditching me, I will be dragging you there PHYSICALLY, got it?"
"Ugh, Robin. Fine, I'll come. Just stop rambling."
“Per-fect.” She shouted victoriously.
You chuckled and hung up the phone, already dreading today's meeting. You hadn't seen Steve after the 'incident'. Five days had gone by. He had tried calling you, but you did not answer, not knowing what to say. Still, you knew you had to face him at some point, so it might've as well been today.
You sighed and decided to take a shower.
Surprisingly, you felt better after the shower. Better than the last few weeks. You decided to make an effort to at least look presentable. You tied your hair in a messy updo and put on your favorite pair of jeans and Steve's hoodie. You were ready to go.
You heard honking in your driveway. Confused, you went to the porch and saw Steve's car. Robin was in the front seat. Of course, she told him that you were going today. You weighed your options. It's not like you owned a car. A ride would be nice. With that thought, you hopped into the backseat.
"Hey," you greeted them, trying to sound normal.
"Hi," they said simultaneously.
"You can sit in the front, sweetie. Robin can move." Steve offered, looking back at you. He was acting as if nothing had happened, but you did not dare bring it up.
"Hey, I can hear you," Robin protested, breaking you out of your thoughts. Steve shrugged meekly. You huffed a smile.
"It's okay, Steve, just drive."
He didn't argue and reversed quickly to drive away.
Two hours had passed after you arrived at your destination. It was total chaos. Nancy was still going over the plan. Mike was disagreeing with her, and Robin was arguing with Dustin about something.
The energy you felt at the start of the day had long left you. Now you were feeling worn out like somebody had beaten you. Steve was sitting next to you with a hand on your waist. It made you feel better.
"You okay?" He asked, tightening his hand around you.
"Yeah?" You answered, but it came out like a question.
"You look really pale."
You shrugged. "Just stressed about the crawl." That was not a total lie. However, you were more worried about the nausea hitting you in waves. You prayed it would go away.
"Steve." His attention instantly snapped to you.
"Yeah?"
"m'sorry," you said, licking your dry lips.
"For what, hun?"
"Y'know… for kicking you out of my house. That was rude."
"I know you didn't mean it." He said, looking you straight in the eyes now. "You didn't, right?" He tried not to let his fear show in his voice.
"No, no, I didn't. Sorry, I was so harsh."
Steve finally breathed out. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's fine." Steve sighed, not knowing if he was comforting you or himself. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and tried to focus on the plan.
You were sure the day couldn't get worse after listening to Nancy and Mike argue for 10 minutes straight. You were wrong. You felt the nausea hit you like an avalanche. You stood up abruptly and went towards the bathroom to minimize the chances of embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.
To your luck, Steve had followed you in the hallway.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his face crumpled in a worried expression.
"Nothing, just need to use the bathroom." You blubbered quickly, not slowing down.
"You sure you're fine? You look REALLY sick."
“Okay, ow.” You shot him a look.
"I mean no- beautiful. You look beautiful. But your lips are pale, and you are pale, and it's-"
You quickly ran to the bathroom, not being confident in your ability to not throw up in the hallway.
Steve had just entered when you puked in the toilet. He held your hair as he caressed your back.
"It's okay," Steve whispered. "Maybe you have food poisoning?"
You hummed, flushing the toilet.
"I'll take you home," he offered, towering over you.
"I'm fine."
"I WILL drag you out if I have to," he warned you, raising his index finger.
Oh boy.
--
The next few days went by monotonously. Robin had come to your house multiple times. She complained about how you and Steve needed to communicate better and that she was tired of Steve whining about you giving him the cold shoulder. "He deserves to know the truth. He told me, and I quote, "I think she just got tired of me, Robin. She doesn't love me anymore," said Robin. She begged you to talk to him. Your heart broke at her words. Did Steve really think that you had forgotten him?! You considered her words carefully, deciding to finally tell Steve the truth, no matter the consequences.
Today was the day. You could feel it. You put on some clothes and decided to go to the radio station in hopes of finally talking to Steve.
You took your mom's car. The ride was refreshing, helping you clear your thoughts. When you arrived, you sighed deeply, promising yourself that you would not back down this time.
As you turned the corner inside the building, you stilled. You found Robin and Vicky hunched against a table, making out.
"Oh my god, sorry." You fumbled. You knew about their relationship, but seeing your best friend's tongue in Vicky's mouth felt weird. "I was looking for Stev-" you tried to change the subject.
"He was gonna go in his room," Robin yelled before you could finish the sentence. You nodded, giving her an awkward smile and a thumbs-up.
You walked through the corridors you had become familiar with and stopped as you approached Steve's room. You raised your arm to knock, but your confidence was fleeting by the second. At last, you brought your fist to his door, but to your surprise, you got no answer. You decided to crack the door open.
"Steve?"
Steve was lying on his back, mouth open, and hair ruffled all over his face. He was deep in sleep. You smiled to yourself. He looked so sweet. You sat at the edge of his bed. Your hand was hovering near his face, not wanting to wake him up. Still, you could not withstand the temptation to put his hair out of his eyes. His hair was soft in your hands. You let your fingers run over his face, stroking his cheek. Steve's eyes fluttered. He shifted a bit in his bed and sat up when he saw your face. "Oh- hi. What are you doing here?"
"Sorry. I should've totally called before I came." You rubbed your forehead.
"No, no. Just… is everything alright? Nothing bad happened, right?" He said, as he sat up next to you, his feet now on the floor.
"Everything's fine. I just- I…" you sighed, not being able to word your thoughts. You put your head in your hands, frustrated at yourself.
"I just wanted you to know that it's not true."
"What's not true?"
"That I don't love you anymore. That's not true." Your heart was beating so loud, you feared you would have a heart attack.
"Oh," he said, looking at the floor. "Robin told you that?"
"Yeah," you said, playing with your fingers. Silence settled in the room. None of you dared to speak for a moment.
It's not?" his voice finally broke the silence.
"No."
"So you love me still?" Steve tried not to sound desperate, but he knew he was a lost cause.
"I love you. Always will." You breathed out shakily, wanting to kiss all his doubts away.
He smiled softly at your words and sighed. "I'm so glad you said that, baby."
He pulled you into his chest, hugging your waist tightly. You melted into the hug, feeling like you could finally breathe again. Your nose settled into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
"Steve…" you started, not knowing where you were going with this. You blinked rapidly, desperately trying not to cry. But it was too late. A quiet sniffle outed you.
Steve stiffened immediately.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He tried pulling away to look at you, but you tightened your hold on him and pulled him impossibly closer. He held you like that, caressing your head gently. You cried in his arms for what felt like eternity, unable to contain yourself.
