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It isn’t the weirdest dream Steve’s ever had, to be fair.
When he was little, he had a nightmare that he was walking through one of those western ghost towns and a half-melted wax statue was talking to him somehow, and there was the back half of a horse sticking out of the ground somewhere in there. His dreams come in parts like that, flitting from scene to scene and not really making a whole fuck ton of sense. Sometimes they were just odd, and sometimes Steve’s brain liked to torture him.
This one was pretty tame, all things considered. He was doing pretty mundane shit; pulling a car into a garage, trying to find a spot at the grocery store, walking through said grocery store, and then driving around a neighborhood. But he felt different somehow, fuller maybe?
It clicked for him when in one of the scenes, his hand rested on the new swell of his stomach and he smiled. There was a little person in there, it occurred to his dream self, doing their best to grow, and through the rest of his sleep he had a newfound consciousness of his body, trying his best to keep his little one safe in the warm embrace of his belly.
The dream changed scenes a few times after that, but his little love remained with him, giving him a joy he wasn’t used to having, whether awake or asleep. He went to a birthday party in someone’s garage, lingerie shopping in a warehouse, and drove again (a lot of driving in this one, he unconsciously notes) on a parking ramp, all with his little baby wrapped up safe and sound inside of him.
As the morning came, he felt himself coming back to consciousness and with it came a feeling of melancholy that sank deep into his gut. As soon as his eyes fluttered open he missed his little one, his stomach and heart feeling suddenly hollow. He didn’t even have a name for her and—
Her. He had a little baby girl, a daughter, and he misses her. He wishes he could’ve named her, could’ve brought her into the world like in a dream he had a while ago where he gave birth to triplets on the living room floor, and he misses them too, sometimes.
In that dream, he had two girls and one boy and he had been splayed out on the carpet of the living room floor completely naked, giving his all into getting them out of him and into the world. He remembers the emotions of the dream, the image of a little messy head sticking out of him, and trying to pick out a boy name. It made him think that all boy names either sound pretentious or like a frat member, and he stands by that even now.
Steve sighs and wipes his eyes, clearing them of whatever crusties have built up, and looks at the ceiling for a little while. The sad, cold feeling of being alone keeps building up until his eyes start to well up, and he just wants his little baby.
He huffs an irritated little sigh, annoyed with both his feelings and the fact that he can’t physically have a baby. He knows it’s not a logical thing to be upset by, his lack of a womb, but damn it he is. Another short huff comes out of him, and then he’s being pulled into the wall of warmth that’s Eddie’s chest.
His body reacts automatically to being in Eddie’s hold, nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s skin and breathing in deep, calming himself without a second thought. Eddie tucks his face behind Steve’s head, burrowing into his hair and placing a kiss there, and Steve’s heart goes warm and fuzzy like it always does when Eddie shows him affection.
They’re cuddled together in their bed, in their apartment, and Steve’s life has never felt more complete, but he still aches for the baby girl he had not two hours ago.
Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie might’ve picked up powers in the upside down, because whenever Steve is even the tiniest bit distressed, Eddie knows.
Or maybe Eddie just knows Steve. Maybe it doesn’t take supernatural weirdo abilities to love and take care of him. Huh.
“You okay, baby?” Eddie mumbles, low and crackly behind Steve’s wall of mussed morning hair.
Steve nods into Eddie’s skin, pressing a kiss into his chest and closing his eyes again for a moment. He could fall back asleep if he wanted, he’s woken himself up snoring when he was just laying down for a cuddle, but it’s nice to be awake and just breathing with Eddie. Everything feels better with him.
“Had a dream,” Steve says quietly, feeling more centered and comfortable with Eddie underneath him. Eddie hums his acknowledgment, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck.
“You wanna tell me about it?” Eddie asks, pulling Steve impossibly closer.
It’s easier for Steve to tell Eddie things when they’re like this; skin to skin with Steve’s face buried into Eddie’s neck so he doesn’t have to watch Eddie’s face and over analyze every single micro-expression he makes.
“I was havin’ a baby,” he whispers, and when he says it out loud, he realizes just how crazy it sounds. “I had a bump and everything,” he says, and Eddie makes a little sound at that. He starts stroking Steve’s back gently, wrapping both of his arms around Steve, and it makes Steve sigh.
“What were we having?”
Steve smiles at the question, hoping Eddie would understand that of course it was his. In the dream, no one asked who the father was, and it’s not like Steve actually said ‘Eddie and I are having a baby’ but it must be cosmically understood that Eddie would be the father of Steve’s children.
“A little girl,” Steve answers, the melancholy returning just a bit. It’s inexplicable, the feeling of missing a child he’ll never carry, but it’s there nonetheless. “I miss her,” he admits to Eddie, quietly into the softness of his skin.
“Sweet boy,” Eddie murmurs, kissing the side of his head and scratching his nails gently down Steve’s back. “What was her name?”
“I didn’t get to name her,” Steve murmurs, his voice catching in his throat. “I didn’t even get to name her, Eddie.”
