y

“oh, oh my, yes, yes please! I have to keep going. I’m about to cum. it’s gonna get all over your pretty little pussy.”

he learns all his dirty talk from the dirty movies they’ve watched too. apart from his instincts and his imagination, and of course all his grunts and movements were purely primal.

“it looks so big when you press it up against me. I don’t know how it’s gonna fit when we get married,” she gasps, watching him rut like a dog and how it goes past her belly button. it’s sloppy, slippery, jutting around from all the blood that’s filled up. his sac is even heavy against her too. the way it bounces against her hole, gives her another part of him to clench onto too.

“shhh, we’ll make it fit. I won’t let it hurt you. we’ll be nice and wet together, just like this, then it’ll just… it’ll just slide right in,” he gulps. losing any other words that are left to say the more he thinks about it. “we’ll feel so good. and you’re gonna be my wife.”

“keep — keep going baby, don’t stop now,” she pleads. clark nods immediately, kissing on her neck while he humps her even faster. the slick is audible, gushing in between them as they whimper and slide.

“they think I don’t even touch you,” clark hums a laugh, slobbering on her throat through a wet, lazy kiss. “mmm. they think I haven’t even seen you naked. they don’t know I can still make this pussy feel good without even putting it in.”

she sprawls out her legs even wider, mouth open as she has her toes further up in the air, letting him take over their gyrating completely as they both leak all over each other.

“let’s cum together, honey. let me make you feel good. let go for me, cum on me. I wanna make this pussy feel nice and happy.”

clark ruts harder, faster. kisses her chin and swallows up his favorite noises that leave her mouth when they both feel the electric dip in their bellies. both of them clench, clark’s tip stills and presses up right against her clit while he lets out his long, gushing first spurt. she cums just as he’s creaming all over her clit, making a mess of her mound and even up to her stomach. they both roar and hum and whine as they rub out their highs, the splatter of all the evidence of their innocent fun coated all over her as they catch up to their wild heartbeats.

he kisses her and hums all his praises right into her mouth, some of it even nonsense as he slaps his filthy, heavy wet tip back on the lips of her pussy and the hood of her clit.

“you um, felt good? jeez, it’s so wet….”

clark is in awe at her shiny center, enthralled while he plays with the mess a little more. he gets shy and ducks his head back with a laugh and says he’s sorry if she’s too overstimulated. she laughs right back at him and shook her head, wrapping one leg around his hips to trap him back in.

“you can keep playing. it’s all yours.”

“it’s ours. our mess… and gosh is it pretty,” he breathes, rolling his head and tapping the sopping wet folds. “prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“well I can’t wait to be your husband,” clark retorts, pointedly looking at her and leaning in to give her a warm, selfish kiss.

“can’t wait to feel you inside me. all the way,” she whispers. holds onto his face.

“I’ll make you feel so good. I already can’t keep my hands off you.”

“and they’ll never know.”

“nope,” clark grins.

Steve knows he’s fucked up. 

He knows that he’s well and truly fucked in the head, that he’s a sick individual for what he’s done, but it’s moments like this that he finds he doesn’t quite care about the morality of it all. He doesn’t care about the depths of what he’s done to keep you next to him, to keep you from pulling away entirely.

(Besides, it’s not like you’ll ever know what happened!)

Because you—

You’re a vision on top of him, like an angel sent from above. With your swollen tits and gravid belly, swollen with his child, your muscles working overtime to lift yourself up and ease back down onto his cock. Your face is screwed with equal parts pain and pleasure — a side effect of existing in your current state, he supposes — and he plays his role well, gripping your hips to help you along.

(And you never complain when he bullies you on top. You’ve stopped asking questions a while ago, content to let him make the decisions, big or small, even as your body continued to change.)

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching up to tweak your nipple and delighting when your face twists and pussy clenches around him. “You look so beautiful, baby.”

“Steve,” you gasp, hips stuttering. He frowns, and you quickly find pace once more. “Steve, I can’t — it’s too much—”

“You can,” he assures. “Of course you can. You’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Steve, it’s not—!” You gasp when he rolls his hips up to meet yours. “It hurts.”

“What hurts, baby? Use your words.”

You grimace, and he can tell that you’re not exaggerating whatever pain you’re in, that you’ve tried to hold it back for him, and you’re practically pouting when you say, “My back. It hurts too much, Steve.”