Steve finally pulled you from him with an effort and took your face in his hands. "Baby, talk to me, please." He said as he wiped away your pouring tears. "Whatever it is. We will figure it out together, yeah?" You nodded, unable to speak yet. "Yeah, good. Just breathe with me, okay?" He said as he placed your head on his chest. His heartbeat calmed you down, and your breathing evened out a bit. "Good. Good girl, baby," Steve murmured sweet encouragements in your ear. You wiped your eyes and sniffled, exhaling shakily. "Promise you won't be mad." You started.
"I promise, baby." He nodded frantically.
You stood up from the bed, unable to sit still. Steve followed, putting his hands on your hips and hugging you from behind. You turned around in his hold to face him.
"Steve I- it's… I've been feeling weird lately."
Steve's face fell. "Weird?" He questioned.
"Yeah, like constantly feeling tired and nauseous and just I- I hate this."
"Okay... have you been to the doctor?" Steve questioned with a worried expression.
"No... I-"
"Then we should go! Right now!" he stated.
"No... just listen to me, Steve," you started. "I thought l was just stressed, y'know, from all the crawls and plans and..." you shook your head. Steve was gazing at you intensely. "But the nausea, it's just... I mean, I can't eat anything, and then I told Robin, and she said that maybe I was pregnant," you sighed, running your hands through your hair. "I took a pregnancy test, just to rule it out and..." You looked at your hands, unable to hold eye contact.
Steve stilled, even holding his breath for a second. A realization hit him, leaving him unable to form cohesive sentences. "You're… pregnant?" He asked quietly.
"Yes." You sighed, hugging yourself to calm your nerves.
"How… I- are you sure?"
"Yes," you repeated.
"Oh my god," he said as he put his hands on his head. "Oh my god."
Steve was utterly stunned. As quick as lightning, he rushed to you and spun you in his arms. You hugged him tightly, tearing up again.
"You're not mad?" you questioned quietly.
He put you down.
"Mad? What! Why would I be mad? Sweetheart, this is amazing!" He said excitedly. "God, I can't believe this… I mean, the timing could be better, but still, babe..." he stopped. "Is this why you've been acting so weird lately? You're not happy about this?"
"I am. It's just… I don't know…"
"Scary?"
"Yeah," you whispered, looking him in the eyes.
He nodded, a silent understanding shared between you. "It's gonna be okay. I promise," he said as he kissed your lips. He kneeled in front of you with both knees, tucking your shirt up and gently kissing your stomach. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad." He whispered, voice strained from the shock of it all. He stood up and spun you again, making you yelp. "Steve, god, you're gonna give me a concussion." He chuckled. "Wait. What are we gonna name it?" He asked in a serious tone.
"Steve, we don't even know the gender." You tried to sound serious, but could not hold back the chuckle.
"Yes, but we have to be ready for both. What if they're twins, or triplets, or... WE should make a list."
"God, no."
Steve laughed at your terrified face.
"The kids are gonna freak out," he mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You groaned. "Oh god, they totally will."
"How are we gonna tell them?"
"We. Aren't. Telling. Anybody. Yet." You stated with a stern tone.
"Okay. I mean, it's your call, whenever you're ready."
"Robin knows," you said.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course, she does. I can't believe you told her BEFORE ME," he whined, making you laugh.
You sighed, dropping onto Steve's bed. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
"So when do you think it happened?" Steve asked as he dropped next to you.
"What?"
"One of my swimmers winning the race," he said matter-of-factly.
"God Steve, you disgust me."
"Oh, do I now?" He said as he wrapped your arms around your waist, plastering kisses on your collarbone. "I didn't disgust you when I-" he was silenced by the pillow that you threw at his face.
--
Steve was hugging you from behind while you were making coffee. His head was in the crook of your neck, and his hands were tightly secured around your waist. Suddenly, an urge to puke hit you. You tried to slip out of his hold, but Steve was oblivious to your struggle.
"STEVE, LET ME GO," you yelled at him, and he eased his hold. You ran to the bathroom, Steve's footsteps following you behind. He held your hair as you emptied your stomach in the toilet.
You hated how this had become a routine for you: You would throw up, and Steve would caress your back, whispering encouragements. You hated how queasy you had become. You felt like shit 24/7.
"I feel disgusting," you told Steve, as you wiped your mouth.
"Hey. Don't say that." He said sternly.
"I mean… aren't you disgusted? You don't have to follow me every time I throw up, Steve."
Steve rubbed your back, looking at you sympathetically. "There's not a single thing about you that I find disgusting, honey." He said, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not doing anything I don't wanna do, so don't ever think that again," he replied as he kissed your forehead. You sighed contentedly and smiled sweetly at him. What did you do to deserve him?!
You brushed your teeth thoroughly. Steve was there the whole time telling you about something Dustin had said and how ridiculous it was.
When you finished cleaning up, you went back to the kitchen, sipping the coffee you had made earlier. Steve looked like he was deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked.
Steve smiled. "Nothing, I just want this whole thing to end soon."
"The Vecna stuff?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, the Vecna stuff." He said, playing with your hair. You hummed.
"We should get married," he said suddenly.
"Get married?" you looked up at him.
"Yeah. Would you?"
"Would I?"
"Would you marry me?"
"Hmm, let me think." You put on a thinking face. Steve opened his mouth, feigning hurt. "I really don't know, Steve, you do have some bad habits."
He scoffed. "Bad habits? Like what, huh?"
"First of all, you drool when you sleep…"
Steve lunged at you and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You screamed. "Steve, put me down!"
He was not having it. He walked to the bedroom and placed you on your bed, hovering above you. "So, I drool?" he asked.
"YES! You do!" you replied.
He smirked devilishly.
"No!" You whispered loudly, realizing what he was scheming, but before you could finish your sentence, he started tickling you. You giggled, trying to escape his hold, but he was too strong. "STEVE," you yelled. "Oh my god, Steve."
"Take your words back."
"Okay, OKAYYY! I take it back!" You shouted, nearly out of breath.
He stopped and looked you in the eyes. You playfully hit him in the chest, trying to hide from his intense gaze.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
You smiled back at him. "So are you." He huffed in response.
"I love you, Stevie, and I'd love to marry you after all of this is over," you told him.
He smiled at your words. “I love you more.”
"Promise that we're gonna survive this together,” you breathed.
pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
word count: 4k
summary: When you realize you're pregnant, your world is turned upside-down. You find yourself stepping back, pulling away from him, because how could you possibly tell him now? And yet, every time you see him, a tiny spark of hope fights its way through the panic, whispering that maybe he’ll understand.
warnings: miscommunication, angst, sad!Steve, pregnancy, fluff, Steve is the sweetest boy, happy ending.
