#cw seahorse dad

[arrietty-rune]

Welp repost sobs

Since Apollo lived in the sea, John disliked him, way even before he got banned when the tragedy, a child mermaid killed by humans, happened. Sometimes John likes to make fun of him, and when Apollo was so upset by his aptitude, Lila were around to give some affection and comfort when it was a need, to make him feeling better.

I wanted to draw cute interactions between them, bf Skid was born sobs

Also kinda a continuation to this hehehe

[freakylial]

Seahorse dad Yonji

[chiefyakousdilftits]

More Seahorse Papa Desuhiko because he’s been on my mind heavy ( feat. top surgery, the cringefail husband did it !! 🤠✨🥂 )

[steviewashere]

Anything For You

Rating: General CW: Minor Mention of Body Dysmorphia, Seahorse Pregnancy (If You're Not Comfortable With That Sort of Thing? Not Sure If This is a Real Content Warning, But Best To Be Safe) Tags: Post-Canon, Set in the 1990s, Dialogue Heavy, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Domestic Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Trans Steve Harrington, Pregnant Steve Harrington, Seahorse Dad Steve Harrington, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Massages, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson's Hands, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Sappy Steve Harrington, Sappy Eddie Munson, Steve's Weird Pregnancy Cravings

🫃—————🫃 He flips over, clumsily, to try and get more comfortable. The pillow pressed into the shape of his body is not helping, not even when he fluffs it with both fists.

It had been a long conversation, trying for a baby. A lot of questions—Are you sure you’re ready for this; Are you okay for the changes your body has to go through; Will you let me love you even if you find it hard to accept that I do?—and there had been only one simple answer (with minor hesitance on his end)—Yes. Of course, yes.

And, so far, he hadn’t fussed too much about what he saw in the mirror. In the first few weeks, sure he did. How the roundness to him now wasn’t just fat building, it was a life growing within him. A life he had been eager to bring into this world, all things considered. The dysmorphia hadn’t gone away completely—it never has, probably never will. Seeing his toned muscles turn to gentle chub, the way his hips had shifted, those curves he chiseled away had come back tenfold. There were the stretch marks and the whole…thing with his now outward belly button. Sometimes, truthfully, he felt like an alien in his own body. The changes happening out of his control, sitting idle at his console, letting the changes take their course.

Nine months of sacrifice, that’s what it was.

Only a handful of months, though, out of a future of happy years. Of a child’s curiosity, interspersed with giggle fits and pillow fights, late night book readings and last minute science projects, cuddles on the couch and popcorn between the cushions, and smiles with gaps—aimed at him; oh, aimed at him.

Steve hefts himself from the mattress, shoving the pregnancy pillow to the side. His feet are throbbing, ankles swollen, everything of him heavier and clumsier than before. Hell, Eddie had told him to stay in bed, just to see if he could get the swelling to go down. But his back aching something this fierce—so horrible it’s like somebody’s standing on his spine with combat boots—he needs it to be fixed, and he only has one solution that comes to mind. Eddie’s sweet, sweet, beautiful hands.

He trudges through the hallway, past the bathroom (in which his bladder gives a phantom of a cry), towards the living room. Where, as soon as he begins to round the corner, he can see Eddie hunched over their coffee table like a gargoyle, paints and other tidbits laid out. Ah, he’s catching up on some painting, he realizes.

As soon as he can catch his breath, Steve leans against the end of the couch, hands pressed into the small of his back. “Eds?” he calls quietly, “can you help me with something?”

Immediately, Eddie is tossing his paintbrush down, scrubbing his hands on a nearby rag. It’s already been through some mishaps, if the poor stains on it have anything to say. His eyes land on Steve, big and cowed, eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. The rest of his hair is up, loose strands framing his picture-perfect expression of worry. “What’s going on, baby? Need me to make some ginger tea?”

He shakes his head, presses his hands firmer against his spine. Steve groans at a particular sore spot. “Can you give me a massage, please?”

“‘Course, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, “let’s get you back to”—

“The bedroom’s too stuffy,” he whines. “Maybe we can put on a movie and you can do it out here? Maybe also with a plate of cheese and crackers? With some pickle juice in a glass?”

Eddie chuckles. “I can do that,” he agrees. “Why don’t you take my spot and I’ll get all that for you? Want some ice cream, too? I got your pint of Cherry Garcia.”

“Oh god, yesss…You know how to spoil me, y’know that?”

In one swift motion, Eddie stands from his spot. He rounds the couch, stops in front of Steve, and gently guides him to the cushion. Leaning down again, he presses a quick, warm smack to Steve’s temple. “Anything for you, sweetheart. You’re doin’ all the hard work.”

He settles deep into the couch cushion, leaning himself awkwardly on the armrest. It’d be better if their sorry excuses for throw pillows actually had some give to them, but they’re stiff and starchy. Putting them in the wash is added to his ever expanding to-do list; a list he won’t ever get around to, or if he does, it’s Eddie doing all the work. Tidying the place, nitpicking about the dust nobody’s ever seen, restocking the higher shelves of their pantry because, and Steve will remember this remark from Eddie, “I don’t want you somehow giving our child a genetic concussion.” And when Steve had barked back that that doesn’t happen, he only got a terse jaw clench and a nostril flare for his combativeness.

Needless to say, Eddie takes damn good care of him. It wouldn’t be hard to convince him to grab a comfier pillow from their bed. However, that seems to be unnecessary as he comes swinging back into the living room, his arms laden with the necessities.

“Alright, here is your makeshift charcuterie board”—a large platter, it must be their turkey serving platter, is clattered onto the coffee table—“I added some of those sliced black olives and a few pieces of deli meat, just in case you needed some more savory. There’s a still frozen pint of the finest Cherry Garcia; careful, sweetheart, it’s rock solid. A glass of iced pickle juice, just so you won’t be grossed out when it goes room temperature. And…da-da-da-da-daaaa”—Eddie sings that last bit, removing something that’s stuffed in his left armpit. The something in question is Steve’s pregnancy pillow, still warm from both their shared body heat—“a sweet cushion to replace that stupidly firm one you’re trying to get comfortable on. Figured it’d be nice to put under your head while you’re leaned down for the massage.”

The pillows are swapped out. In the firm one’s place, the pregnancy one is fluffed and squished until it perfectly cushions Steve’s heavy head. He turns himself so that he can rest down into the pillow, forehead pressed gently into the give. It’s barely warm and soft, meeting him in all the places it’s needed. He sighs. Mumbles, “You’re amazing.”

“Mm, I’m perceptive,” Eddie says, “hardly anything to write home about.”

“I love you to bits and pieces.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispers. A warm hand trails across Steve’s shoulder blades, fingers gently knuckling along the knobs of his spine. “What movie were you thinking about? Your pick.”

Steve shifts his head, peeking over his now folded arms. There’s a low haze that settles over him, fuzzy and sleepy as shapes are blindly traced over his soft t-shirt. Blearily, he eyes down their video shelf next to the set. All packed in tight, tens and tens of movies for them to pick from. “What’re you in the mood for? I won’t really be watching, probably.”

“Let’s see…” Eddie meanders towards the shelf with Steve briefly mourning the loss of touch. He then crouches down with two noticeable pops from his knees, his soft fingers trailing along the sharp corners of the video protectors. He plucks a couple from their resting spots. “I was thinkin’, for you…something like…Ghost, or maybe Jerry Maguire, or…we could do Coneheads?”

Steve scoffs. “Ed, if you turn on Coneheads, I’m making you sleep on the couch tonight.”