He’s pulled even closer then, Eddie using the hold he has on Steve’s shoulders to roll him fully on top of Eddie’s body, the two of them pressed together inch by inch. Steve wiggles a little bit, getting as comfortable as he can in his new position, and he feels something–
Oh.
His thigh slots in between Eddie’s, and he can feel how hard Eddie is through his pajamas, a hard, warm line against Steve’s skin, and suddenly Steve wants– he just wants.
It’s okay to want, he tells himself, because Eddie told him it is. He’s heard Eddie tell him time and time again that it's okay to want, to feel, and touch, and when Eddie says it, it makes it sound okay. He doesn’t have to reign himself in anymore, he gets to touch Eddie.
His breathing must have picked up, because Eddie’s looking down at him sheepishly.
“Sorry,” he says, “I was trying not to be gross about it, but you’d look so pretty with a baby bump.”
Eddie’s called him pretty countless times, but it lights up a new part of Steve's brain now. Being called pretty under the condition of carrying Eddie’s baby, of being full of life and love, it hits differently for Steve.
“Say that again, please,” he whispers, kissing at Eddie’s chest and starting to gently rock his hips down, imagining himself having that bump now. The mental image of Eddie cradling his belly while kissing him, calling him pretty and telling him how good of a job he’s doing growing their baby– well, it gets Steve to the same place as Eddie rather quickly.
Eddie’s face morphs from blushing and embarrassed into that predatory, wolfish smile Steve sees when he knows he’s about to get fucked into another dimension, and his skin breaks out in goosebumps from the anticipation.
“What, honey? You wanna hear how pretty you’d be carrying our baby? How good your belly would look, how I’d have to stop myself from coming all over it all the time? Or would you rather hear about how I’m fucking dying to knock you up?”
Well, fuck him sideways, Steve’s got a new kink.
“Yeah,” he whispers, his voice threadbare and breathy already, jesus christ, “all of that, but like, the naked and fucking me version.”
Eddie laughs, the sound ringing against the walls of their bedroom, and Steve smiles because it’s his favorite sound in the whole wide fucking world. He’s never been in love like this, never handed over his body and heart and literal dreams like this, and he’s kissing Eddie like he’s starving while he shimmies off his pajama pants, groaning into his mouth at the sight of his dick.
“I know you love it, sweetheart, you’ll get it, don’t worry,” Eddie says, soothing Steve with a hand down his back while he sits the two of them up. As soon as Steve is in an upright position, Eddie’s taking his shirt off, yanking it over his head and flinging it across the room. Steve’s underwear go next, the both of them scrambling to shove them down Steve’s thighs as fast as possible.
They’re still hooked around Steve’s ankles, but that’ll do for now, and Eddie slaps around the nightstand looking for the lube they leave out in case of emergencies such as this one. There’s an opportunity here that Steve would be a fool not to take, so he does, laying back down on top of Eddie and sucking a fat, red mark into the very center of his neck. If it just so happens that their dicks line up and rut together while Eddie’s trying to grab the bottle, then it must be fate.
“Fuck, baby, oh my god,” Eddie moans, tossing his head back and finally getting a grip on the bottle. As much as Steve wants him to pour some onto their dicks for a smoother glide, he doesn’t want to come that way.
“Want you inside, Eds, c’mon,” he whines, “want you to make it stick.”
Eddie makes quick work of getting his fingers wet enough for Steve to take, warming it in his palm and slicking up his first two fingers while Steve writhes against him. Steve breathes heavily into his neck, tucking himself away for safekeeping again, as Eddie plays with his rim before gently pressing the first finger inside.
Steve sighs with relief at the feeling, always needing something inside of him now if he intends to make himself come. Before Eddie and his big, beautiful dick came along, Steve was fine with his hand and the occasional toy, but he’s been thoroughly ruined for anything, or anyone, else.
The press and slide of Eddie’s finger feels like a tease, so he wiggles his hips back impatiently, receiving a smack on the ass for his efforts.
“Gotta make sure I can fit inside, sweetheart, that way I can fuck you full, and wet, and make damn sure it takes,” Eddie says to him, making Steve whine into his neck, high pitched and downright fucking pathetic. Eddie takes mercy on him, sliding his middle finger in next to the first and rubbing the rim with his thumb.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, sweet thing,” Eddie murmurs, kissing Steve’s forehead sweetly while he says the filthiest shit that’s ever come out of his mouth. “Gonna make such a good home for our baby, aren’t you, honey?”
The happy, warm feeling of being a home lights up Steve’s heart again, only this time it keys him up even more. His skin is flushed, warm and sweaty against the beautiful body underneath him and he needs–
“Put a baby in me, Eds, please, please, need it,” he whines, biting at Eddie’s neck in between words. He feels himself getting teary-eyed, overwhelmed with the need to do this for the two of them; grow and carry their love. He needs a part of Eddie to be a part of him, forever.
Steve can feel the slick drag of Eddie pulling his fingers out of his hole, no, out of his pussy, but he can’t concentrate anymore, he’s so worked up. He doesn’t even realize Eddie’s speaking to him until both sides of his face are being held in one of Eddie’s hands.