You loved Steve.
Steve loved you.
It was that simple. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the way he pinched his nose when he was annoyed.
Your friends noticed the signs way before you did. They always knew that your friendship with Steve ran deeper than you admitted to. When you announced that you were officially dating 3 years ago, no one was surprised. "It's about time. It was getting really pathetic, dingus," Robin had said.
Steve was always sweet to you. He always made sure that you felt loved and needed. Sure, you had days when you would bicker, when Steve's jealousy would get the best of him and make him act selfishly. When you just got mad at him because he looked at you weirdly. But everybody had those days. Steve knew you would do anything for him, and you knew he would put his life over yours without even thinking twice.
When you took the pregnancy test you didn't expect the two red lines staring back at you. Robin was there, supporting you. You had broken down in her arms, making her promise that she would not tell a single soul. You felt torn inside. No matter how hard you tried, you were unable to tell Steve that you were pregnant with his child.
--
You were not planning on having a kid - at least not now - and the secret weighed heavily on your mind, making you feel more isolated amid the chaos of Vecna's threat. You and Steve often talked about the future, about traveling the world with your six little nuggets, but that was meant to be a distant possibility.
Steve sensed something was wrong. You had been avoiding him like he was the plague lately. He did not know what he did wrong. He tried talking to you when you were not busy making plans for the crawls, but you shut him out every time. Steve was getting desperate. A part of him was missing, and he didn't even know how it had happened.
--
You were curled up on your couch, wearing Steve's shirt and watching a shitty sitcom. Pregnancy was already kicking your ass. You felt horrible. You were throwing up almost every day and couldn't keep anything down.
Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. You groaned, too lazy to stand up from the comfort of your sofa. When the knocking did not stop, you realized you had no way but to answer it.
Steve was standing awkwardly in your doorway. He was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Steve?" You said his name instinctively, not expecting to see him today. He was supposed to be helping Robin with her new job at the Squawk.
"Hey! I thought I'd check on you. I haven't seen you in a while." He smiled sheepishly, looking you in the eyes.
"Steve, you saw me yesterday," you sighed, shaking your head. You knew Steve was clingy. That was clear even before you started dating, and you did not mind his clinginess at all. Actually, you loved that about him, but lately, you felt so overwhelmed by everything. You did not want him to suspect anything, and his constant clinginess was complicating matters.
You knew, Steve knew something was up. And you knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.
"Exactly," Steve answered. "You're acting like I can't miss my girlfriend or something."
You sighed again. "Am not." He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Come in," you decided to invite him in. "Are those for me?" you motioned to the flowers.
"Ye- yeah, of course." He answered quickly. He was looking at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
You took it from him, smiling despite yourself. "Thanks, Stevie."
"Sure thing," he answered with a wave of his hand.
The room was uncharacteristically quiet. You decided to put the flowers in the vase to escape the suffocating awkwardness that was in the air.
Steve was hunched over the kitchen cabinet, watching your every move with big, puppy eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was careful not to frighten you with his words.
"So how was the last crawl?" You started, desperate to fill the awkward silence. You had not gone to the last crawl because of the fatigue, and Robin had assured you they could manage without you.
"It was good," he said, nodding at himself, lips stretched in a line. "Really good. There's one tomorrow, you should come."
"Uh, yeah, sure," you answered half-heartedly.
He leaned closer towards you, putting his hand on your arm softly. You could feel your heart rate speeding up as the action unfolded. What was wrong with you?!
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He started.
"Of course, Steve." You murmured. You wanted to get out of this situation quickly, unable to lie under his gaze.
Steve clicked his tongue, pulling his hand away from your arm to hold your palms. "You've been acting distant lately. You sure you okay, sweetie?" You seriously hated the puppy eyes he was giving you.
You sighed, wanting to tell him everything so desperately. Yet, you could not. You were scared. Terrified of what it would mean, of how he would react. You did not want him to freak out. You figured a supernatural hellhole being open in your town was enough. You did not want to be another one of Steve's worries. You could not be the reason he lost his concentration.
"I'm okay," you tried to sound firm.
He cupped your face carefully.
"I miss you, baby," he breathed out.
You pulled away from him, like you were splashed with cold water. You could not be intimate with him anymore, not without you breaking down completely.
"Please, sweetheart, just tell me what's wrong," he strolled towards you again, not letting you leave. "Did I do something wrong? Is it because I used your last hairspray?"
You rolled your eyes. He was so ridiculous.
"Listen, I am sorry, okay? I will buy you a new one, I swear-"
"Steve, stop!" You said, your voice coming out higher than you intended. "It's not that! It's- it's just- I'm just tired, okay? I need some space." You started pacing.
"Space?" He asked, dumbfounded, like it was the first time he heard that word. "But it's been weeks, baby. You've been acting so weird… "he said, placing his hands on your waist. You stepped back.
"Stop, just stop, Steve. I can't do this right now," you breathed, going towards your front door and opening it. "You need to leave."
Steve's face dropped instantly, not expecting you to be so harsh. "What?" He stayed frozen in place.
"Leave! You need to leave." You repeated, trying to keep your tears at bay.
He slowly stepped towards the door, as if in disbelief, hurt evident on his face. "Okay, I am leaving," he said in a small voice.
You shut the door and slid down, face in your hands. It was breaking your heart to treat him like this, but you thought that was the only logical way.
You tried to calm yourself, taking deep breaths. When the tears finally stopped, you went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
"It's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be okay." You promised yourself, looking at your tear-stained face.
You seriously hated this.
--
The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. You rubbed your eyes, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed.
"Hi?" You answered groggily.
"Wakey, wakey, dingus." You heard Robin's overly excited voice over the phone. You groaned. You loved Robin, but she could be annoying, especially when she woke you up at 8 in the morning. "…So yeah, we think we are close, like really close, dingus. This could be it. You should come today." She blubbered. "Oh, and if you think about ditching me, I will be dragging you there PHYSICALLY, got it?"
"Ugh, Robin. Fine, I'll come. Just stop rambling."
“Per-fect.” She shouted victoriously.
You chuckled and hung up the phone, already dreading today's meeting. You hadn't seen Steve after the 'incident'. Five days had gone by. He had tried calling you, but you did not answer, not knowing what to say. Still, you knew you had to face him at some point, so it might've as well been today.
You sighed and decided to take a shower.
Surprisingly, you felt better after the shower. Better than the last few weeks. You decided to make an effort to at least look presentable. You tied your hair in a messy updo and put on your favorite pair of jeans and Steve's hoodie. You were ready to go.