He hears Eddie click his tongue. Then, he nods. “Duly noted.” Coneheads gets slotted back onto the shelf—even if, really, they should be putting it into the overflowing donation box near the front door. Oh well, Steve thinks, problem for another day. Eddie peruses their shelf for another moment, pulling out a couple more videos. “How about Sleepless in Seattle? Or we could even watch”—

“Jerry Maguire. I don’t think I can watch anything with Tom Hanks in it for a long while.”

“Y’know, I should’ve considered that after we saw Forrest Gump. That really did you in.”

“I almost left the theater after Jenny…god, just thinking about it makes me wanna sob. Get over here and make me feel better.” He loosens one of his arms from its tight hold around his head, hand desperately calling out for Eddie. However, his little call is ignored as the movie is slipped through the slot of the VCR. It gently clicks in, whirring as it’s seemingly rewound. The TV’s input is switched over with another set of clicks before a mirage of color is flashing before him. If he squints, he thinks he can spot Tom Cruise’s stupid shiny smile in the mix of it.

Eddie snatches the remote from the entertainment center, standing in place at the middle of their living room, hip cocked and arm wrapped around his torso as he waits to press play. Then, finally, the movie begins with Eddie reclaiming his spot next to Steve.

Before he can comprehend the change of pace, there’s a gentle tap to his back.

“T-shirt off, baby,” Eddie whispers, “do you want me to grab the lotion real quick? Might feel nice.”

Steve sits back up reluctantly, grunting as his spine is strained. He peels the stupid shirt over his head, though, and promptly tosses it to the carpet. “You gonna get my stretchies, too?”

There’s a tickle over his hips, the tips of Eddie’s fingers tracing the shiny edges of stretch marks. “Do you want me to, sweetheart? Y’know I can do it, it’s no problem.”

“They’re on my front, too, though.”

Gently, Eddie’s palms lay over those same sides. He cups his hands, running them up and down the lower half of Steve’s baby bump. “I’ll redo your pillow and everything if you want me to, Stevie. Massage your marks with one hand, hand feed you cheese with the other…kiss you between bites…tell you how wonderful I think y’are.”

Steve sniffles, bending back down to rest his forehead on the pillow. “You’re too nice to me,” he whispers.

There’s a quick peck to the center of his back. Murmured against his skin, “Because you deserve it, sweetness. You deserve all the nice things.”

“Ugh,” he groans, reaching down to squeeze tight at Eddie’s right hand. “You’re gonna make me cry, Eddie. You know that I’m crazy hormonal right now.”

“I’m telling the truth, though and you know it.”

“Just…just get the lotion, Eds, ‘fore I completely lose it.”

The couch groans as Eddie stands up from it. His shadow looms over, but then he bends down, warmth swallowing Steve whole. Another kiss is pressed to him, his exposed right temple this time, and his hair is petted at sweetly. “I’ve gotcha, baby. Nothing else I’d rather do, only wanna take care of you.”

“Eddie…”

Before he can do something silly like reach out and swat Eddie’s hip, he hears footsteps retreating down the hallway. The bathroom door is creaked open. “I’m gettin’ it, I promise!” Eddie calls out, “but I’m also takin’ care of you, cause that matters most to me! You know that!”

“You’re a sap!” he shouts back, “and I’ll cry, so stop it!”

Quickly as he left, Eddie is back beside him. His hands rub together, dry as they are, warming them up. “Mm, what if I thought you were beautiful while you cried, huh?”

“That means you’re being a meanie, making me cry on purpose.”

“I don’t mean to, Stevie baby. I’m just being honest.”

Steve sighs as Eddie’s warm hands lay flat to the center of his back. They don’t move, merely just remain. But even then, the touch alone, it’s enough to relieve at least a little tension. Though, realistically, that tension’ll be back by the time the movie’s over. “I know you’re being honest,” he mumbles into the soft fabric of his pillow, “it’s part of the reason why I love you.”

“That and my hands, I’m sure. Y’really love my hands.” As if to punctuate that, Eddie digs his thumbs deep at the knobby edges of Steve’s spine. Slow, though. Precise and gentle.

“Oh, you have no fucking idea how much I love your hands, Eds. If I wasn’t keen on marrying you, I’d leave you for just your hands.”

Eddie gasps dramatically. “Scandalous,” he exclaims, “what would our kiddo think of that?”

“Mmm,” he hums at a particularly good release. Steve takes a deep breath before he continues, recalibrating. “They’d probably think your magic hands give the best hugs. ‘Cause I think our baby’s gonna like hugs. You’re gonna be huggin’ us all the time. No choice.”

“Oh no…my family loves my hugs, how dare they? And they don’t even give me a choice? For shame.”

“You love it, Eds. You’d give all of yourself as soon as they asked for one.”

Eddie’s hands leave him, reaching over with a quick pump from the bottle of lotion. In the air, Steve can smell it, a light trace of lavender. “That I’d do, you’re right. Y’know what I think they’d want the most from you, though?”

“Hm?”

“Your laughter,” he answers softly and reflexively, “they’d go running to you with a new joke just because they know you’d laugh at it.”

Gently, Steve turns his head so he can get his words out clearer. “Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. You’d start giggling and then they’d start giggling and then I’d come in, both of you would be on the floor in pure hysterics! Just laughing so hard you’re crying and your faces are red and even just looking at me would make you guys snort.”

“But then you’d be out of the joke.”

“Mm, yeah, well…I don’t need to be part of every inside joke. Think since you’re doing all the hard work carrying the kid, maybe you two deserve a little private stand-up show of your own, yeah?” The lotion is cold when Eddie begins finally smearing it over Steve’s skin. His touch is just as soft as his words. Light, almost airy. Carefree in a, somehow, completely caring way. “Where does it hurt the most on your back, sweetheart?”

“Everywhere,” Steve says, “but the lower back might be a good place to start. Think the bump is carrying lower or something.”

Without more direction, Eddie’s hands are already moving down. The first grind of his knuckles into tissue and Steve’s a groaning, relieved mess. “Breathe for me, baby. Deep breaths,” Eddie coaches. He does as he’s told, earning soft praise in murmurs and whispers. Then, “We’re getting closer.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. “’T’s kinda…kinda scary-exciting.”

“No more back pain, though, think about that. You’ll push and try and break my hand, but afterwards? You won’t be in constant, consistent, almost overbearing pain.”

He nods into his pillow, watching Jerry Maguire in near-blindness. Only a haze, lost in the feeling of the relief he’d been searching for all day. “No more massages,” Steve mumbles, “this feels fucking fantastic.”

“Just ask,” Eddie whispers, fingers walking up Steve’s spine. His knuckles are deep, kneading, yet still so careful. Like he’s too afraid to go too hard. Even then, Steve won’t push him. This is nice as is. “All you gotta do, baby, is ask me when you need help. Sucks that it took a whole damn pregnancy to show you that, but…hey, at least you’re finally asking when you need something.”

Steve huffs. “Well, I kinda have to when I can’t bend down to pick up a dropped sock or even tie my own stupid shoes.”

All at once, he can feel Eddie shift. Bending down to look him in the eyes. Wide-eyed and insistent before he sits back. “I like that you’re doing it, sweetheart. Okay? I want you to want my help. So…you want a massage after the baby comes? Cool, great. Consider it done. Lavender lotion and a charcuterie board and I’ll be at your side with my crazy awesome hands.” Eddie’s fingers trail again, though this time they’re connecting something. My moles, he realizes. Making constellations. At a particular spot, Eddie taps it and leans down, kissing the mark. “Even if you wanted me to make you a milkshake at fuckin’ midnight because you were having a crazy craving, then so be it. I’ll use some Cherry Garcia and everything. Just say the word.”

