about me: blaize | 25 | steve harrington lover | mike wheeler defender | baker | writer | student | hopeless romantic |
MASTERLIST
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL MAY
Steve Harrington:
The Things We Don't Say (18+) | Promise? to Leave the Window Cracked Open (18+) | Next Time? (18+) | Like a Random Tuesday in December (18+) | You Deserve Each Other (multi-parts 18+) | Let's Meet in the Middle | The Christmas Arrangement (multi-parts 18+) | It's Not Over Until It's Done | Catch Up, Harrington | I Think We're Alone Now | Still on the Line (18+)
RECENTS!
think of me
Desperado (18+)
Lessons in Chemistry (multi-parts 18+) No longer available
WIP:
WIP CALENDAR
don't kiss and tell (18+, frat boy! steve)
Celebration request (coming soon)
My fanfic recs tag (masterlist coming soon)
Others I Don't Write For
Healing Hands by the Fire (geralt of rivia 18+) | Sex With a Ghost (stephen strange 18+)
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fighting the monday blues with steve x single mom!reader thoughts...
i'm just thinking about reader who hasn't slept with anyone in... god, you can't even remember how long. life became work and daycare pickups and doctor's appointments and making sure you had dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets stocked in the freezer.
somewhere along the way, you stopped thinking about yourself as someone who could be wanted.
and then steve harrington happens.
this ridiculously handsome, ridiculously thoughtful guy who's technically a whole five years younger than you.
"what?" he'd laughed when you brought up the age difference. "c'mon, we're basically the same age."
easy for him to say when he looks like that.
you keep trying to convince yourself it would never work anyway. he's gorgeous, charming, effortlessly good with people. women probably throw themselves at him.
meanwhile, your life comes with baggage: a kid who isn't his and a calendar built around school drop-offs and bedtime routines.
you assume that, eventually, he'll realize this isn't the kind of life he pictured for himself.
except steve doesn't see a list of reasons why it won't work.
he sees you.
and then, somehow, before you can even process it, he's gone and won over your daughter too.
you find him sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, letting her attempt to braid his floppy hair while she giggles herself silly. she tugs a little too hard and he throws his head back dramatically.
“owww, you're so mean to me.”
she erupts into laughter, immediately asking if she can try again.
“i guess,” he sighs dramatically, “if i have to.”
those stupid, warm brown eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at your daughter, looking at her like she’s the most important person in the room.
which, to him, she is.
and so is her mom.
you keep waiting for the catch. for steve to realize there's a whole world beyond yours—a world where he gets to be young and carefree and unburdened, instead of choosing a life that already comes with so many responsibilities.
and every time he looks at you with that soft, awestruck expression, you have to look away because surely this isn’t real. no one has ever looked at you like that before.
yet despite your best efforts to push him away before things can get any more serious...
he gets you into bed.
it's terrifying.
you're more nervous than you've ever been with anyone—even more than your first time—because this isn't just about being physically vulnerable anymore.
it's the way he looks at you.
at the scars and stretch marks. the body that carried your daughter, that carried you through the hardest years of your life. the body you've spent the last decade treating like something practical, something that only mattered because it kept you moving.
never something to be cherished or wanted.
except steve doesn't look at you like that.
his gaze is nothing short of overwhelming.
there's an intensity to it that makes your heart stumble, something instinctive and undeniably hungry, but it's softened by so much warmth and affection that you can't bear to meet his eyes.
you glance away, folding your arms across your stomach and trying to make yourself a little smaller.
except steve won't let you disappear.
he waits.
gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, kisses your cheek while he’s got two fingers lazily fingering your pussy, stroking deep and knowing and good because “I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me, hm?”
and oh, did you mention he was hung, too?
stretches you to the limit every time. he can fuck you for hours, though he makes you come at least three times before he even thinks about pulling his dick out.
and when he tells you you're beautiful in bed with a completely straight face, you believe he means it.
it's not a line. he says it the way someone says the sky is blue.
like it's simply, undeniably true.
and he's just... too much.
because the men you've been with before never paid even a fraction of the attention he does. no one slowed down long enough to notice when you got tense, or checked in just because they wanted to know how you were feeling.
but steve does. constantly.