You heard honking in your driveway. Confused, you went to the porch and saw Steve's car. Robin was in the front seat. Of course, she told him that you were going today. You weighed your options. It's not like you owned a car. A ride would be nice. With that thought, you hopped into the backseat.
"Hey," you greeted them, trying to sound normal.
"Hi," they said simultaneously.
"You can sit in the front, sweetie. Robin can move." Steve offered, looking back at you. He was acting as if nothing had happened, but you did not dare bring it up.
"Hey, I can hear you," Robin protested, breaking you out of your thoughts. Steve shrugged meekly. You huffed a smile.
"It's okay, Steve, just drive."
He didn't argue and reversed quickly to drive away.
Two hours had passed after you arrived at your destination. It was total chaos. Nancy was still going over the plan. Mike was disagreeing with her, and Robin was arguing with Dustin about something.
The energy you felt at the start of the day had long left you. Now you were feeling worn out like somebody had beaten you. Steve was sitting next to you with a hand on your waist. It made you feel better.
"You okay?" He asked, tightening his hand around you.
"Yeah?" You answered, but it came out like a question.
"You look really pale."
You shrugged. "Just stressed about the crawl." That was not a total lie. However, you were more worried about the nausea hitting you in waves. You prayed it would go away.
"Steve." His attention instantly snapped to you.
"Yeah?"
"m'sorry," you said, licking your dry lips.
"For what, hun?"
"Y'know… for kicking you out of my house. That was rude."
"I know you didn't mean it." He said, looking you straight in the eyes now. "You didn't, right?" He tried not to let his fear show in his voice.
"No, no, I didn't. Sorry, I was so harsh."
Steve finally breathed out. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's fine." Steve sighed, not knowing if he was comforting you or himself. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and tried to focus on the plan.
You were sure the day couldn't get worse after listening to Nancy and Mike argue for 10 minutes straight. You were wrong. You felt the nausea hit you like an avalanche. You stood up abruptly and went towards the bathroom to minimize the chances of embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.
To your luck, Steve had followed you in the hallway.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his face crumpled in a worried expression.
"Nothing, just need to use the bathroom." You blubbered quickly, not slowing down.
"You sure you're fine? You look REALLY sick."
“Okay, ow.” You shot him a look.
"I mean no- beautiful. You look beautiful. But your lips are pale, and you are pale, and it's-"
You quickly ran to the bathroom, not being confident in your ability to not throw up in the hallway.
Steve had just entered when you puked in the toilet. He held your hair as he caressed your back.
"It's okay," Steve whispered. "Maybe you have food poisoning?"
You hummed, flushing the toilet.
"I'll take you home," he offered, towering over you.
"I'm fine."
"I WILL drag you out if I have to," he warned you, raising his index finger.
Oh boy.
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The next few days went by monotonously. Robin had come to your house multiple times. She complained about how you and Steve needed to communicate better and that she was tired of Steve whining about you giving him the cold shoulder. "He deserves to know the truth. He told me, and I quote, "I think she just got tired of me, Robin. She doesn't love me anymore," said Robin. She begged you to talk to him. Your heart broke at her words. Did Steve really think that you had forgotten him?! You considered her words carefully, deciding to finally tell Steve the truth, no matter the consequences.
Today was the day. You could feel it. You put on some clothes and decided to go to the radio station in hopes of finally talking to Steve.
You took your mom's car. The ride was refreshing, helping you clear your thoughts. When you arrived, you sighed deeply, promising yourself that you would not back down this time.
As you turned the corner inside the building, you stilled. You found Robin and Vicky hunched against a table, making out.
"Oh my god, sorry." You fumbled. You knew about their relationship, but seeing your best friend's tongue in Vicky's mouth felt weird. "I was looking for Stev-" you tried to change the subject.
"He was gonna go in his room," Robin yelled before you could finish the sentence. You nodded, giving her an awkward smile and a thumbs-up.
You walked through the corridors you had become familiar with and stopped as you approached Steve's room. You raised your arm to knock, but your confidence was fleeting by the second. At last, you brought your fist to his door, but to your surprise, you got no answer. You decided to crack the door open.
"Steve?"
Steve was lying on his back, mouth open, and hair ruffled all over his face. He was deep in sleep. You smiled to yourself. He looked so sweet. You sat at the edge of his bed. Your hand was hovering near his face, not wanting to wake him up. Still, you could not withstand the temptation to put his hair out of his eyes. His hair was soft in your hands. You let your fingers run over his face, stroking his cheek. Steve's eyes fluttered. He shifted a bit in his bed and sat up when he saw your face. "Oh- hi. What are you doing here?"
"Sorry. I should've totally called before I came." You rubbed your forehead.
"No, no. Just… is everything alright? Nothing bad happened, right?" He said, as he sat up next to you, his feet now on the floor.
"Everything's fine. I just- I…" you sighed, not being able to word your thoughts. You put your head in your hands, frustrated at yourself.
"I just wanted you to know that it's not true."
"What's not true?"
"That I don't love you anymore. That's not true." Your heart was beating so loud, you feared you would have a heart attack.
"Oh," he said, looking at the floor. "Robin told you that?"
"Yeah," you said, playing with your fingers. Silence settled in the room. None of you dared to speak for a moment.
It's not?" his voice finally broke the silence.
"No."
"So you love me still?" Steve tried not to sound desperate, but he knew he was a lost cause.
"I love you. Always will." You breathed out shakily, wanting to kiss all his doubts away.
He smiled softly at your words and sighed. "I'm so glad you said that, baby."
He pulled you into his chest, hugging your waist tightly. You melted into the hug, feeling like you could finally breathe again. Your nose settled into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
"Steve…" you started, not knowing where you were going with this. You blinked rapidly, desperately trying not to cry. But it was too late. A quiet sniffle outed you.
Steve stiffened immediately.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He tried pulling away to look at you, but you tightened your hold on him and pulled him impossibly closer. He held you like that, caressing your head gently. You cried in his arms for what felt like eternity, unable to contain yourself.
Steve finally pulled you from him with an effort and took your face in his hands. "Baby, talk to me, please." He said as he wiped away your pouring tears. "Whatever it is. We will figure it out together, yeah?" You nodded, unable to speak yet. "Yeah, good. Just breathe with me, okay?" He said as he placed your head on his chest. His heartbeat calmed you down, and your breathing evened out a bit. "Good. Good girl, baby," Steve murmured sweet encouragements in your ear. You wiped your eyes and sniffled, exhaling shakily. "Promise you won't be mad." You started.
"I promise, baby." He nodded frantically.