“And if I wanted my pickle juice right now?”

Without words, Eddie is bending forward. The scrape of the glass cup, ice clinking away at the sides, fills the room. “Sit up for me, baby.”

He does. And in one, gentle motion, a straw is brought to his lips. Steve sucks down greedily. There’s tang and acidity on the back of his tongue, something barely sweet on the tip of it. It’s the most quenching thing he’s had, the ice helps, too. Breaking away with a gasp, Steve smiles loosely over his shoulder, met with a close-lipped soft one of Eddie’s.

“Good?” Eddie checks.

“You’re a genius for the ice. It’s so cold.”

A snort. “I know you, sweetness. We’d be sipping ginger tea if that pickle juice went warm even the tiniest bit.”

Steve scoots on his cushion, pressing his right side against Eddie’s left knee—still sitting half-criss-cross on the couch, facing him. He smiles at Eddie, soft around the edges, but all his teeth. It squints his eyes. Bunches his cheeks. It’s easy on him, never forced when under the sweltering gaze of Eddie’s half-bared soul. Bursting, he says, “You’re gonna be such a great dad, y’know that?”

Eddie tilts his head, assessing. “Oh, yeah? How’d you figure that?”

“I don’t know, just…you…you think of ways to care about people without them even knowing what they need. You’re just…you’re honest, you care, you’re sweet. If I was doing this with anybody else, I think I’d be scared out of my damn mind. Just completely terrified.

“With you, though, with you I’m cautious, but excited. I’m…

“I’m safe. And I think we all need that.

“You’re gonna be a great dad. You were meant for it. Cosmically or whatever, you were meant to be right here, right now.” He slides a hand over Eddie’s left knee, squeezing with all his might. Teary-eyed, he still smiles. And with the touch, the warmth, the feelings, Eddie places his own hand down, soft palm against the warm back of Steve’s hand. Their fingers interlink. Tight and secure like puzzle pieces always meant for the other. “Even if it means guiding a straw for pickle juice into my mouth and hand feeding me white cheddar and letting me be a teary hormonal mess on our couch.”

Leaning forward, Eddie rests his forehead against Steve’s. His right hand goes to the baby bump, thumb sweeping in wide, horizontal stripes. There’s an easy, soft intake of breath as a rolling, slow kick meets his touch. “You’re gonna be perfect,” Eddie murmurs, “even when your emotions are haywire and even when you say the wrong thing at the wrong time and even when you think you aren’t. Everything about you, Steve, is perfect to me. Your laugh and your smile, the way you breathe, how you dance to any song on the radio, every mole on your back, the softness of your touches…

“Steve Harrington, you’re the perfect man. You’re gonna be a perfect dad in that beautifully imperfect way.

“Because you’re you. And I love you with everything in me and…

“Shit, I think I’m gonna be the one to cry if I sit and think about it all right now,” Eddie admits, voice wavering. His hand presses more firmly to Steve’s bump, not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind the whole world that it’s there. “I’d do anything for you, even if it means putting ice in pickle juice. Even as gross as that is, I’d do it all for you.”

Steve sniffles, burrows his forehead further into Eddie’s, as if they could possibly get any closer. “Kiss me?” he softly requests.

No words, no hang-ups, no buts—

Eddie’s lips are salty with newly shed tears. Warm. Firm, yet soft as they glide like butter on Steve’s. It’s not hungry. No, this is full. Sweet like a dessert you didn’t think you needed, but wanted anyway. Candid like a movie. Gentle in all the ways only whispered words know how to be.

It’s them.

He pulls away, not far, but just a hair of space. Quietly, “Will you help me with my stretch marks and cuddle me?” Steve asks.

“I’d dance on stars with you if you asked,” Eddie whispers, “‘course I will.”

🫃—————🫃

[fobnsfwdoodles]

I’m going insane and I’m going to ask for something unhinged and (shameful) but could you draw Patrick pregnant? I just think he’d be adorable with his tum hanging out of shirts, not being able to button them up after a certain point, OVERALLS or sweaters. 🫣🫣🫣 idk I need to impregnate that man.

Another thing that's not my thing but I'm tryna do it justice. To be fair he'd be HELLA cute as a seahorse dad, and I'm choosing to read this mpreg as trans positive 🌼

CW for mpreg

[kermitteafrog]

"Jesse locks his jaw shut, seething with impotent rage. How is even possible for a person to be this selfish? However, the most shameful part of him feels a pang of empathy. If he’s to believe that he deserves a second chance at life, If this hypothetical child should be given a chance at life at all, then why wouldn’t Todd?"

[jasperjv]

I do not know if this is obscene but you can read HTTYD as a seahorse dad trans allegory where Hiccup's dad is cis and Toothless is the uterus

[transgenderrebellion-blog]

Of course I'd start being bleedy today.... Happy Pride, I guess.

But at least I'm that much closer to getting pregnant.

[silvernyxchariot]

Gosh, forgive me for asking such a strange and possibly horrible question. If a person were to have an unwanted pregnancy, would the pillarmen be able to penetrate the internal organs (at least by hand) to engulf the fetus?

⚠️CW/TW: deletus the fetus** talk and moral questioning⚠️

"Are the Pillarmen physically capable of removing a fetus within the reproductive organs?" is how my brain understood that. Oh, you bet'cha. (Yes.) Long answer... below the cut.

Kars and Esidisi are questionable. All the Pillarmen can probably copy each other and body morph, but I'm focused on what we see in the anime/manga. I. . . I really doubt you'd want Esidisi's brain and nervous system form digging into you like that. . . unless you're into it 😏. . . Don't stare at me like that! Σ(Дﾟ;)

If we mean "safely remove a fetus, so that mothers and seahorse dads are unharmed," yes. Santana is the best example of body manipulation/horror if we look at his feats, same thing with Wamuu. Santana has 1) absorbed a vampire through his skin, 2) used his ribcage as a trap/vice, 3) turned his stomach into a man-eating trap on Joesph, 4) tried to kill Speedwagon by using the tips of his fingers to Atco the brain, 5) and can invade a human body without distorting them. . . We're not looking at that one German soldier that exploded and died, that was just self-defense./j 😤 Wamuu, when he was awoken from his 2,000 year slumber, attached a line of soldiers by their hands and subsequently drained them of life, all at once, by poking one of them in the forehead.

Edit: I had to remind myself NOW that Esidisi and Wamuu implanted rings around Joseph's aorta and windpipe without even killing Joseph!!!

Kars, in his ultimate state, I think can definitely "penetrate the internal organs to engulf the fetus" without the mom or seahorse dad feeling a thing. His ultimate form has been shown creating and transforming life from his own body. So, I wouldn't doubt the possibility of him performing deletus the fetus with ease.