he notices every tiny shift in your expression, every shaky breath and every little gasp.
he's endlessly patient with you, spending hours on his knees at the foot of your bed, blinking up at you with his nose buried in your pussy. cheeks tinged pink, glistening with your slick, hair a complete mess because he'd wanted you to stop worrying about being so careful with him. because he'd wanted you to grip onto him and show him what felt good.
and the whole time, he's looking at you with this expression that's almost impossible to describe.
wonder and gratitude. a kind of open, wholehearted adoration that feels too big to hold.
like he's trying to memorize the details of this moment because he still can't believe he gets to love you.
and all you can think is...
how?
how could someone so kind, so heartbreakingly good, look at you like you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to him?
what you don't realize is that he looks at you and wonders the exact same thing.
your thighs were bracketing the muscle of steve’s bicep, one hand on the headboard to balance and the other running through his hair from where he was laid down under you on the bed.
steve’s big brown eyes had been locked on the sight, watching you grind your soaked pussy against his bicep for awhile now, and it didn’t take long for him to feel the same arousal you did.
“just so desperate for it, aren’t you?” steve cooed. your fingers were tangled tightly in his thick chestnut hair, eyes squeezed shut as he teased you with the filth of his words. one hand was wrapped tightly around his red and aching cock, he stroked slowly. letting the pleasure build until it bordered on pain.
steve told you he “wasn’t gonna fuck you tonight”, he said that he’d been giving his arms so much attention when it came to working out.. that he wanted some appreciation for it.
that’s how you ended up a whimpering mess on top of his bicep.
“feels so good, you’re getting soooo big.” you whined out, panting slightly.
“i know it does, all this muscle for my girl to play with. just for my pretty girl to get all dizzy on” his voice was soft and teasing, hypnotic in a way that felt like degrading love story.
you could feel your breath quickening as the desperation for pleasure grew. the sounds of your pussy rubbing against the muscle of his bicep were right by steve’s ear, and it made his grip on his cock tighten.
steve made the prettiest noises when he was getting himself off, brows all furrowed with whines and whimpers leaving his lips as he attempted to bite down to trap them. his cock was angled over his soft tummy, pre-cum leaking all down his lower stomach and into his happy trail.
his hand was moving lazily, because steve’s pleasure was second to you coming apart on top of him.
steves arm flexed against your pussy, his hand gently rubbing at your lower back to feel the heat on your skin.
“can’t think straight, can you? jus rubbing all over my arm like a good girl.” steve groaned
“mmmmph, please…please, steve. i wanna cum.” you begged softly, your body beginning to tremble as you fought the overwhelming urge to let go completely against him.
“nuh-uh, not yet. want it to hurt real good, baby.”
tears of frustration and overstimulation began to build in your eyes, and steve was mesmerized with how beautiful you looked because of it. all overstimulated and messy on his arm, grinding down desperately on top of his firm muscle.
“yeaaah, isn’t that nice? just taking it, feel how good i make you feel.”
you nodded eagerly, he made you feel so fucking good. overstimulation was something you craved from him when he was like this.
a choked gasp left your mouth as steve flexed his bicep again, pushing his arm further up against you. your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering before you could force yourself back into the slow grind.
“just a little more. show me how good you can be for me, baby. okay?” steve looked desperate. his eyes wide and soft, locked on your face as it began to contort in waves of euphoria.
“mhmmm, anything for you. i can be so good” you moaned out, the pleasure becoming more unbearable than before as he leaned his head over to trail open mouthed wet and hot kisses on your thighs.
“you wanna soak my arm? hm?” steve pressed gently
you’d been waiting, patiently for him to ask “please, god yes, yes i want to cum all over your arm.”
“go on, baby. give it to me”
you felt your body immediately speed up on his arm, the slow grind switching to something more frantic as you finally let your body find its release. your legs were trembling, and it felt like sparks were shooting through your veins as you came all over his bicep.
steve helped you lower yourself back onto the bed from his arm, his large hands running over your skin and digging into your flesh before he shifted on top of you.
he moved slowly as he pressed his hard cock against you, feeling your body twitch and hearing you whine against his shoulder at the sudden stretch of his tip against your entrance.
“gonna take care of you, yeah? show you how big i am everywhere.”
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