His cock twitches pathetically inside of you.

(Because he did this to you, to your body — he’s the root cause of all of this, and—)

“Why didn’t you say so, honey?” he asks, helping lift you off of him. “You just needed Stevie to take over, didn’t you?”

You nod with a whimper, and it doesn’t take long for him to ease you onto your side the way the doctor said was good for you (because he listens, because he cares) and press his chest into your back, looping his arm under your knee and drawing your leg up. 

He thrusts lazily into your slit once, twice, three times, the head of his cock catching on the underside of your clit each time, and it’s only when you cry out, “Please, Steve, I need it—” that he finally pushes back inside, bottoming out in one easy motion.

A - Aftercare: The former King of Hawkins High who evolved into the ultimate babysitter and protector after diving headfirst into the horrors of the Upside Down, treats aftercare like one of his non-negotiable duties. By the time he is fully entangled with the group, driving the kids around in his BMW, wielding that nail bat and trading sarcastic quips with Robin at Family Video, he has learned that real strength means showing up for the people he cares about, especially after intense moments. 

Imagine a stolen night in his parents' empty house after a close call with demodogs or Vecna's influence lingering in the air. Sweat still clings to his chest, his famously great hair tousled from your fingers, as he pulls you close on the king-sized bed. He keeps a warm washcloth ready in the bathroom (old habits from trying to be the perfect boyfriend back in the day), gently cleaning you up while murmuring in that low, self-deprecating tone, "You did so good for me, baby. Took everything I gave you like a champ." He wraps you in one of his letterman jackets or a soft blanket, holding you against him as he strokes your back. Steve has grown into someone who checks in, "Was that too much? Tell me where your head's at." He fetches a soda from the fridge or plays a mixtape he made for you on the stereo, the soft 80s synth filling the room while he listens to how you feel. This is Steve proving he is nothing like the distant, neglectful parents who left him alone in that big house, his care is fierce, consistent and laced with that signature Harrington charm.

B - Babysitter instinct: Steve's protective "babysitter" energy translates perfectly into the bedroom, especially post-Season 2 when he has fully embraced looking out for the kids and the group. He is dominant in a guiding, watchful way, never controlling out of ego but out of that deep-seated need to keep you safe in a town full of literal monsters. He’s the guy who’s been hit in the head too many times, who’s fought demodogs and who now channels all that hyper-vigilance into making sure you’re taken care of, even (especially) when you’re falling apart under him.

In a midway-kinky scene, he might “babysit” you through an intense edging session on the hood of his car parked deep in the woods after a risky Upside Down-related errand. The engine is still ticking as it cools, headlights off, only the faint glow of the dashboard radio lighting his face. His strong hands pin your hips down gently but firmly against the warm metal, that signature smirk in place as he says, “Stay right there, honey. I’ve got you…just like everything else. Let me take care of this.”

He brings you close over and over with his mouth and fingers, pulling back right when your thighs start shaking. His voice stays low and teasing with that sarcastic encouragement he’s famous for, “Don’t fight it. I know what you need. Breathe… yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He keeps one hand splayed across your stomach like he’s physically holding you together, the other working you expertly while he watches your face the entire time, checking for any sign that it’s too much. The thrill of secrecy makes everything sharper.

Afterward he always debriefs, pulling you into his chest in the backseat, running fingers over your skin and asking quietly if you’re okay, if the power exchange felt good, if there’s anything he should do differently next time. It’s rooted in his growth from selfish King Steve to the selfless guardian who’ll throw himself in front of danger without hesitation, only now the danger is how hard he can make you come before you lose your mind.

C - Caretaking kink: Whether he’s patching up the Party after battles, driving the kids around in the middle of the night or making sure everyone’s got snacks and a safe place to crash, he finds real satisfaction in providing. In intimate moments this becomes a full-blown kink with slow, attentive worship where he focuses entirely on your pleasure like it’s his personal mission.

Picture a steamy shower in his big empty house after a long shift at Scoops Ahoy or Family Video. The 80s tiles are fogging up, water beating down as he washes your hair with careful fingers, massaging your scalp like he’s got all the time in the world. He’ll kiss every bruise or hickey he left the night before, murmuring apologies mixed with praise. Then he drops to his knees on the wet floor, water dripping from his perfect hair and looks up at you with those big brown eyes while his tongue works you over with focused dedication.