Since I put a "moral questioning" warning, I want to add that Wamuu would have the hardest time with this. Physically, he can perform the deletus, but he's not fond of the idea. He questions Kars on killing children and he dislikes battling women, even if they're hamon users and essentially a threat to him. Warrior's honor and all that./teasing Santana is a curious boy and would remove the fetus by request just so he could investigate human reproduction. Kars and Esidisi, no problem. Bruh, they pulled a genocide of their species. Kars also goes on a monologue about how he's "not a warrior or a romantic, like Wamuu." It was also mentioned, if not implied, somewhere that he experimented on humans to create the stone masks. What morality?!¿/rhetorical

Bonus! If the fetus is not affecting the parent's health and it was theirs/half-Pillarman, the answer is no. They're not going to deletus the fetus. [*insert yandere!Pillarmen with an impregnation kink here*]

**I'm sOrRyy. That phrase is hilarious to me.

[bowiebond]

If you write do you think you could like... write the breeding kink/seahorse dad thing because i will find that nowhere else i think

BET

TITLE: BEAUTIFUL BOY (FEELS GOOD TO ME)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40418844

INSPIRED BY: “Eddie is stealth trans but totally cool being a seahorse dad because he wants a fuck ton of kids so he can give them a better childhood than he had. So when Eddie heard about Steve’s little dream of six nuggets and road trips, all forlorn because Steve couldn’t have that with Eddie since they’re both guys, he considered it peak romance and decided his strap on would stayed packed for now, since they should start sooner rather than later, “right big boy?” “

CW: Non-SFW, coming out, unsafe binding, a bit of sub!Steve and soft dom!Eddie, first time as a couple, these two are disgustingly in love and Steve is trying so hard to make Eddie comfortable ;-; It was supposed to be filthy and ended up very romantic and sweet actually.

Words: 7.2k

“It’s just- it’s dumb.” It was late into the evening, too early into the morning, and Steve was tucked away in Eddie’s musty van, the smoke from their joints visible in the air. The smell of it overpowered the musk of Eddie’s hunk of junk, and Eddie was sprawled back on the thick blanket that covered the hard, cold floor.

He was generally eye-catching, but curls spread out in a dark halo and smiling at nothing with those dimples and twinkling brown eyes, he was mesmerizing. Steve liked Eddie like this. He liked Eddie, full stop. He bagged the nerdiest, loudest, hottest boyfriend in all of Indiana, and he couldn’t help but be smitten by the very sight of him every day.

“No, no, don’t say that.” Eddie patted his chest, taking a hit and blowing up little rings before shooting smoke right through them with a grin. “I wanna hear it. You’ve been so quiet since movie night with those twerps, babe.”

Steve had been quiet. He hadn’t meant to get so in his head about it, but he had been thinking about the future again. He always got depressed when he thought about it, unsure of what would be. But since figuring out his feelings for Eddie, coming to terms with it, dating him... One thing about reality had come to him with a glaring clarity.

Seeing Eddie interact with the teens on movie night, indulging in Dustin’s ranting about the movie choices, his left occupied by Steve and his right coveted by El who had taken a quick liking to him, the girl cuddled under his arm as she held Max’s hand, sharing her sight with the blind girl so she could enjoy it too like old times, Max snuggling with Lucas.

It had been damn near domestic, and Steve’s heart had ached at the thought that in less than three years the kids would be grown up and go their own ways, gone for good and rarely returning as a pack. Steve would never have a chance to feel that warmth of a big family again outside maybe the occasional holiday. He had indulged himself in for the past few years with the party but when he looked at the teenagers, then to Eddie, the guy he was pretty sure he was going to live the rest of his life with as sappy as it sounded, he had broken his own heart.

One day the choice would present itself. Would Steve chose a life with Eddie and Eddie alone, or would they part ways so Steve could have the dream life with his big family and loving wife. He didn’t want to make that choice, he wanted both in a perfect world, and the depressing thoughts had made it hard to work up a idle conversation with anyone.

“I...I have this dream.” Steve admitted softly, lips loose from the weed.

“I have a lot of those. What’s your dream, baby?”

“Well, I like kids.” Eddie hummed, encouraging him to continue. “I’ve always wanted a big family, Eddie. I grew up an only child and I was- I was lonely. Then I met the kids and the longer I hung out with them, babysitting them, I realized I really wanted my own. I even had this dumb dream back when I was dating Nancy, imagining me and her with a gaggle of six kids, three girls, three boys, maybe even a dog too. And during the holidays, I thought we could all pile into a caravan and go across the country. Stop in California. Learn to surf, get a tan...” He let out a scoff at his own imagination. “It’s dumb, but I keep thinking about it. The kids...they won’t be kids much longer. They’re gonna leave the nest and...”

“You don’t wanna be lonely again.” Eddie filled in for him and Steve groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“But I won’t be! I’ll still have you. Robin. The kids will visit.”

“But it won’t be like having that dream family of six anymore.” Steve’s ears burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah...”

“You know, I always hoped I’d have at least one kid.” Eddie admitted in a whisper. Steve stared up at him as Eddie tapping his ringed finger against his own cheek, looking thoughtful. “My dad did a shit job raising me. I had sworn off kids at fifteen, not wanting to fuck it up too, but my Uncle...He restored my hope in one day having a family. Didn’t have to be conventional, but I wanted it. Even if it was just me and a little tyke of my own.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve didn’t know why he felt like he was going to cry, but he was gonna blame the weed for making him emotional if Eddie teased him later.

“Hey Stevie, baby, why are you apologizing?” Eddie looked down at him and laughed softly as his little lip tremor, brown eyes glossy as Steve looked away. “Nooo, baby don’t cry.” He cupped his cheek and kissed his face, trying to wipe away his tears with his love and affection.

“Come on, talk to me, baby, why the tears?” He hummed against his freckles, nuzzling his temple. Steve felt like such a big baby, but he couldn’t help the lump in his throat.

“Cause I can’t give you a baby, Eddie. I can’t give you a family.” He wiped away his tears roughly, sniffling. “Cause we’re both guys, and it sucks.”

“Oh sweetheart...” Eddie cooed, kissing the shaking from his lips with little pecks. “You want a baby, we can have a baby, you big sap.”

“Really?” Steve knew Eddie was just trying to calm him down by feeding into his delusions, but its nice to hear.

“Yeah, baby, you want a family? I’ll make it happen.” Eddie grinned, kissing him sweetly. Steve hummed into it, placing his joint blindly aside in the ashtray before sinking his hands into Eddie’s hair. He loved kissing Eddie. They had been dating a while now, but Eddie had been pretty selfless regarding their sex life. He always focused on Steve’s pleasure, never even getting undressed with Steve despite the man pouting about it. Eddie had assured him he was happy though and Steve had settled into the fact that Eddie might not be the kind of person who liked being touched like that, as unfathomable as it seemed to Steve’s horny brain.

He wasn’t going to force something that Eddie wasn’t onboard with. He could live with blowjobs and getting finger-fucked for eternity if it meant having Eddie in his life as his partner. In fact, it wasn’t an awful compromise. As much as Steve would like to return the favor, he was getting off and getting kisses. Nothing much to complain about.

It didn’t stop him from making the lazy, smoke-hazed kiss downright filthy, groaning into Eddie’s mouth as the man sneaked a chilly hand under his waistband to get a handful of his ass. Eddie was shameless about his desire for Steve, and he loved it.

He let out a muffled yell as Eddie rolled onto his back, pulling him along by the waist. He straddled Eddie’s hips and pushing his hair back from his face as he broke the kiss.

“You’re too good for me, Eds.” He sighed, staring down at Eddie with adoration. “I know its dumb, getting so caught up in the future, but I do dream. I wish that it could be you, me and six little nuggets.”

“Six little nuggets, Christ, we might have to compromise on three, four if you want an even ratio of boys and girls, Harrington.” Eddie giggled.

“Nope, six, it’s gotta be six, Munson.“ Steve insisted with a dumb, lovesick grin. “I even got the names already picked out.”

“Oh, I wanna hear this.”

“For girls, Joy, Hope and Crystal.”

“Stevie, baby, people are gonna think their parents are hippies.”