“I said sit up for me, baby, can you do that?” He asks, and Steve nods, his eyes wide and misty.
Together, they get Steve upright again, perched on the bottom of Eddie’s stomach until Eddie– jesus, until Eddie picks him up and works the head of his cock inside. Steve moans unabashedly at how good Eddie feels inside of him, how relieving it is to be sinking down on his thick, gorgeous dick.
“Fuck, that’s it, angel, work yourself onto it, you’re doing such a good job,” Eddie says, rubbing one hand over Steve’s belly like he can feel himself inside. Steve moves one of his hands to hold Eddie’s on top of his stomach, and he finds himself breathing deep through his belly and holding it so– fuck, so it looks like he has a bump.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie moans, as Steve bottoms out and breathes again, still holding Eddie’s hand to keep on his tummy. The two of them find a rhythm easily, Eddie fucking up into the cradle of Steve’s pretty pussy, and Steve finds himself smiling knowing that even Eddie’s pre-come is going inside of him, nothing will be wasted.
“You’re gonna look so beautiful, honey, stuffed full of our little baby,” Eddie croons, and Steve’s mouth drops open, breathing heavily into the sex-thick air of their bedroom. “Your belly, round and full and so, so perfect.”
Steve tightens his hold on Eddie’s hand, and Eddie grins before pressing both of their hands down on his stomach. “Is that where you want me to come, mama? Want me to get so far inside your cunt that it goes up into your belly?”
It feels like Eddie lit him on fire, calling him ‘mama’ and talking about him like he’s built for being kept barefoot and pregnant, and he’s just barely aware of his poor, neglected dick, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that his dick is an alarmingly apple-adjacent shade of red, because that’s not what he’s for.
“Yeah,” he says, just barely getting the words out, “want you to use it, use me, make me a mama.”
Eddie groans, fucking into him harder and faster and using his free hand to grope at Steve’s tits.
“These will be pretty too, y’know,” Eddie says, sounding winded, “full of milk, getting sore with how much of it there is, red and raw from feeding our baby. Fuck, you’re gonna be so gorgeous, mommy.”
“Mommy,” Steve whines, damn near falling over with how hard Eddie’s pounding him, hitting his prostate with every fucking thrust, and he wants it so badly.
“That’s right, pretty girl, you’re gonna be a mommy,” Eddie says, and that’s what does Steve in.
He whines so loudly it rings in his ears, pressing Eddie’s hand down into his belly and coming in harsh spurts all over Eddie’s stomach and chest, despite Eddie never laying a hand on his dick.
“There we go, mama, good job, baby girl, you feel so good, don’t you?”
Steve nods as he attempts to catch his breath, shaking through the aftershocks and moaning at the raw, beautiful feeling of Eddie’s cock fucking him rough and deep still. He brings Eddie’s other hand down to his stomach and breathes in deep again, bumping it out as round as he can.
“Come for me, honey,” he says to Eddie, his voice coming out as a whimper, “put your baby in your pretty girl.”
Eddie’s hips snap up one, two, three more times before he does just that, flooding Steve’s cunt with the warm, soaking wet feeling of love, just like he promised. They both start to wince from the sensitivity, but when Eddie starts to pull his hips away, Steve drops his hips down so he’s sat firmly on top of him.
“Stay, please?” Steve asks, squeezing Eddie’s hands in his, “I wanna stay full, make sure it sticks for you.”
Eddie smiles up at Steve, rubbing his thumbs over Steve’s stomach before letting go of Steve’s hands to pull him back down so they’re chest to chest again.
“Yeah, baby, I can keep you full, don’t worry.”
–
The two of them lay there like that for a while, Eddie’s dick softening inside of Steve but never leaving him, and the mess that starts to leak from his hole doesn’t even worry them. They can change the sheets later.
Eddie rubs Steve’s back, humming a song that the title is on the tip of Steve’s tongue, but his sex-fuzzy brain can’t quite remember it. Steve’s almost drifting off into sleep when Eddie says, “So…”
Steve winces internally, thinking about all of the off the wall shit he’s said and thought in the last couple of hours, but he really should know better than to think Eddie would think any of it’s embarrassing or weird.
“What are we gonna name her?” Eddie asks quietly, and Steve’s heart sings in his chest. His whole body feels warm and fuzzy, and he can’t stop the goofy, huge smile from spreading across his entire face, laying his head down on Eddie’s chest just like he did earlier this morning.
“I like the name Harper,” he murmurs, and Eddie hums warmly, approving of Steve’s choice. One of Eddie’s hands moves to Steve’s hair, running his fingers through it and gently scratching at his scalp, and Steve’s body turns to liquid, melting into Eddie’s warm skin.
“I think June sounds pretty,” Eddie says, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Steve smiles, his happiness and the pure, unfiltered love he has for Eddie spilling out of his mouth when he says, “Harper June Munson.”
His eyes flutter shut again, overwhelmed with love, when Eddie says, “Sounds like a plan to me.”