“God, you taste amazing,” he groans against you, the vibration making your knees weak. “Just relax and let me handle it, okay? I’ve got you.” He’s relentless in the best way, two fingers curling just right while his mouth stays on you, bringing you over the edge repeatedly before he even thinks about himself. He loves the way you grab his hair, the way your voice echoes off the tiles and the way you go boneless against the wall when he finally lets you come.

It soothes his own insecurities about being “just the muscle” or the guy who used to be all flash and no substance, making you fall apart becomes proof that he’s good for something deeper now. Afterward he wraps you in the biggest, fluffiest towel, carries you to his bed if your legs are too shaky and keeps the caretaking going with some cuddling, snacks and soft kisses on your forehead while he checks in. “You good? Need anything else, princess?”

D - Dirty talk: Steve is surprisingly verbal once he drops the cool-guy facade. His dirty talk is a perfect mix of 80s swagger, sarcastic teasing and genuine affection that makes your stomach flip. He’s not crude for the sake of it, it’s always laced with that signature charm and the protective streak he’s developed after everything he’s been through.

Pinned beneath him in his bedroom, the faint glow of his bedside lamp catching the sweat on his shoulders, he might growl against your ear, voice low and rough, “Fuck, you’re so tight for me…my good girl.” He builds you up with steady praise while he moves inside you, “Look at you, taking me so well. I knew you could handle it. Just like that…yeah, squeeze me again.”

He’ll mix in that sarcastic edge that never fully left him, “Thought you said you could keep quiet? C’mon, let me hear it. The neighbors already think I’m a delinquent anyway.” But it always circles back to reassurance. Mid-thrust he’ll slow down, press his forehead to yours and check in with a soft, breathless “You okay, honey? Too much?” before picking up the pace again when you nod. “I’ve got you. Let go for me. I want to feel you come on me like only I can make you.” He loves whispering filthy praise while his hair falls in his face, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

E - Experience: Steve had plenty of casual experience as King Steve from pool parties, backseat hookups, the kind of quick, ego-stroking encounters that never went deeper than a night but with you, especially after Season 3 and 4 when he’s working retail jobs, bonding with Robin and confronting his own insecurities, he learns to slow down and actually communicate.

He studies your body like he memorizes the kids’ routines or the layout of the Starcourt mall. He remembers exactly how you like his fingers curled, the precise angle that makes your back arch and the way you shiver when he kisses that spot just below your ear. He’s confident without being arrogant, open to experimenting but always discusses it first, “You ever thought about trying this? We can stop anytime, just say the word.”

What used to be shallow technique becomes attentive skill. He turns potential awkwardness into shared laughter like the time he nearly fell off the bed trying a new position and ended up cracking a joke about Russian torture being less complicated. That trust makes the sex better every time because he’s not afraid to admit when he’s learning, “Tell me if this feels good… yeah? Fuck, the way you sound when I do that…I’m never forgetting it.”

F - Foreplay: Steve excels at drawn-out, teasing foreplay. He’s patient, using his charm, his hands and that devastating smile to turn you into a mess before he even gets your clothes fully off.

In his car parked at the quarry or a quiet spot outside town, the windows fogging up while a mixtape plays low, maybe some Springsteen or The Police, he kisses you deeply, one hand sliding under your blouse while the other grips your thigh. He takes his time, sucking marks into your neck, careful ones that can be hidden with a scarf or high collar while his fingers tease light, maddening touches over your clothes until you’re squirming.

“Patience, honey,” he murmurs against your skin, that smirk clear in his voice. “I’ve waited through demodogs, Russians and a thousand screaming kids. I can wait to hear you moan my name properly.” He loves building it slowly by kissing down your chest, tongue flicking over sensitive spots, fingers slipping under fabric but never giving you everything at once. He watches your reactions like it’s the most important thing in the world, whispering encouragement the whole time, “So pretty like this…”

By the time he finally sinks into you, you’re already shaking and he loves every second of it. Foreplay with Steve isn’t just the warm-up, it’s part of the caretaking and of making sure you feel completely wanted before he loses himself in you.

G - Guiding hands: Steve's strong, capable hands become one of the most intoxicating parts of being with him. He’s acutely aware of his own strength and is careful with it, turning those hands into tools of both control and comfort.