You stood up from the bed, unable to sit still. Steve followed, putting his hands on your hips and hugging you from behind. You turned around in his hold to face him.
"Steve I- it's… I've been feeling weird lately."
Steve's face fell. "Weird?" He questioned.
"Yeah, like constantly feeling tired and nauseous and just I- I hate this."
"Okay... have you been to the doctor?" Steve questioned with a worried expression.
"No... I-"
"Then we should go! Right now!" he stated.
"No... just listen to me, Steve," you started. "I thought l was just stressed, y'know, from all the crawls and plans and..." you shook your head. Steve was gazing at you intensely. "But the nausea, it's just... I mean, I can't eat anything, and then I told Robin, and she said that maybe I was pregnant," you sighed, running your hands through your hair. "I took a pregnancy test, just to rule it out and..." You looked at your hands, unable to hold eye contact.
Steve stilled, even holding his breath for a second. A realization hit him, leaving him unable to form cohesive sentences. "You're… pregnant?" He asked quietly.
"Yes." You sighed, hugging yourself to calm your nerves.
"How… I- are you sure?"
"Yes," you repeated.
"Oh my god," he said as he put his hands on his head. "Oh my god."
Steve was utterly stunned. As quick as lightning, he rushed to you and spun you in his arms. You hugged him tightly, tearing up again.
"You're not mad?" you questioned quietly.
He put you down.
"Mad? What! Why would I be mad? Sweetheart, this is amazing!" He said excitedly. "God, I can't believe this… I mean, the timing could be better, but still, babe..." he stopped. "Is this why you've been acting so weird lately? You're not happy about this?"
"I am. It's just… I don't know…"
"Scary?"
"Yeah," you whispered, looking him in the eyes.
He nodded, a silent understanding shared between you. "It's gonna be okay. I promise," he said as he kissed your lips. He kneeled in front of you with both knees, tucking your shirt up and gently kissing your stomach. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad." He whispered, voice strained from the shock of it all. He stood up and spun you again, making you yelp. "Steve, god, you're gonna give me a concussion." He chuckled. "Wait. What are we gonna name it?" He asked in a serious tone.
"Steve, we don't even know the gender." You tried to sound serious, but could not hold back the chuckle.
"Yes, but we have to be ready for both. What if they're twins, or triplets, or... WE should make a list."
"God, no."
Steve laughed at your terrified face.
"The kids are gonna freak out," he mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You groaned. "Oh god, they totally will."
"How are we gonna tell them?"
"We. Aren't. Telling. Anybody. Yet." You stated with a stern tone.
"Okay. I mean, it's your call, whenever you're ready."
"Robin knows," you said.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course, she does. I can't believe you told her BEFORE ME," he whined, making you laugh.
You sighed, dropping onto Steve's bed. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
"So when do you think it happened?" Steve asked as he dropped next to you.
"What?"
"One of my swimmers winning the race," he said matter-of-factly.
"God Steve, you disgust me."
"Oh, do I now?" He said as he wrapped your arms around your waist, plastering kisses on your collarbone. "I didn't disgust you when I-" he was silenced by the pillow that you threw at his face.
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Steve was hugging you from behind while you were making coffee. His head was in the crook of your neck, and his hands were tightly secured around your waist. Suddenly, an urge to puke hit you. You tried to slip out of his hold, but Steve was oblivious to your struggle.
"STEVE, LET ME GO," you yelled at him, and he eased his hold. You ran to the bathroom, Steve's footsteps following you behind. He held your hair as you emptied your stomach in the toilet.
You hated how this had become a routine for you: You would throw up, and Steve would caress your back, whispering encouragements. You hated how queasy you had become. You felt like shit 24/7.
"I feel disgusting," you told Steve, as you wiped your mouth.
"Hey. Don't say that." He said sternly.
"I mean… aren't you disgusted? You don't have to follow me every time I throw up, Steve."
Steve rubbed your back, looking at you sympathetically. "There's not a single thing about you that I find disgusting, honey." He said, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not doing anything I don't wanna do, so don't ever think that again," he replied as he kissed your forehead. You sighed contentedly and smiled sweetly at him. What did you do to deserve him?!
You brushed your teeth thoroughly. Steve was there the whole time telling you about something Dustin had said and how ridiculous it was.
When you finished cleaning up, you went back to the kitchen, sipping the coffee you had made earlier. Steve looked like he was deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked.
Steve smiled. "Nothing, I just want this whole thing to end soon."
"The Vecna stuff?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, the Vecna stuff." He said, playing with your hair. You hummed.
"We should get married," he said suddenly.
"Get married?" you looked up at him.
"Yeah. Would you?"
"Would I?"
"Would you marry me?"
"Hmm, let me think." You put on a thinking face. Steve opened his mouth, feigning hurt. "I really don't know, Steve, you do have some bad habits."
He scoffed. "Bad habits? Like what, huh?"
"First of all, you drool when you sleep…"
Steve lunged at you and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You screamed. "Steve, put me down!"
He was not having it. He walked to the bedroom and placed you on your bed, hovering above you. "So, I drool?" he asked.
"YES! You do!" you replied.
He smirked devilishly.
"No!" You whispered loudly, realizing what he was scheming, but before you could finish your sentence, he started tickling you. You giggled, trying to escape his hold, but he was too strong. "STEVE," you yelled. "Oh my god, Steve."
"Take your words back."
"Okay, OKAYYY! I take it back!" You shouted, nearly out of breath.
He stopped and looked you in the eyes. You playfully hit him in the chest, trying to hide from his intense gaze.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
You smiled back at him. "So are you." He huffed in response.
"I love you, Stevie, and I'd love to marry you after all of this is over," you told him.
He smiled at your words. “I love you more.”
"Promise that we're gonna survive this together,” you breathed.
Pairing: John Murphy x reader
Summary: When you publicly humiliate John Murphy, he plans to make you pay. However, things take different turn, when unresolved feelings awake.
Warnings: 18+ only! Dom!Murphy, kissing, bit of degradation, pet names, knife play, biting, fingering, loss of virginity, P in V, creampie…
Word count: 1.9k
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It was a known fact that you and Murphy hated each other more than anything. It was like a tradition for you two to fight every day. Today was no exception. You were minding your business when Murphy felt the need to ruin your peaceful solitude. He started taunting you for no reason, and he even went as far as bringing your best friend Bellamy into the argument.
“Don’t you feel pathetic when you see him fucking Roma after he is done with you?”
That was uncalled for. You and Bellamy were strictly platonic. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more. That is why you landed a punch on his face without thinking twice. He fell on his ass from the unexpected motion, making the newly gathered crowd laugh. Bellamy quickly de-escalated the situation, but not before Murphy spat a ridiculous amount of threats at you. ‘Insane individual’ you thought to yourself.