“Shh, shh, they’re good names.”

“Awful, we aren’t naming any of our kids after a rock.”

“Joy for Joyce, Eddie. Hope is cute.”

“Hope is passable. I will let you have Joy. But not Crystal.”

“Whatever, this is all hypothetical anyway, Eds.” Steve rolled his eyes with a scoff. “And for boys-”

“Eddie Junior.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Van Helsing.”

“We are not-”

“Zeppelin.”

“I will kill you if you name our child Zeppelin.”

“Okay, okay...How about Phil? Or Taylor?”

“Is it after a band member?”

“...Maybe.” Eddie admitted with a soft pout and Steve sat back with a laugh, back supported by Eddie’s knees. He looked down at his boyfriend, smiling softly as the man grinned back, smoothing his hands up his thighs with a hum, curling up to meet Steve halfway in a quick kiss. “Taylor’s nice though.”

“Taylor is nice. But it wasn’t any of my picks.”

“A point for Taylor. That can replace Crystal.” He teased and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Timothy.”

“Timmy? Really?”

“William.”

“Oh, Will might cry if you do that.”

“And...Wayne.” Eddie’s brows jumped up, big brown eyes going soft.

“Really?”

“It’s a good name. And we’re currently sharing my imaginary word, so you can have that.”

“Baby.” Eddie heaved up and wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle, burying his face in his chest. “I would love that.”

“I know.” Steve’s heart ached, knowing it wasn’t a reality, but it was nice talking about the future as if all their dreams would come true.

“I know this is supposed to be a super sweet moment, Stevie, but talking about our future kids makes me really wanna get started on just that.” Eddie kissed at his ticklish neck and Steve laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Is that what does it for you?” Steve joked. “Kids?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, Stevie, gross.” Eddie groaned, grunting as he tipping them both, Steve’s back hitting the fluffy blanket with a cackle. Steve allowed himself to be silenced by Eddie’s lips, humming softly as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Eddie’s hands found the button of his jeans and Steve moaned, dick stirring in anticipation. Eddie broke the kiss, pressing little pecks to the corner of his lip, lips pressed against his flushed cheek as he focused on getting his zipper down and the denim shimmed as far as it could go with the little space between them.

“Eddie,” He sighed, rocking into Eddie’s warm palm as the metalhead kissed down his jaw. Eddie let out a soft curse as Steve squeezed his hips with his thighs, a weakness Steve had tagged into early and loved teasing him with. Eddie might not want to touch every base, but he sure did react when Steve hit the ball far enough out.

“Jesus, Stevie, you have no idea...” Eddie squeezed the outline of his cock, slipping his hand under the waistband to thumb at the sensitive slit. Steve hissed, the air cold against the head of his cock.

“Come on, Eddie, tell me. Tell me everything you wanna do...” He liked Eddie’s voice, liked how low and smooth it was in the heat of the moment. He wanted to hear everyone of Eddie’s desires and fulfill every single one.

“Shit.” Eddie pulled back with a sharp inhale, pushing his bangs back as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his boyfriends cock. He liked Steve’s dick, pink and pretty like he had imagined it to be. He was more than a little obsessed with Harrington’s pretty dick, dark chest hair and the little spots on his soft tummy that protruded just above the waistband of his jeans as of recent. Love induced cushioning, he dubbed it, much to Steve’s grumbling. Eddie had softened a little in the middle with the addition of Steve’s frequent home cooking.

He loved Steve’s body so damn much.

“This is probably really poor timing-”

“If you kill the mood right now, Eddie, I will make fuzzy dice out of your balls and hang them on my rear-view mirror.” Steve groaned, bucking into Eddie’s hand.

“Good luck with that.” Eddie laughed nervously, eyes zeroed in on Steve’s dark pink lips, parted with little gasps of pleasure. Fuck, he should have said something months ago when Steve asked him out. He was way too deep in for this not to hurt if it went sideways.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop.” He twisted his wrist and licked his lips, bending down to kiss Steve hard. Steve melted like he always did, open and eager. Steve’s desire for him had become addicting, relieving in a way, and Eddie felt anxiety fester in his heart as he kissed Steve breathless.

“Steve.” He squeezed his cock and stopped all together, Steve letting out a soft whine.

“Eddie, don’t tease me, fuck.” Steve spared him a look, flushed and hair mused and Eddie wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“It can’t wait?” Steve complained, but he held Eddie’s gaze, focused on his pinched brows and bobbing throat. “Okay. Fuck, okay, I’m listening.” He was being blue balled by Eddie’s damn kicked puppy expression and he’d like to wipe it off his face quickly so they could go back to kissing.

“I, uh, I should have told you forever ago. Nobody really knows outside my Uncle, I knew pretty young and was real stubborn, so I didn’t want anyone knowing shit-”

“Eddie, cut to the chase. I can handle it.” Steve huffed a soft laugh, reaching up to hold his face and caress his thumb against his cheek. Eddie leaned into it with with a sigh, smiling sadly.

“I wasn’t born a guy, Stevie. I don’t know if you know much about, uh, transgenderism, but that’s me. Transgender.”

“You’re...transgender?” The word sounded familiar, but it was much like the term ‘lesbian’ and ‘bisexual’. He hadn’t been aware of what it really meant to people until Robin told him.

“Yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat.

“So...you were born a girl?” He couldn’t see it. Eddie was pretty, sure, but in a boyish way. And his body - even if it was only his silhouette, it was masculine. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Sure, he wore layers and his hands were daintier than Steve’s, and his thigh filled out a pair of jeans in an almost obscene manner, but that hadn’t seemed feminine. It was just Eddie’s style, Eddie having amazing legs, and nimble fingers for his sweetheart’s chords.

Eddie was a guy. With a smooth, low voice and the softest peach fuzz on his upper lip that tickled Steve’s when they kissed.

“I mean, technically.” Eddie cleared his throat, shrinking into himself, and Steve’s heart constricted in panic. Eddie shouldn’t shy away, especially not from him. Steve had spent months dragging Eddie completely out of his shell of insecurity and doubts. Steve never wanted Eddie to feel like he couldn’t be vulnerable with him.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that.” Steve guided Eddie’s gaze back to his, smiling with probably a little too much teeth. “I don’t- I don’t really get it, but that doesn’t matter. You could be a guy, a girl, a damn demogorgan, and I’d still love you, Eds.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“You love me, Stevie?” Steve realized what he had said as Eddie grinned down at him. Steve’s ears burned as he pinched Eddie’s cheek hard. He yelped.

“We were just planning our future together, idiot. Take a hint, I shouldn’t have to spell it out.” Steve muttered. “Yes, I love you.”

“Just wanted to confirm. No take backsies.” Eddie was a beacon of sunshine as he buried himself in Steve’s chest, squeezing him tight in a hug. “I love you too, Harrington. And one day, I’m gonna give you my last name.”

“Your last name?” Steve scoffed despite the way his stomach fluttered.

“Mm. Stevie Munson. Eddie Harrington is a mouthful, baby.”

“Edmund Harrington and Steve Harrington sounds much more sophisticated.”

“Barf. Rockstars have cool names, Stevie.” Steve hummed is agreement, not really caring to argue. He just held Eddie, trying to process Eddie’s words.

“So no one else knows?”

“Nope.”

“Was your name always Eddie?”

“Nah. Chose it myself. Uncle helped me with the paperwork.”

“I like it. Suits you.” Steve ran his hands through Eddie’s curls. “Is this why we never had sex?”