He loves pinning your wrists gently above your head with one big hand while the other explores your body. The hold is secure and protective with enough pressure to make you feel held and completely safe in his grip. “I’ve got you,” he says, voice low and steady like when he’s herding the Party away from danger. His thumb brushes soothing circles over your pulse point even as he’s buried deep inside you, a constant reminder that you’re safe with him.

In heated moments he’ll use those hands to guide your hips exactly where he wants them or wrap one around your throat with the lightest pressure while murmuring, “Eyes on me, honey. Just feel me.” 

Afterward he’s always massaging your wrists gently, kissing the spots he held, checking for any discomfort with that soft, concerned look that melts you every time. Those guiding hands make you feel claimed and cherished at the same time.

H - Hair pulling (light): Steve’s famously great hair is not just for show, especially once he has traded popularity for protecting the Party from the Upside Down horrors. By Seasons 3 and 4, when he is working at Family Video or Scoops Ahoy and has faced Russians, demodogs and Vecna’s curse, he craves that tangible connection during intimate moments. He loves when you thread your fingers through his thick, perfectly styled hair and tug lightly as he thrusts into you on the plush couch in his empty family house, the distant hum of a radio playing in the background. 

The sensation makes him groan deeply, hips snapping forward with a little more urgency as he buries his face in your neck. “Fuck, honey, do that again,” he murmurs in that smooth, slightly breathless voice. He returns the favor gently, fingers sliding into your hair to guide your head for a messy kiss or to tilt your face so he can watch your expressions while he grinds deep and slow. It’s never harsh or painful, just enough pull to heighten the connection, a playful reminder of how alive you both feel after surviving another close call with the other dimension. He checks in constantly with soft questions like “Too much?” or “Feels good?” because his experiences have taught him that real strength is knowing when to hold back. 

In a heated quick moment in the back of his car parked at Lover’s Lake after a tense night watching for threats, your hands fisting in his hair as you ride him turns the windows foggy and draws out those rare, unguarded sounds from King Steve. The light hair pulling becomes another thread in the trust you have built, blending the adrenaline of your secret life with raw, affectionate pleasure.

I - Intimacy: For Steve, intimacy is the core that makes everything else worthwhile after the chaos of the Upside Down. Once he is deeply involved with the kids, driving them around Hawkins and sharing knowing looks with Robin about the weirdness of it all, he values real emotional closeness more than anything. Even in midway-kinky scenes, he needs eye contact, foreheads pressed together and whispered confessions. 

Picture a quiet night in his empty house after helping the Party escape another threat. He has you beneath him on his bed, moving slow and deep, one hand cupping your face so you can’t look away. “Stay with me, baby,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “Just us right now…no monsters, no bullshit.” His thrusts are measured, grinding against you with every roll of his hips while he kisses you like he is afraid the world might end again. The kinky elements, like light restraints from a silk scarf or his belt, only heighten the feeling of being completely seen and safe with each other. 

He talks openly during and after, sharing how the battles have changed him and asking about your fears, turning the bedroom into a sanctuary where vulnerability is as powerful as any nail bat swing. This deep intimacy helps him process the weight of being the group’s protector, making every touch and shared breath, a reaffirmation that he is more than the former King of Hawkins, he is yours.

J - Joyrides: Joyrides in Steve’s car are charged with kinky energy, especially during the later seasons when late-night drives serve as both escape and lookout for Upside Down activity. He pulls over at a secluded spot outside town, engine still ticking as it cools and hauls you into the backseat with that smirk of his. The leather seats creak under you as he peels away layers of clothing, hands roaming with confidence while a mixtape of upbeat tracks plays low. He loves the confined space for its forced closeness, fingers teasing between your thighs and mouth hot on your neck, building tension until he has you straddling him. The risk of passing headlights or distant thunder that could signal danger adds adrenaline but Steve stays in control, with one hand steady on your hip while the other explores. “You feel so good like this,” he groans, guiding you down onto him with care. Afterward he drives with one hand on your thigh, windows cracked to let in the cool Hawkins night air, talking through the session and making sure you are okay. These joyrides blend his love for speed and freedom with caretaking, turning potential danger into thrilling, intimate release.