In the evening, you took a walk in the forest, completely forgetting the incident that had happened earlier, as fighting with Murphy was already a casualty for you.
You were about to turn back for Octavia when someone covered your mouth. A strong arm enveloped your waist, and you were unable to move or scream. You tried to kick the attacker, but to no avail. He was stronger than you.
“Stop fucking kicking me!" he shouted. Oh. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Of course, it was Murphy. Your destined enemy. He had followed you into the woods.
He pulled away his hand from your mouth, quickly pressing the cold knife on your throat before you could scream.
“Don’t even think about screaming,” he said coldly. You shuddered. Who knew how far this crazy son of a bitch would go to prove his point?! “Got it?” When all he got for an answer was your nod, he smirked. “Good girl.”
He manhandled you, pressing your backside against a nearby tree, the knife still to your throat. You were looking at him with so much hatred that you would not be surprised if he dropped dead.
“Not so brave now, are you?”
His voice was making you violent. You kicked him in the groin as hard as possible. The unexpected kick made him loosen his grip on the knife, but he quickly gained composure.
“Wrong move,” he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He quickly turned you around and painfully pressed your front against the rough surface of the tree. You were sandwiched between his hard chest and the tree. "Oww, that hurts," you groaned, but that only fueled him further as he pressed his hips against you even more. “Good. I want it to hurt.”
You were helpless. You could not overpower him, no matter how hard you tried. “When Bellamy hears about this, he’s gonna make you pay.” You tried to intimidate him. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control, but what else could you do?!
Suddenly, you felt the cold tip of the knife pressing against your cheek. He teased you, moving it across your cheekbone and towards your lips. “IF Bellamy hears about this doll.” You moved your hips, trying to free yourself, but you stopped as soon as you felt his hardened penis pressing against you.
“Murphy I-“
He shushed you. Inching his face even closer to yours and biting your neck. You tried to compose yourself, but you could not stiffen a moan when he sucked particularly hard on your pulse point. “Just like that. Ohh, baby, you are so responsive.”
"Murphy, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” You tried to reason.
“Oh, but we are.” He responded, leaving no room for an argument. He continued kissing and biting your neck, no doubt leaving marks behind. He trailed kisses down your shoulder as he opened the zipper of your leather top, leaving you in just a bra. He unclasped it easily, roughly kissing your neck.
“Turn around,” he ordered. You hesitantly did so, your cheeks reddening.
“Shit,” he whistled lowly as he took in the sight of you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from his gaze, but he caught your hands. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. You were talking big just a minute ago.” He said with a sinister look in his eyes. He quickly took your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it.
“Fuckkk.” You moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as his hands and teeth twisted and bit your nipples. “Fuckk fuck fuck, John,” you were a whimpering mess. He hummed against your chest, planting a final kiss as he looked up at you. His blue eyes were darker than ever, filled with lust.
“Shit baby, you are a mess, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” He chuckled when he heard no response from you. “No sneaky responses? What did you do to the girl I knew and loved?”
“Loved?” You questioned without thinking.
“Just a saying. Don’t let that get to your head, babe.”
You scoffed, offended by his words, for whatever reason. Did you actually expect him to be gentle with you? This was John Murphy, your sworn enemy, and you were about to fuck him. Shit.
“Shit,“ but before you could finish your sentence, Murphy kissed you again. He was rougher this time, more passionate. You parted your lips, and he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath.
“Don’t think, baby. I know you want me, so stop fighting it. Just trust me." He placed his large palm on your lower belly, trailing his fingers further down.
“I’ve never had sex before.” You blurted out.
He stilled and looked you in the eyes.
“What?”
Damn. That was a reaction. You tried to avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too bare.
“Well, shit. That explains the attitude. Maybe you just need someone to dick you down so you can finally stop being a fucking bitch.” He spat.
“Fuck you, Murphy, you fucking asshole.”
He chuckled darkly.
"Oh, you will, baby; don’t be so eager.”
He opened the button on your shorts and helped you get out of them. You were just in your panties now, feeling the light breeze on your bare body. He pressed his palm on your pussy, stroking your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your lace panties. “John,” you moaned.
“Yeah, baby? Want me to stop?” He teased you, looking at you with innocent eyes.
“No.” You almost screamed, making him smirk. That egoistic asshole. Suddenly, he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. His one hand was holding your waist, and his other was massaging your pussy lips.
You grabbed his shoulders roughly to help balance your already wobbly legs.
"God, baby, you are so wet. If you wanted to be fucked this badly, all you had to do was ask.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps awake on your skin. His middle finger slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp. He bit down on the meeting point of your neck and shoulder as his finger slowly filled your cunt.
“Oh my god, John.” You moaned. He quickly pushed his ring finger inside you, the sudden sensation making you jolt. He held down your hips with his other hand so that you could not move.
"Fuckk, I feel so full,” you continued blubbering without a coherent thought in your mind.
“Yeah?” He questioned, as he scissored you. “Think you can take another?”
You moaned at his words. “Don’t know,” you answered truthfully.
"Sure, you can. You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You nodded eagerly, unsure where the urge to please him was coming from. He added his index finger, stretching you out further. You felt so unbelievably stretched that you weren’t sure if you would be able to take his dick. He fastened the pace, fingering you hard. You screamed when he curved his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb was circling your clit.
“I think I’m close,” you told him.
“Good,” he whispered against your ear, biting your already bruised neck. “Go on, cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your walls pulse.” His words, along with his brutal pace, put you on the edge. You came hard, not being able to control your moans. When you came down from your high, you could see John staring at you.
“You are so sexy.” He said with a smirk.
He started unbuttoning his pants, and you were about to get on your knees when he stopped you.
“Shit princess, I’d love to see you choke on my cock, but I promised to fuck that attitude out of you.”
You shivered at his words. He finally freed his cock, letting it spring free. It hit his navel. He was bigger than you imagined. You opened your mouth in surprise, almost drooling at the sight.
“Like what you see?”
You looked at him with lustful eyes. “Just fuck me already.”
"Mmm, alright,” he sensually kissed your lips as he entered you. You bit his lip hard as the stretch from his dick hurt you.
"Fuuckkk, you are so big.” He moaned at your words. You screamed as he bottomed out. He pulled out quickly, leaving just the tip, only to push inside again with brutal strength.
“Oh my god, I can't,“ but he shushed you. He was kissing you everywhere, and his hands were gripping your waist so hard that you were sure it would bruise. You felt so overwhelmed. He was everywhere. His dick was so deep inside you that you were worried about your internal organs. His scent was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy.