“Kinda.” Eddie admitted sheepishly. “Didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I’m glad you did.” Steve smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You know, we could actually have a family of our own.” Eddie said quietly. “I always wanted to be a dad.”

“Don’t the doctors like, remove that stuff?” He had seen a few news articles about men who became women, going under the knife. Had Eddie done that?

“Can’t really afford that.” Eddie chuckled. “Not too fussed on below the belt. I mean, I’d prefer a flesh and blood dick, but silicone works wonders.” He grinned against Steve’s neck.

“Oh my god.”

“Could give you a show sometime?” Eddie purred, kissing his jaw and grinding the rough denim of his crotch against Steve’s flagging dick. Steve groaned, biting back a hiss at the friction.

“Fuck, you better.” Steve moaned as Eddie sucked on his sweet spot, leaving behind a dark hickey. “Can I touch you now, or is tha- ah, ha - is that still off the table?”

Eddie paused in his teasing, looking a little caught off guard before pulling back and nodding quickly.

“Fuck Stevie, I’ve been wanting your fingers on my dick since I fucking met you.” He laughed breathlessly as he shook his jacket off, pulling his shirt off over his head. Steve’s eyes fell to his chest, frowning at the bandages.

“That can’t be safe.” He frowned, fingers skimming the redness peaking out from the edges of the tightly wrapped bandages.

“I don’t usually- I’m not that busty.” Eddie said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But when we’re alone together you wanna touch and cuddle and I- I didn’t want you to notice. I didn’t want to feel you- touch them.”

“Okay.” Steve could see that Eddie was uncomfortable and lowered his hand to his hip. His eyes trailed down his stomach to the dark trail of hair that dipped below his belt and heat pooled low in his belly. He didn’t realize that was a turn on, but he had never wanted to lick him more. Fuck.

“I won’t touch your, uh, chest. But that can’t be comfortable. I don’t want to do this if you’re pain, and that looks way too tight.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Eddie.”

“Steve, I can’t just- I don’t want you to see them, okay? I don’t like the idea of you-” He pursed his lips, voice thin before looking away.

“Of me what?”

“Of you...thinking I’m some chick.” Steve’s lips parted into a soft ‘o’ as it sunk in. Eddie considered his chest to be womanly, something that didn’t belong on a man, on him. Steve hadn’t really put much thought into it. Eddie’s chest was just Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t really thought of anything past giving his lungs a little extra breathing room.

“Eddie, look at me.” It took a moment, but Eddie met his eyes for just a moment before looking down. “I won’t look, okay? We can take these off, ease the pressure for a bit, and you can put your shirt back on, alright? Does that help?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, fuck. Sorry, I’m being fucking weird, I get so sensitive about this shit-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize.” Steve squeezed his hip with a reassuring smile. “I don’t get it. Not really. I probably never will. But I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable and happy, Eddie. Okay?”

Eddie stared at him a long moment, looking lost for words. His eyes grew misty and he looked away, nodding, discreetly wiping his eyes.

“Okay.” He nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to make you happy, Eds.” He reached hesitantly for the bandages, checking for the tucked end. He found it and tugged it free, Eddie taking it from his hands. Steve turned his head away, picking up Eddie’s shirt and offering it to him. After a long minute of unwinding, Eddie letting out an audible sound of relief, he took the shirt from him and pulled it back over his head.

“Decent?” Eddie hummed and Steve looked back at Eddie, offering him a soft smile. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Eddie returned the smile, cupping Steve’s cheek gently, looking at him with mellow adoration.

“We can cuddle, if you want?” Steve murmured, leaning into Eddie’s hand. “It’s a lot, right?”

“I don’t care.” Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve softly. “I’ve been holding myself back for months, Stevie. I want nothing more than to do the devils tango. With you, specifically.” He kissed him again and Steve grinned against his lips, barely holding back a laugh.

“I’d hope with me. Specifically.” Steve propelled himself forward with a grunt of strength, Eddie letting out a delighted laugh as he was flopped back against the fluffy blanket, tables turned as Steve muffled his laughter with kisses. His amusement grew into excitement as he giggling like a lovesick school girl between each lingering smooch, stomach swooping as Steve’s fingers popped his jeans open with expertise.

“This okay?” Steve breathed between kisses, laying his warm hand over the waistband of his briefs, thumb running along the dark trial leading down.

“Fuck yeah, Stevie, better than okay.” He shifted his hips up to show his enthusiasm, ignoring his own anxiety as Steve licked into his mouth. Eddie had been craving this for months, release under Steve’s perfect fucking fingers, and he was not letting his own foolish brain ruin this for him.

Steve’s hand slid beneath cotton and denim, past coarse curls to heat and slick and Eddie sighs sweetly, red lips parted ever so slightly.

Steve smirked, a little too proud, sinking his fingers between soft folds and pinching Eddie’s dick between his knuckles. Steve nearly cums right then and there, dick jumping at the low, rumbling moan that escapes Eddie’s lips as he lolled his head back. It’s not the sensation so much as the noise that Eddie makes that has his brain functions fizzling out. He thought Eddie sounded good with Steve’s lips on his neck, with his tongue curling around his, but it paled in comparison to the way Eddie grinds into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Steve had been content to welcome his bottom era when he realized he liked Eddie, a notorious freak with handcuffs just idly hanging on his wall. Eddie had taken the lead in most of their sexual encounters and Steve was happy to be led. He could definitely see the appeal though, now that he had Eddie under him.

He was would never be the sadist that Eddie was, but by Gods green earth, Steve would put up a good fight on occasion to get this sight again.

Steve’s lips found the curve of his exposed throat and adorned it with kisses, exploring the new territory with his fingers. Maybe it was because he was scared to fuck up that he moved so slowly, getting a feel for the thick nub, but he must have been doing something right because Eddie was sighing sweetly, eyes shut and cheeks ruddy, leaning his hips into Steve’s touch.

Steve liked to think himself a romantic above all else, halting Eddie’s soft moans with a leisurely kiss, rolling his dick under his pointer. Eddie bucked, thighs flexing and breath shaky against his upper lip, and Steve grinned to himself.

“Feel good, hm, Eddie?” So he’s a little cocky, sue him, he’s got his boyfriend who’s been teasing him for months under his thumb (literally) and it was glorious.

“I’d ask you to go faster, but fuck, this is kinda doing it for me.” Eddie said breathlessly, groaning as he rolled his hips up into his hand, body begging for more even as heat curled low in his gut, hot and tight.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Eddie.” Steve breathed in awe, mesmerized by the flex of his stomach that peaked out from under his shirt that had ridden up. His dick ached as Eddie whimpered, his little grinds into Steve’s purposefully fingers growing shaky, stuttering the longer Steve teased him, like he couldn’t decided whether or not he could handle the end.

“Fuck, fuck, Stevie, baby.” Eddie’s hand crawled up his face to cover his mouth, breathing hard through his nose, thighs squeezing Steve’s waist in a bruising grip and Steve understood the appeal now because holy shit, it was hot to feel the tremble in them, the jump and flex, the dig of his heel in the dip of his back.

Steve didn’t dare stop, peeling Eddie’s hand off his mouth and pinning it above his head, kissing him hard. He felt drunk on Eddie’s pleasure, moaning with him as the man intertwined their fingers despite the awkward angle, pulling him so close by the waist Steve’s hand was crushed between their dicks.

Steve expected something, a noise, but Eddie was silent, choking on his climax as his entire body shuddered and he pulsed beneath his fingers. Steve swore against Eddie’s temple as the man gasped in air, chest heaving and the tips of his bangs sticking to his face. Steve was throbbing in his jeans and he was sure he would cum within two seconds if he touched himself right now.