K - Kink level: Steve operates at a solid midway-kinky level shaped by his growth across the seasons. As the former popular jock who became the reliable, bat-wielding guardian for Dustin, Lucas, Max and the rest of the Party, he is confidently dominant in a protective, guiding way. Light restraint with scarves or his own hands, praise that borders on worship, edging to draw out pleasure and caretaking elements dominate his style. He stays far away from anything violent, degrading or truly painful, the real monsters he has faced make him fiercely committed to safety, enthusiastic consent and frequent check-ins. “You tell me if anything changes, okay? I’ve got you,” is a constant refrain. His kinks revolve around trust built through shared trauma and everyday normalcy at Family Video or the mall. Everything feels fun, immersive and deeply connective, with plenty of sarcastic humor to keep things light even when the intensity peaks. This level lets him channel his strength into making you feel cherished and secure in a town that offers little safety.

L - Locations: Steve is hyper-aware of the constant dangers lurking in Hawkins, so every location is chosen and prepared with safety and secrecy in mind. His parents’ empty house is the go-to for long, uninterrupted nights, sprawling across his king bed with zero fear of interruption but he also thrives on the risky thrill of other spots.

The back of his car during night patrols is a favorite. The storage room at Family Video after closing, surrounded by stacks of VHS tapes and the faint buttery smell of old popcorn leads to quick, desperate encounters against the shelves. Hidden clearings in the woods near the quarry feel dangerous and exhilarating, he always brings a blanket, keeps one ear open for anything unnatural and has an exit plan ready like the seasoned survivor he is.

Lazy afternoons at the empty community pool (after hours, of course) let him indulge in playful variety, chasing you through the water, then lifting you onto the edge for teasing foreplay with ice cream smeared across your skin from Scoops Ahoy shifts. Stolen moments in the back of the ice cream shop after closing turn into sticky, giggling sessions that quickly become heated. No matter where you are, Steve turns even risky places into safe havens through preparation, constant check-ins and that protective instinct that never sleeps.

M - Mirror (or reflection): Mirror play appeals to Steve’s lingering appreciation for visuals. In the large bathroom mirror of his family home, he positions you so both of you can watch him standing behind you, one arm banded securely around your waist while he enters you slowly. His chin rests on your shoulder, eyes locked on your reflection as he murmurs, “Look how perfect we look together. You’re so beautiful like this.” He keeps the pace deep and rolling, one hand sliding down to circle your clit while narrating softly how warm your skin feels and how well you take him. The reflective surface lets him read every micro-expression, adjusting instantly if he sees anything off, true to his instincts honed through seasons of watching over the Party. There aren’t any harsh grips, just steady strength and constant praise that combats any doubts, turning the visual into emotional vulnerability and connection after all the unseen horrors you have faced together.

N - Nail bat energy: Steve channels the fierce energy of his nail bat into controlled dominance that feels safe, empowering and deeply personal. 

In his bedroom after a long strategy session with the group, the faint smell of pizza and tension still lingering in the air, he uses his body to pin you gently against the mattress. His strong hands hold your wrists above your head with enough pressure to remind you how strong he is while his hips grind slowly between your thighs. There is no actual bat of course but he brings the metaphor in with that sarcastic-yet-earnest voice you love. “This right here?” he murmurs against your neck between kisses, “This is nothing compared to what I’d do out there for you. I’d swing for anything that tried to hurt you…but right now I just want to make you feel good.”

He teases you open with his fingers, precise and relentless, keeping you right on the edge with perfect strokes while his free hand roams your body. He stays playful about it, never letting it cross into anything dark. “Think I could take on a demodog one-handed while doing this?” he jokes breathlessly right before he makes you fall apart with a particularly devastating curl of his fingers. 

O - Oral: Steve is an incredibly generous and skilled giver when it comes to oral. He takes his time, settling between your thighs on his bed or the backseat, strong hands holding you open while his mouth works you over with dedication. His tongue is talented and relentless, alternating broad strokes with attention on your clit until your legs shake. “Taste so fucking good,” he mumbles against you, looking up with those warm eyes and messy hair, the same proud expression he gets when the kids succeed. He draws it out, bringing you close and backing off slightly in a light edge, then dives back in with renewed enthusiasm. When you return the favor he is vocal and appreciative, fingers in your hair guiding gently while praising you. Long sessions often follow close calls with the Upside Down, turning physical relief into emotional grounding.

