First impressions are often wrong. Steve's first impression of Eddie was that he was a crass older alpha with too many tattoos to ever possibly be gainfully employed. Eddie's first impression of Steve was that he was a young uptight omega who needed to get the pretentiousness fucked right out of him.
Their first date was an absolute disaster, but the one night of passion they spent together afterwards was a decent consolation prize... At least until the pregnancy test shows up positive a few weeks later.
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Two people who hate each other decide to coparent a baby bump until they inevitably fall in love.
Eddie’s instincts were going through the roof. He’d never thought it would happen to him, yet here he was acting like some kind of knot head. Newly mated and after saving up every penny he had, he finally took the small loan from Steve and moved them both into a brand new trailer tricked out with all the fineries Steve could ever want.
Now they had their own place, Eddie's desire to ensure everyone knew who the alpha that lived there was and who he protected.
The first thing he’d done was heavily scent his den, drenching it in his musky, whiskey tones before carefully helping his mate to bring in all his nesting items to set up a nice and safe room in the corner of his den. This didn’t seem to appease the rumbling growl in his chest, his scent glands working over time producing enough oil that he could massage it into Steve’s skin. He especially liked rubbing it over Steve’s pretty cock, then mixing it with his slick and feeding it back to the omega.
Steve seemed in a trance as all this took place, his own body gave way to the desire and Eddie rumbled his pleasure watching Steve rubbing his wrists or bringing items to his neck to scent mark everything in their trailer as well.
It still wasn’t enough, Eddie still couldn’t cool the fire that burned inside of him. He was in a haze when Steve came outside to call for him.
“Eddie?” Steve asked into the darkness that surrounded their remote home.
Steve found him pissing on the property line, barely aware of what he was doing before he jumped out of his skin at Steve’s gentle touch to his shoulder.
“Keeping us safe, alpha?” Steve purred, “Such a strong perfect alpha for me.”
Eddie was working purely on instinct when he said, “Undress.” He saw Steve’s eyes twinkle and let his own purr out when Steve complied. Dropping to his knees without question. “Mine.” Eddie added, his eyes flashed red and his fangs rubbed against the outside of his lips.
He turned to Steve, cock still in hand and waited. The hint of a nod was all he needed to start again, the first steady stream hit Steve’s chest, the omega moaned and distantly he was thankful for the lack of neighbours.
Steve tipped his head back. A growl ripped through Eddie’s chest as he aimed himself higher, then the piss was coating Steve’s neck, his face and hair. When Steve looked up at him with golden flecks shimmering in his eyes he lunged.
He fell upon Steve’s lips toppling him over to lay on the grass. “Mine, everyone will know. Mine, my mate, my omega, my love.”
Steve gasped when Eddie let go. “Yes, alpha, yours all yours.”
It was dirty and primal when Eddie pushed Steve’s chest into the dirt lifting his hips so the omega was presenting for him. He fucked like they had when they sealed their bond; feral energy and the need to ensure that the world knew exactly who Steve belonged to. He didn’t knot Steve, that would be a waste. Instead he pulled out, two hands on his knot and aimed it over Steve’s back, adding to the mess already there with his seed that seemed to never stop.
When they both came back to themselves, covered in dirt and Steve scenting so purely of Eddie, he managed to stand up, pulling his omega to him. He still felt the raw energy of his alpha roaring inside of him, yet now it told him to nurture and protect. He carried Steve bridal style into their home, thoroughly pleased with the protection he’d ensured.
Eddie’s chest rumbled when Steve’s head fell to his shoulder and nestled in his neck and purred loudly in his chest as Eddie filled up their big tub. Once Steve was clean he scented so purely of Eddie that no one would ever doubt he was unmated ever again
Rating: E
Pairing: Steddie
Word count: 15,758
@stmarchmm Prompt: dystopian society
Summary:
Wayne grimaced, watching Eddie disappear into the house. "He's…feelin' torn up about this," he said. "And listen, you gotta be patient with him. If you—if anything—well, I live just across the way, in the trailer park. He can walk home to me, easy. If he ran he could be on my doorstep in two minutes, and he's got a key. So, you know, don't make him skittish. I might not bring him back to you, depending on what happens."