“Come on, baby, cum on my dick,” he moaned into your ear. He put his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. He fastened his pace, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You fell apart on his dick; the intensity of the second orgasm made tears fall from your eyes. He came after you, not bothering to pull out. You were shaking, barely able to stand. He put his head on your chest, breathing heavily.
“So I was your first?”
You nodded slightly.
“You liked it?” He questioned, and you hummed, too spent out to form a sentence. “Fucked you so hard you forgot to speak or what?”
You punched his shoulder lightly, not appreciating the joke. He kissed both your cheeks softly and gently pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care.
“I liked it,” you said quietly.
“What? Could you say that louder?” He said, teasingly looking down at you as he stood tall, fully dressed. He helped you clean up with surprising softness.
“You cannot tell anyone about this, Murphy.” You voiced your concern.
“And why would I do that, baby?” He inched closer, fixing your messy hair.
“Promise me.” You whispered.
“I promise.” He answered you truthfully, zipping your leather top. “Sorry for what I said earlier about Bellamy.”
Summary: Anakin gets jealous when he sees you talking to Obi-wan.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: 18+ only! Mean!Anakin, choking, inappropriate use of force, spanking, bit of degradation, pet names, overstimulation, P in V, creampie, aftercare.
It wasn’t a surprising fact that Anakin was a jealous person. Growing up with nothing, he liked to know that he had something that was truly his. In this case you. He had been obsessed with you from the moment he first saw you. At first, he tried so hard not to break the Jedi code, but you just would not leave his mind. It all started with stolen kisses that seemed harmless back then. Anakin had a strong willpower and he would not let you break down his walls so easily. Or so he thought… Well, here you were now.
Your relationship was complicated, to say the least. Since both of you were Jedi, you were prohibited from attachment. That did not stop you from sneaking into each other’s rooms at night, when everyone was asleep though.
Obi-wan had just returned from the mission, so like a good friend, you decided to greet him. It was nothing special, just you making sure he was okay, and him cracking jokes about how Anakin was staring daggers at him.
You had not told Obi-Wan about your secret relationship with his apprentice, but it did not take a detective to figure it out. If he knew, He was quiet about it. Though, you knew he was against Anakin breaking the rules.
He would often try to get Anakin to open up about you, but he never succeeded. Anakin thought that Obi-Wan was secretly in love with you, and no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he just cared about you as a friend, he just would not accept that. For this reason, any mention of your name from his master got him irritated.
“If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.” Obi-Wan’s voice broke you out of your thoughts
“Huh?” You replied, not realizing what he was hinting at.
“Anakin. He has been staring at me like he wants to murder me since I got here.” He explained.
“Oh,” You feigned innocence. “Is there a reason for that? Did you fight over something or-” Your blurt was cut short when you felt a cold metallic hand on your shoulder. It was Anakin.
“Your master is looking for you.” He said in a cold tone, not even looking at your face.
“What? I was just with him and he said I was free-”
“Well, you can just go and check it out since you don’t have anything better to do anyway.” He replied sarcastically, staring at Obi-Wan, who was just looking at you two, clearly amused.
You rolled your eyes, irritated at his tone. He spoke like the whole damn galaxy belonged to him.
“Well, see you later, then.” You told Obi-Wan, happy that his interrogation about you and Anakin was over, but annoyed about your master.
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It was already evening now. After you found out that your master was gone on a mission, and there was no way he could have wanted to see you, you were fuming. Anakin had once again lied to you and you believed it, without a doubt. You were sick of this. You were sick of his little games, and this was the last straw. That is why you decided that it was a good idea to go to his headquarters at a late hour and confront him.
You harshly opened his door, not bothering to knock. The room was dark and if you did not feel him in the force, you could have thought that he was not there.
“Anakin?” You harshly called out. He did not reply.
Once your eyes got used to the darkness, you could make out a figure standing. He was looking out of the window.
“Stop ignoring me. You are acting like a child,” you started.
You saw him turn around and heard a low chuckle, which sent goosebumps down your spine.
“Am I?” He said calmly, a little too calmly for your liking.
You turned on the bedroom lamp to see him better, the warm lightning making his face more angelic than ever. Has he always been this beautiful?
“Why did you lie to me?” You felt the anger rushing back to your body. “Do you think that you can just manipulate me at any moment? You think that I’m- I-,” You knew that you were shouting at him, but you did not care.
“That you are what?” Anakin asked.
You did not reply, not being able to form a sentence from the anger.
Anakin looked down at you, staring into your eyes. “That you are a dumb little bitch, who would let anyone touch her? Would you let Obi-Wan touch you the way I do, huh? Would you let him fuck you?” His voice was laced with venom.
Your face turned red from anger, did he really think so low of you?
0You did not realize what was happening when you slapped him in the face with all your strength. The slap echoed in the silence of the room.
Anakin touched his face where you had slapped him, looking down at you with a sinister gaze. He grabbed your arms, roughly shoving you into the wall.
“Do that again.” He growled in your ear. “I dare you to do that again and see what happens Y/N.” He repeated.
His body was against you, pressing you against the wall so you could not move. He let go of your arms, easily taking your wrists into his metallic hand and holding them behind your back.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Anakin grabbed your face with his flash hand, squeezing your cheeks roughly and making you tilt your head upwards so you could look at him.
“You do not talk back to me. You do what I tell you to do, and you never ever slap me again.” He lowered his head to your ear. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, making you wet. You were not gonna give in that easily, though. You were still so angry at him.
“Fuck you.” You said, looking at him straight in the eyes.
“Oh, you will sweetheart,” he replied.
“Fuck you Anakin,” You repeated. “You don’t tell me what to do. We aren’t even together.” You saw him clench his jaw at that. “I can do whatever I want to do. And if I want to fuck Obi-Wan, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do, or maybe I already did. Maybe I fuck him. What are you gonna do about it?” You heard him chuckle. That was not a good sign.
He suddenly stopped, turning ever so serious.
“You fuck him, huh? Is that true?” He questioned you and you could feel him trying to get in your mind with his force. You were not weak though, you were gonna resist.
“Maybe it is, so what?” Anakin did not seem amused anymore, he was staring down at you angrily, like a predator.
“Listen Ani…” you started to explain, not wanting to go too far when you felt a pressure on your throat. He was choking you with the force. You opened and closed your mouth, desperately trying to breathe, but Anakin did not seem fazed at all. He looked amused like this was entertaining to him. The pressure was only getting stronger and you felt the strength leaving your body.
“A-Anakin p-please,” you begged him.