P - Pace: Steve masters a full range of paces but he’s especially skilled at reading what you need in the moment. After narrowly escaping danger, the adrenaline often leads to hard and fast, slamming you against the wall of the empty house, breath hot on your neck as he groans your name like a prayer and a curse. “Fuck, I need you,” he growls, hips snapping with urgency that leaves you both breathless and shaking.

Most of the time though, he prefers a slower, more controlled build. Deep, grinding thrusts that let him feel every flutter and clench, forehead pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded as he watches your face. He reads your body like a book from the way your nails dig into his back, to the hitch in your breathing and how you moan his name and adjusts perfectly. “Slow like this?” he’ll murmur, rolling his hips in a devastating circle. “Or do you need it harder, honey? Tell me what you want.”

He loves drawing it out, making you beg with teasing thrusts, then giving you exactly what you need when you’re trembling beneath him. The man who once coasted on charm now puts in the work to make every second feel perfect.

Q - Quickies: Steve is exceptionally good at quickies, a skill honed by his chaotic life balancing dead-end shifts at Scoops Ahoy or Family Video, wrangling a bunch of supernatural-traumatized kids and constantly watching for interdimensional threats. He’s efficient without being selfish, the type of guy who can go from zero to making you see stars in under ten minutes but still ensures you’re taken care of.

In the Family Video break room during a slow afternoon, with the bell above the front door rigged to give a few seconds warning, he’ll yank your pants down, bend you over the rickety table and bury himself in you with efficient, devastating strokes. One hand covers your mouth to muffle your moans while the other grips your hip hard enough to leave faint marks you’ll trace later with a smile. “Gotta be fast, honey but I’m still making you come,” he promises in that low, breathless voice, lips brushing your ear. His fingers slip between your legs, working your clit in tight circles in perfect sync with his thrusts. 

The faint smell of stale popcorn and plastic VHS cases fills the air as he drives into you with intensity, hair falling messily over his forehead.

He always makes sure you finish first, sometimes twice if he’s feeling particularly cocky, before chasing his own release. Afterward you’re both flushed, grinning like idiots, fixing your clothes with hasty laughs and stolen kisses. He’ll run his fingers over your hair to tame it, wipe away smudged lipstick with his thumb and murmur, “Still okay? Didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

R - Risk: The constant undercurrent of danger in Hawkins and the ever-present risk of Upside Down exposure, demodogs or worse, makes semi-public and secretive encounters with Steve thrilling yet meticulously managed. 

In town, the back alley behind Family Video after closing or the locked storage room become playgrounds for charged, whispered sex where every creak of the floorboards or distant car engine sends a jolt through both of you. Steve turns that risk into shared excitement that deepens your bond as fellow survivors. He’ll pull you close afterward, breathing hard, stroking your back while he scans the darkness out of habit. “You’re safe. I’ve always got an exit plan, remember?” The danger never fully leaves him but with you it transforms into something electric, a reminder that you’re both still here, still fighting, still finding pleasure and connection despite everything trying to tear Hawkins apart.

S - Sensory/scents: Steve engages every sense with pure 80s flair and the attentive care that defines him now. He’s a man who notices details and he brings that same awareness into the bedroom, overwhelming you in the best possible way.

His signature cologne, something clean and woody with a hint of musk, mixed with the worn leather of his jacket creates an addictive scent that makes your head spin when he pulls you close. He loves using temperature play, stealing ice cubes from the fridge in his empty house and trailing them slowly down your body while you’re blindfolded with one of his bandanas. “Feel that chill?” he murmurs, voice husky as the ice melts against your heated skin. “Now my mouth…yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re so sensitive.” The contrast between cold and the heat of his tongue has you arching off the bed.

He incorporates texture intentionally, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your inner thighs as he grinds slowly, soft feathers pulled from a torn pillow teased across your breasts and stomach or the smooth warmth of his palms mapping every inch of you. The low hum of his favorite mixtape provides the soundtrack, mixing with his filthy praise and the wet sounds of his fingers or mouth working you open. He describes everything in that smooth Hawkins drawl: “God, you smell so good when you’re this turned on. Can feel how wet you are for me…hear how desperate you sound? Just let me take care of you.”

T - Toys (improvised): Steve gets wonderfully creative with improvised toys when high-end options are not exactly lining the shelves of Hawkins. His resourcefulness shines through as he turns everyday household items into tools of pleasure. He always keeps your comfort and enthusiastic consent at the absolute center.