Steve frowned a little. "I—I'm supposed to protect him. I wouldn't…I won't. Do anything bad, I mean."
Wayne sighed. "I had him just about talked into this whole thing, you know, he—he does want an Alpha, and pups and all, told him he wasn't gonna find those things couch-surfin', and he had his mind all made up that it was gonna be fine, until he saw your file."
Steve's heart sank. "We—we barely knew each other. I'm not sure we've ever talked."
or
in an Omegaverse world where people find their mates before graduation or are assigned a mate by the government, Eddie and Steve are assigned to each other in the late summer of '85.
Tags: Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, more like enemies to lovers to friends to mates, all while basically married, Moving In Together, Oppressive Government, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Dramatic Eddie Munson, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, is talked about, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick, Bad Parent Danny Harrington | Steve Harrington's Father, Not Billy Hargrove Friendly, Good Uncle Wayne Munson
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers, Jim “Chief” Hopper, Steve Harrington’s Mother
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Omegaverse Omega Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Teacher Steve Harrington, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Unsolicited Pregnancy Comments/Advice, Dirty Talk
Summary:
Day 17 prompt - Pregnancy - Steddie
Steve loves being pregnant and growing their first pup. But now that he’s starting to show, everyone around him seems to think that he needs their advice and even worse, their judgement. He likes those two things a lot less and with Eddie away on a short tour, he’s sort of on his own just trying to keep calm despite the growing number of comments, advice and unwanted bump touches.
OR: The 5 times Steve does his best to power through and the 1 time he explodes.
Okay I'm working on one last thing for @stmarchmm and I almost had someone saying something about bathroom graffiti and suddenly realized-
Are omegaverse bathrooms are gendered male/female or Alpha/Omega, or are there 4 bathrooms everywhere??
What about the children that haven't presented?? Probably just all in the Omega bathroom????
Rating: E
Pairing: Steddie
Word count: 2671
@stmarchmm Prompt: surprise heat or rut
Summary:
Eddie headed into the store, and found Harrington in the back room. "Uh, hi. I'm Eddie. I'm starting today. Working. Here."
Steve looked up from a stack of papers. "Oh. Um. Hi," he said, grinning. "I'm Steve. I thought I was gonna be working alone today." He brushed past Eddie, towards the computers. "Come on, we should clock you in."
Eddie found himself a little dazed, drunk on the quick whiff of Steve's scent. Of course they'd worn patches in school, not that they'd ever interacted much anyway. Citrus and grass and chlorine, Steve smelled like a perfect summer day, and—
Shit. Eddie was hard.
Tags: Omega Verse, Mating Cycles/In Rut, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Family Video (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson Works at Family Video, Sex In Eddie Munson's Van, Unsafe Sex
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Eddie couldn't fathom how he got here. As the obnoxious party raged around him, he sat slumped on a couch in the home of the one and only Steve Harrington; the biggest knot-head to have ever gone into heat.
After the insanity of acquiring a handful of pups during what is arguably the worst week of his life, Steve’s hormones get knocked out of whack and he starts lactating. He does his best to hide it, only to fail spectacularly.
He feels like a freak. It only makes sense that the school freak would be interested in what’s happening with Steve’s tits.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson
Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Lactation, Lactation Kink, Galactorrhea, Breast Worship, Nipples, Breastfeeding, The sexy kind, Praise, Coming In Pants, Getting Together, Post-Season/Series 02, Accidental Voyeurism, Grinding
Max won’t ever say it, but she likes it, the way Steve gently and methodically slides his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, squeezing at her wrists with the slightest pressure to stimulate her own developing scent glands. It helps to mix their scents, mark them as pack, tell her she’s loved and cared for. She tells herself that she likes it so much because Steve smells like lavender and sweet mint. A little pocket of calm for her nose that lingers on her skin after a movie night or a ride home from the arcade.