He took advantage of your weakened state and forced his way into your mind. You felt him digging dip in your thoughts and only when you felt like passing out did he let go.
You fell on the floor, once his strong hands were not supporting your weight anymore. Your breaths came out shallow. Your throat was burning and you were almost shaking. You tried to stand up, but your legs felt like jelly.
Anakin came towards you and looked down at your disheveled state. “You are a bad girl. You know that, right?” He crouched down and touched your chin to make you look up at him. “Speak when you are spoken to,” he growled.
“I know.” You replied weakly.
“Good.” He sat on the bed. His legs were spread widely and you could see his sculpted chest from his half-open robe. “C’mere,” he said softly patting his lap.
You stood up and went towards him, standing between his legs. His head was at the level of your chest and you could see him looking at you passionately.
"Well, you need an invitation?” He tugged on your wrist making you sit on his lap. You could feel his hard dick pressing into your ass. “You were talking big just a few minutes ago. What happened? Cat got your tongue?” He was taunting you.
“Shut up, Anakin.” You managed to say.
“I’d watch my language if I were you, doll.” He replied and opened your shirt, tossing it on the floor. His flesh hand was wrapped around your waist tightly, so you could not move. You were not wearing a bra, so he did not waste any time. He started sucking and biting on your nipples, making you hiss. “ ‘M gonna need you to lie down with your ass up.” He said with a final slap on your hardened nipples.
“No, I don’t want to.” You protested.
“I never asked if you wanted it, now, did I?” He replied, hinting for you to lay down.
You did as you were told. You laid on his legs and arched your waist a bit. You knew what was gonna happen and you were guilty to admit that it excited you.
He lifted up your skirt and tore your soaked panties with his metallic hand. “Count,” he ordered and you knew better than to resist.
You could not stop yourself from screaming out when you felt his metallic hand connect with your bare ass. “fuck” you cursed.
“Watch your fucking language.” Anakin warned you. “And fucking count, do not make me say it again.”
“one,” you murmured. You could feel the smirk that was glued on his face. You jumped at every slap, your ass was stinging and you were sure it was bruised.
“Twenty,” Your eyes were tearing and you were breathing as if you ran a damn marathon.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, smoothing your reddened ass. He finally let you go. You were now sitting on his leg, his one hand around your waist again, his metallic one teasing your entrance. His cold fingers started circling your clit slowly.
“You are so damn wet. Does me spanking your ass turn you on?” You whimpered. “I asked you a question.”
“You turn me on Ani, no one else but you.” You tried to reach his face, but he roughly grabbed your hand. “You were such a bad girl, doll. You don’t get to touch me unless I say you can.” You sighed.
"On the bed now! On your knees.” He ordered. You did as you were told, getting on your knees on the bed and arching your back. You could hear him taking off his clothes and you involuntarily clenched your legs together, getting even wetter if that was possible.
He grabbed your hair, shoving you down on the bed so you could not move. You could feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance and you closed your eyes, getting ready for the sensation.
His metallic hand was on your hip, his grip so hard that you were sure it would bruise. He slammed his hips into yours, entering you in one swift motion, without a warning. You yelped, trying to pull your head up a bit, but his grip was stronger, not letting you move.
“Shit,” he moaned, fastening the pace.
“Ani, slow down, please,” You begged, but to no avail.
“Shut your mouth” he growled, making you clench around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight." Both of you were moaning in sync.
“Ani, I’m close,” you moaned out, trying to hold your orgasm.
“Don’t fucking cum,” he ordered, emphasizing his words with a brutal slam of his hips.
You tried so hard not to, but it was too much. His big dick was hitting your cervix every time he moved his hips and the sounds he made were turning you on even more. With a loud moan, you came around his cock, your walls pulsating around his thick length.
“Shiiit,” he drawled. “I told you not to fucking cum, but you just don’t listen, do you?” He gripped your neck and pulled you up, pressing your back against his chest. The new position made his dick reach even further inside you and you were so full of him that you felt like passing out. His flash hand was around your neck, choking you. His other hand was massaging your breasts roughly. He was pounding into you like an animal in heat.
“A-Anakin, s’ too much, slow d-down.” Your eyes were filled with tears from the overstimulation. He was choking you so hard that you could hardly speak.
“Shut up,” he whispered in your ear, sucking on your pulse point. “Your heart is hammering doll, this must be hard for you.” He pointed out. You just moaned as an answer. “Being left at my mercy like this, not being able to resist me, to stop me,” he continued, tightening his grip on your throat even more.
He was everywhere, touching you in every place. It was all too much. You had no strength left. Your head was slumped against his shoulder and all you could do was moan. You could feel a heat gathering in your core again. You wished you could touch his face, but you knew better than that.
“You can touch me.” He whispered in your ear, biting on your earlobe.
“Get out of my head,” You panted, embarrassed that he knew what you were thinking about.
“Your thoughts are just too loud.” He smirked, snapping his hips harder into you.
You softly touched his face, your fingers tracing the scar on his eyebrow. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.
“Shit, me too,” Anakin agreed. He was still hammering into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.” You moaned at his words.
He tilted his head towards you and kissed you hungrily. His tongue was into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You bit his lip making him hiss.
“Tell me you love me.” He panted, looking at you with an intense gaze.
“I love you Anakin, more than anything. I really do.”
He closed his eyes, focusing on your words. “Say that again.”
“I love you so much,” you repeated, your cheeks reddening.
“You’re mine, only mine.” He moaned into your ear. you nodded.
“Say it.” He ordered.
“I’m yours Ani. I want only you, no one else, but you.” You could feel your walls clenching at the confessions. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first. Anakin followed you, his dick twitching, painting your walls white. He kissed you, swallowing your moans.
When he pulled out, you collapsed on the bed. You were so tired, that you could hardly open your eyes. You could feel the cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care. Anakin lay beside you. He was spooning you. Your back was against his bare chest and his hand was protectively wrapped around your waist. He started playing with your hair.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked in a low tone.
“No… well, yeah, but in a good way, I guess,” you replied. He hummed.
“I hate when you talk to him,” He confessed, hinting at the earlier conversation you had with Obi-Wan.
“I know, Ani, but he’s my friend. You can’t prohibit me from doing so.”
“yeah, I know,” he said and kissed your temple. “that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”
you sighed at his stubbornness.
“Next time though, if I see you chitchatting with him, I’m gonna fuck both your holes so hard that you won’t be walking for a week.”
“Is that a promise Skywalker?” You turned to him raising an eyebrow.
A/N: Part two? 👀 Also, requests are open so feel free to send some in...You can see who I write for in my masterlist. As always, feedback is appreciated.
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