He discusses everything first so he can make sure you are fully on board. “What do you think about trying the ice tonight? I will go slow, promise. Tell me if it is too much.” 

He trails the ice cube across your nipples and down your stomach until you are shivering and aching, he then immediately follows it with the heat of his mouth. He might use the smooth handle of a hairbrush for gentle internal stimulation. If you manage to get your hands on a discreet vibrator from a trip to the mall or a catalog order, he incorporates it like a pro. He holds it against you while he fucks you slow and deep, with his eyes locked on your face the entire time to read every reaction.

“Feel good?” he murmurs in a low husky voice. “Want me to turn it up? Or do you want my fingers instead?” Everything is done with care and curiosity. He loves watching you fall apart from the new sensations but he’s quick to stop and switch to his hands or mouth the second anything feels off. 

U - Undress: Steve savors undressing you like it’s a sacred ritual. He turns the simple act of removing clothes into one of the most erotic and affectionate parts of being together. He takes his time and lets anticipation build with every layer peeled away. Whether it’s your tight denim, delicate lace or one of those oversized sweaters you steal from his closet, Steve will worship you with reverence. 

He starts with slow deep kisses as he slips your jacket off your shoulders. He then trails his lips down your neck while unbuttoning your blouse. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against your collarbone while pushing fabric aside so he can taste the skin underneath. He loves it when you wear his jacket or one of his stolen work vests from Scoops Ahoy or Family Video.

The process is always teasing yet deeply affectionate. He kisses the tops of your breasts as he unhooks your bra and flicks his tongue out to taste you the second you’re bare. When he finally slides your panties down your legs, he follows the path with his mouth and murmurs praise the entire way. “So soft. So perfect. Been thinking about this all damn day.” 

The sight of you in his clothes makes something primal flare in his chest. He pushes the oversized fabric up around your waist while he’s inside you, with the Harrington name tag brushing against your skin as he thrusts.

V - Volume: Steve is wonderfully vocal. He fills the space around you with a symphony of groans, filthy praise, sarcastic one-liners and that deep husky voice that makes your toes curl. 

He has never been shy about expressing himself and once the cool-guy walls came down his sounds and words became one of the most addictive parts of being with him. Whether it’s in the privacy of his big empty house or a risky spot where you have to stay quiet, Steve uses volume as another way to connect and heighten everything.

Pinned beneath him in his bedroom with the headboard knocking softly against the wall, he lets out low groans right against your ear every time you clench around him. “Fuck, baby. You feel incredible. So tight and warm like you were made for me.” He mixes raw dirty talk with genuine affection effortlessly. “That is my good girl, let me hear you. You sound so good when you moan my name like that.” 

When the location demands quiet, he muffles your cries with deep devouring kisses yet he’ll  actively encourage you to let go when it’s safe and coaxes you with that signature sarcastic charm. “Come on honey. Don’t hold back on me now. The neighbors already think I’m trouble so we might as well give them a show...” Even in the middle of intense punishing thrusts, he drops playful one-liners that make you laugh and clench at the same time. His voice gets rougher as he gets closer, breaking into breathy praises and desperate groans that let you know exactly how wrecked he is for you. 

The combination of his sounds, his dirty encouragement and the way he listens and reacts to every noise you make, turns sex into something immersive and deeply intimate. Afterward, when the room falls quiet except for your slowing breaths, he’s still murmuring soft affection against your skin.

W - Wild card: Steve’s standout wild card is edging. It’s the perfect blend of his babysitter instincts and his deep need to keep you safe even while pushing your limits. He brings you right to the edge, holding you there with expert precision while constantly reassuring you and turning the tension into something cathartic and profoundly bonding.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs in a voice that stays steady and warm even as his fingers or cock keep you teetering on the brink. “ Just hold on a little longer…Trust me, I know what you need.” His strong hands pin you in place or stroke soothing patterns across your skin so you never feel abandoned in the overwhelming sensations. He watches your face the entire time, reading every tremble, gasp and every flutter of your lashes. The build-up is exquisite torture with slow deep thrusts that drag right against that perfect spot inside you combined with his mouth on your neck and his filthy-sweet praise.