“Jesus, Stevie, I get why girls liked the King Harrington now.” Eddie wheezed out a laugh and Steve snorted, slipping his fingers away from the heat to rest idly in course curls, pressing soft kisses against Eddie’s flushed skin.

“I really didn’t have as much game as you think I do.” Steve chuckled. “I took many girls on dates, but I slept with very few in comparison.”

“Wow, I feel so special.” Eddie drawled and Steve grinned.

“You are.” Steve purred, kissing him sweetly. “Never did anything with a guy until you, so I think you’re very special.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie smirked, burying his hand in Steve’s hair and tugging him back into a filthy kiss. Steve melted into it, denim pressed against denim, grinding against the heat with a soft groan. He had practically forgotten what even got them to this point until Eddie broke the kiss and whispered.

“You know, you could really knock me up if you wanted to.”

Steve’s brain went blank at those words, entire body flushing with arousal. Then the embarrassment at his own body’s reaction burned his flesh hotter and he cleared his throat, blinking rapidly to try and reset his functions, tongue too big for his mouth.

“I-” He looked down at Eddie who was smirking at him, like he fucking knew what he was doing to Steve, and Steve felt an inkling of shame. “I-I can’t do that to you, man. I mean, you’re a guy, right? And- and I respect that, I do. I’m not gonna...make you some kind of trophy wife.” It’s a weak excuse because honestly, Steve wanted nothing more than to fuck Eddie raw, lady parts or gentleman parts aside. Even before Eddie told him, he had had some nasty fucking dreams about the shit he’d like to do to Eddie’s hole - holes plural, now.

“That’s cute, Stevie, but I’ve always wanted kids, and I really don’t mind doing it the old fashioned way. If anything, I’m begging you to fuck my shit up.” Eddie grinned, all teeth and dangerously confident. There was a small part of Steve that was reluctant, unsure how to handle Eddie’s complete disregard for gender norms involving carrying a child, but he didn’t get to dwell on it with Eddie shoving him off. Steve fell on his ass with a soft sound of surprise.

He looked up and swallowed his words back down at the sight of Eddie shedding his jeans, a downright predatory grin on his lips. Steve’s eyes trailed down long legs, muscled thighs and strong calves, gliding them back up as his briefs dropped next, gulping. He was unsure if he was allowed to look, but he got a glance, and that was enough to make him flustered beyond belief because Eddie in unfairly hot standing before him like a Greek statue. He was still wearing his Hellfire shirt, and Steve watched as he pulled it up his stomach slowly, tying it off at his ribs. It was too baggy to see much shape, but he wasn’t focused on Eddie’s chest, no, he was salivating over the lamp-silhouetted middle dusted in dark hairs that snaked down the soft dip of his stomach.

“Stay.” Steve nodded without a second thought, eyes falling to his ass as Eddie walked away to rummage through his bag. Steve rolled onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he admired his mostly naked boyfriend. Was there a better sight than this? Steve doubted it.

He furrowed his brows at the tube of lube Eddie pulled out.

“Why do you have that?”

“I wanted to be prepared.” Eddie paused in his endeavor to stand and sunk down down to dig deeper in his bag. He pulled out black straps and something solid...

“Is that a dick?”

“Always prepared.” Eddie grinned, barely containing his laughter. Steve wondered how many times Eddie had brought that out to dates and bit his lip, already thinking of where they could meet next with zero interruptions.

“Next time.”

“Next time.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled and practically threw it back down in favor of tossing the lube at Steve, who fell back trying to catch it.

“I still don’t get why we need-” Eddie crawled into Steve’s lap like he wanted to devour him, hand reaching down to tug Steve’s jeans down properly and Steve was happy to assist, his bottoms barely halfway down his thighs when Eddie stole the tube back.

“My ride needs a little grease to run smoothly.” Eddie said vaguely, popping the tube open as Steve kicked his pants off. He hissed when Eddie squirted cold lube over his dick, the excess sliding over his balls and dripping down his ass onto the blanket. Ruined, for sure, but Steve didn’t have the time to complain before Eddie was tossing the tube aside and sitting back against his dick like it was his throne. Steve let out a punched-out groan, grabbing his hips, but Eddie didn’t move an inch.

He was hot, fucking molten, and Steve’s head was fuzzy with desire the longer Eddie rested there, twisting his hips ever so slightly so he could feel it against the length of his dick, the pretty pink tip oozing precum that caught on black curls and dotted against his belly.

“You’re a fucking cock-tease, Eddie.” He should have guessed it, Eddie’s edged him enough times to show off his sadistic streak, but it still got him harder than anything else on this fucking earth.

“Come on, big boy.” Eddie laughed low and deep, leaning down to purr into his ear like he wasn’t already ruining Steve for anyone else. “You want that family of six, you might wanna get started now.”

Oh.

Oh. That’s a thought. A wicked, tempting thought that should have never seen the light of day, but now he was really thinking about it. About fucking Eddie, filling him, owning a fragment of this man for life, keeping him full and glowing and Christ, he shouldn’t be this hard over the idea of Eddie having his baby. Because he knew Eddie would be a good dad, and it was kind of endearing and potent horny material for Steve’s fucked up little mind.

He wasn’t thinking of the consequences when his control snapped, Eddie letting out a little yelp of laughter as Steve rolled them over, snatching Eddie’s lips in a heady kiss. But Eddie’s hands were in his hair and scratching up his back like he fucking wanted every consequence spoken into existence and Steve was not going to deny his boyfriend a fucking thing.

The lube left his hand sticky when he grasped himself, and he was pretty sure it was going to be everywhere once they were done, but it was strangely hot to think about. He wanted to make a mess, make Eddie messy and unable to look at anyone else but him. He was a little possessive, but he had considered Eddie to be his since he pressed that broken bottle against his throat.

He could barely pull away from his lips, intoxicated by the little sigh Eddie gave when he slipped inside, tight and hot and Steve had to stop once he bottomed out because he was going to finish this before it even began if he didn’t.

“Fuck, knew you’d feel good, sweetheart.” It made his head spin a little, the tug to his hair that guided his head back, the hoarseness of his voice as he spoke, the firm press of lips and the scent of weed on his breath. It was perfect, everything was perfect, and Steve heard lube squelch obscenely as he rolled his hips, fucking deeper, wanting to stay buried in the heat forever.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie’s amusement intertwined with his low whisper. “Give it to me, big boy.” Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t care if he came too quick, he needed to move.

Eddie wasn’t loud, but his body was. From the way his grip grew tighter to the way his leg curled around his waist, ankles hooked, his shoulders rising and falling with the soft breathy sounds he couldn’t contain. A moan slipped past his lips when Steve’s kissed his jaw, the taste of salt on his tongue as he drove his hips forward, sticky slapping filling the room. Steve knew he was being louder than his partner, but there was no shame to be felt about it, not when Eddie was panting in his ear and digging crescent moons into the curve of his shoulder.

“Fuck, Stevie, that’s it.” Steve couldn’t deny the shiver that ran down his spine when Eddie spoke, the way his back bowed when his fingers traced the length of it, exhaling a shaky moan. “You feel so good, baby, keep going.” Steve choked back a whimper at the praise, head pleasantly fuzzy as he pressed his body along the length of his, sinking into Eddie’s voice.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He was laughing in his ear, husky and teasing, and Steve moaned softly against his hair, grinding into the slick heat. “You wanna cum, baby? You’ve been so patient, waiting your turn...”