When he finally lets you tip over the edge, the release is absolutely shattering. Your whole body seizes as waves of pleasure crash through you and Steve is right there through all of it. He holds you tight and talks you through the orgasm with words like, “That’s it, let it all go. So fucking beautiful when you come for me.” 

The intensity leaves you boneless and floating, often with tears in your eyes from how overwhelming and safe it feels at the same time.

He pulls you into his chest, wipes your tears, gets you water, strokes your hair and checks in softly until you are fully back with him. 

X - Explicit communication: Steve believes in raw, honest explicit communication both in and out of the bedroom. He describes exactly how you feel around him with zero filter. “God, you’re soaking my fingers. So fucking warm and tight, gripping me like you never want me to leave.” He wants the same level of honesty from you and creates a space where you feel safe giving it. “Tell me how you want it. Harder? Deeper? Want my mouth on you while I fuck you with my fingers?” There is no vagueness and no guessing games. It’s just clear, filthy and loving communication that makes every encounter better.

During sex he narrates what he’s doing and how it’s affecting him. “Feel that? That’s me rubbing right against that spot you love. Fuck… your thighs are shaking. You’re gonna come again aren’t you, baby?” He constantly checks in with soft but direct questions even in the heat of the moment. “I need you to come on my cock honey…Let me feel it. I’m right here with you.”

By the time you are both coming down, tangled together and catching your breath, the honest words keep flowing with praise, affection and quiet admissions that make you feel closer to him than ever.

Y - Yearning: Separations caused by dangerous missions into the Upside Down, late-night kid-wrangling duties or the need to keep certain town secrets hidden, make Steve’s yearning for you intense and all-consuming. He’s the guy who has lost count of how many times he has had to watch people he cares about disappear into danger so every moment apart from you weighs on him heavily. The longing builds like pressure until he can finally get back to you.

He shows up at your door or the arranged meeting spot looking a little rumpled with maybe a bruise fading on his cheekbone or his hair still messy from the wind. He carries small thoughtful gifts such as a new mixtape he spent hours curating with songs that remind him of you, lots of heartfelt ballads mixed with upbeat tracks for the drive, your favorite snacks from the gas station or a single flower he definitely stole from someone’s yard on the way over. The second he sees you the dam breaks and he pulls you into a crushing hug with hands roaming like he needs to reassure himself you are real and safe before the kisses turn deep and desperate.

Those passionate reunions are filled with months’ worth of pent-up need poured out in one night. He kisses you like he is starving against the wall or tumbling straight into his bed. His hands map every inch of you as if committing it to memory all over again. “Missed you so fucking much,” he groans between kisses with his voice rough with emotion. “Every damn night I was out there all I could think about was getting back to you.” The sex is intense and multi-round mixing slow savoring touches with urgent needy fucking that leaves you both sweaty and marked up. He whispers constant reaffirmations. “You are my safe place. Do not ever doubt that.” The separation makes every moment together feel infinitely more precious. It’s a reminder that in a town that keeps trying to tear everything apart, the two of you keep finding your way back to each other.

Z - Zzz (Sleep): After thorough aftercare with cleaning you up gently, making sure you have had water and snacks massaging any sore muscles and talking softly about how you’re feeling, Steve pulls you close like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

His strong arm drapes protectively over your waist with his chest pressed to your back and his nose buried in your hair as he finally lets himself drift off. In his parents’ house or a makeshift safe hideout after a long night you become his anchor against the darkness that still haunts him.

Steve doesn’t sleep easily. The nightmares of demodogs, the Russian base, Vecna’s curse and the fear of losing the kids or you, linger even years later but with you there warm and safe in his arms his body finally relaxes. His breathing evens out and the constant tension in his shoulders melts away as he holds you like you might vanish if he loosens his grip. He sleeps better knowing you are protected and loved with the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under his palm acting as the best lullaby he’s ever had.

In the morning he wakes slowly often before you and is content to just watch you sleep for a few peaceful minutes with that soft unguarded expression he rarely shows the world. Lazy morning talks come easily with his voice still sleepy and raspy as he traces patterns on your skin. 

“Morning honey. You okay after last night?” These quiet moments often lead to more of that devoted care. Slow gentle morning sex or just lying there tangled together talking about everything and nothing while sunlight filters through the curtains. He makes breakfast or at least attempts it with his limited skills, brings you coffee and checks in again making sure the night’s intensity has not left you overwhelmed.