His fingers threaded and twisted in his hair where it was getting long in the back and Steve’s hips stuttered with a gasp.

“Please, fuck, Eddie.” He was desperate, teetering right near the edge and Eddie hummed, tugging gently to keep Steve going, like he was the jockey and his hand the whip, keeping him running. Leading him to go faster, harder.

“Go on, Stevie, cum for me.” Eddie chuckled, a pitched sigh escaping him as Steve rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, the slap of skin and lube lewd in their ears. Steve kissed the skin he could reach while in Eddie’s grip, not daring to fight it, not when it felt so good, and gasped against the faintest brush of lips.

“Jesus, Eds, I’m so close.” His tongue felt heavy, heart thumping so hard he could feel it in his fingers and toes, but he couldn’t stop the snap of his hips. Eddie swore softly as he stole another kiss, barely grazing his lower lip, eyes dark and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Steve felt his hand against the side of his neck and moaned, leaning into it before Eddie guided his head to the left, lips brushing the shell of his ear. His breathing was uneven, heavy, but warm against his skin and Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Come on, Stevie, breed me till I can’t fuckin’ move.” Fireworks. Steve never thought he’d feel them, but fuck if he could describe it as anything else. They erupt all over his skin as he came hard, a strangled whine muffled into Eddie’s shoulder. It felt like the longest orgasm of his life, riding it out with little bucks, fucking deeper until his strength gave out, sagging against Eddie. He could hear Eddie’s huff of amusement in his ear, his grip loosening. His hand ran through his hair, root to length and down to his nape. Steve felt himself relax even more, turning into a puddle under the attention. Eddie’s legs are still wrapped around him, keeping him close, and he was warm, throbbing dully around his sensitive cock.

“You’re fucking adorable, Stevie.” Eddie’s grin pressed against his temple, kissing gently, Steve felt the fuzziness slowly clear, rising from his afterglow slowly. He raised his chin to meet his lips, seeking out the taste of weed and flesh. He shifted, hands finding Eddie’s thighs, and the other moaned airily.

“Did you cum?” He asked, partially distracted by Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s lips thinned before he wrinkled his nose.

“I don’t really get off on this kind of stuff. Penetrative, I mean.” Steve’s ears burned, a swell of guilt forming in his chest.

“If you’re not into it, you should have told-”

“Oh no, I’m into it, it just doesn’t...finish me off.” Eddie explained flippantly, waving his hand like it doesn’t matter. “It’s fine. This was for you, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned, brown eyes soft as he pulled Steve back in for a kiss. Steve only allowed one before he huffed.

“You’re coming.”

“Am I?” Eddie laughed at the determined pinch of his boyfriends brows, his clenched jaw. He raised himself up by his elbows, biting his lower lip. “You already got me off once, I really am fine.”

“Lemme suck you off.” Steve paused and frowned. “Eat you out?”

“You had me at sucking me off.” Eddie corrected, tongue between his teeth as he grinned, daring Steve to follow through. Steve slipped out with barely a sigh, Eddie splaying his legs out lazily. Steve slid his hands up Eddie’s stomach as he laid down on his front, sticky against the blanket but uncaring at that point. He dragged his tongue over Eddie, the man inhaling sharply, ringed hand sliding into Steve’s hair as his head tipped back.

The lube coated his tongue in a slightly sweet taste, but it was vaguely unpleasant in the back of his throat. He didn’t dwell on it, focusing on the bitter taste of his own cum that leaks past puffy lips, the tang of sweat beneath all of it.

“It seems counter-productive to clean up your mess if you’re trying to knock me up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s hip twitched under his hand as it glided down his skin and between his legs, chest stuttering with a gasp.

“I’m not cleaning it up.” He replied hoarsely, tonguing swirling around his dick, his fingers sliding along the slit and slipping inside. He sucked sweetly, half-mast eyes staring up at his boyfriend that was clenching around the digits. Like a cat who got the cream, Steve purred internally, laving Eddie’s cock in attention as he fingered his cum deeper into his fluttering hole.

He groaned when Eddie’s legs hooked over his shoulders, keeping his mouth pressed to his mound. Steve didn’t know what he looked like right now, but Eddie spared him one glance and had to look away, a guttural groan ripped from his vocal cords.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, Stevie.” Steve preened under the compliment, milk coffee lashes fluttering against red cheeks. He could feel Eddie throbbing, constricting, and he kissed his cock with tongue like a hooker conning a client into another round, moaning as Eddie’s thighs cradled each side of his head, lost in the burn of course hair and hot skin until the dam broke.

Eddie came hard and Steve was just there for the ride, groaning as his thighs squeezed his head, gushing over his fingers and pulsing in his mouth. He nuzzled between his leg as Eddie twitched, stomach trembling, elbows giving way until he was splayed out on the floor, hair haloing him. Steve kissed his cock gently and Eddie shoved his head weakly with his hand with a sound of protest, making the brunet laugh.

Steve pulled away, sitting up on his knees as he sucked the mess off his fingers, sweet and bitter and tangy. He liked how they tasted together. He crawled up Eddie’s body and kissed him hard, buzzing with happiness.

“We should get married.” He muttered against Eddie’s lips, drunk on his overflowing feelings. “Court house, witness.” He kissed up Eddie’s cheek, babbling a bit. “Wait, no, we can’t get married, fuck, maybe we could have like some kind of union or something.”

“Stevie, baby, if you keep fucking me like this, my uncle will be there with a shotgun to make you take responsibility.” Eddie grinned and Steve’s dick twitched. He shouldn’t be raring to go at the idea, but his half-doped up brain thought that it was amazing.

“Should do it again. Make sure it sticks.” Eddie laughed, shoving his shoulder but didn’t resist when Steve rolled him over with a grunt, continuing to giggle like he was high. Steve pressed against his back and kissed his shoulder, hands slipping under the Hellfire shirt to hook it up over Eddie’s head. The man raised his arms up, giving him his silent consent to see more, hair falling into his face and chest pressed against the blanket. Steve brushed his hair aside, kissing his cheek and down his neck, tracing his fingers along Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“Always wanted to do it like this.” Steve breathed into his neck, Eddie letting out a soft hum. “You’re so beautiful, Eddie.” There was a soft, tender part of him that kind of wanted to cry because it was true. Eddie was more beautiful than anything Steve had seen and he had thought so since the day he laid his gaze on those big brown eyes, alight with joy as he talked on and on about seeing Ozzy live as a kid.

He wanted to be able to call him beautiful for the rest of their lives.

He moaned softly as he sunk back home, hooking his forearm under Eddie’s bicep, rocking them slowly as he molded himself to his back. Eddie’s hand found his, holding it against his shoulder with an answering moan.

“I’d marry you, if we could.” Eddie murmured, eyes shut and lips parted ever so slightly. Steve buried his nose in his neck and nodded.

“Me too.” Eddie gasped softly, lashes fluttering as Steve quickened his pace, hot breath caressing his ear. “I’m gonna take good care of both of you, Eddie.” Eddie shivered and melted beneath him as he spoke, voice low with intent. “All you gotta do is keep taking it just...” He snapped his hips and Eddie throbbed, dick grinding into the blanket. “Like...” Steve placed a hand on the dip of his back, pressing him deeper into the cushion, his legs shaking. “This.” His lips sealed against the top vertebrae, fleeting, soft, and Eddie’s entire body shook with it, bowing and squeezing his hand so tightly it hurt.

Eddie’s lips trembled, wetting them as he sagged. The promise in his words were damming and Eddie was certain he was fucked.

But fuck, he did not care in the slightest.