Sometimes she goes a couple weeks without seeing Steve, everyone busy. Her mother’s scent marking is lackluster now, all the drinking souring her scent, the alcohol burning away any of her natural sweetness, and her friends do their best, but pup scents aren’t strong enough, all similarly powdery.
Then she’ll catch a whiff of Steve on Dustin and she has to bite her tongue to keep from growling. But Lucas always notices, taking her hand and allowing their scents to mingle. “You can always go see him, you know,” Lucas says, again.
They both know who he means by “him.”
Max shrugs, unwilling to admit she wants anything, least of all to be scent marked by the boy she wishes could have been her older brother.
They both know she won’t do anything or say anything, but the next day Steve will be in the parking lot when school gets out. He’s picking up Eddie, the van in the shop again, but Max knows he’s waiting for her, his arms opening easily for her.
🪻🪻🪻
Lucas gets more than enough affection at home, his parents making sure he carries their scents before he leaves the house each morning. His mother’s rich molasses scent sits at his neck, his father’s peppery green scent grips his shoulders. He has never gone a day of his life without being marked, and it shows in his bearing—head held high, comfortable in himself, not always sure about the world, but sure of himself.
He doesn’t need Steve the way the others do. But Steve still cares, clapping him on the back and slapping his hand in triumphant high-fives. They talk sports and bump shoulders, and it’s enough. Steve’s soft herbal scent lives with the others on his skin, a link to the pack he’s chosen for himself.
🪻🪻🪻
Mike acts like it annoys him. He complains about Steve crashing Hellfire, how the omega is only going to distract the DM and cut their game short.
Never mind the fact that Steve only ever shows up after their end time. He still attaches himself to Eddie as soon as he’s in the door, throwing it in everyone’s faces just what will be happening later that night.
Mike hates that for real, knowing that Eddie and Steve… That they make sense to each other.
They should be diametrically opposed, yet Eddie never looks happier than when he is with Steve. And Steve is the same, like his body is drawn into Eddie’s gravity, relaxing just by being near him.
The sex thing, too. Mike hates thinking about that…
So, he grouses when Steve shows up and gets in the way of him talking with Eddie as they pack up the table. He ducks when Steve reaches to ruffle his hair the way he does with Dustin—but never so far Steve can’t touch him.
It’s never much, but it brightens the musky leather scent left by Eddie’s touch; a complement that Mike appreciates, he just isn’t ready to understand it. Not now.
He scowls every time it happens, only to shrug when Will elbows him. Will who appreciates the subtle gesture, even though he rarely receives it himself. Will isn’t one of Steve’s pups, their packs overlapping at odd angles to keep them separate. It’s why Will can tell Mike secretly likes it, having Steve’s scent on him, the way he sniffs that little bit more after Steve’s touch.
Will and Steve will share a smile as the pups leave. They have a bet going to see how long it takes Mike to get over himself.
🪻🪻🪻
With alarming regularity, Dustin fully sleeps on top of Steve. It usually starts with him sitting next to him on the couch during movie night, and as the evening progresses Dustin curls into Steve’s side.
By the time everyone else is ready to go home, Dustin is asleep, face pressed to Steve’s neck, curled up in his lap. “I’ll get everyone else out the door, then give Mrs. H. a call,” Eddie murmurs as he stands, pecking a kiss to Steve’s temple.
“Thanks,” Steve returns, keeping his voice down. Dustin may not have many nightmares now, but he still has trouble sleeping. His brain is always buzzing, new thoughts constant, keeping him awake far too late as he jots down ideas and digs through his bookshelf to look things up. Steve knows he’s running on too little sleep, and he’s happy to be a calming presence for his favorite pup.
Not that he’ll be a pup much longer, and Dustin’s grown close to a foot taller since he started treating Steve like furniture. Having his deadweight on his chest is a bit more of a strain than it used to be. But once he presents he won’t want the same kind of cuddles.
If he ends up an alpha, his instincts will have him shying away, not wanting to look like a threat to an alpha he respects by scenting Eddie’s omega. The only omega he’ll still allow to mark him will be his mother, at least until his hormones settle.
Dustin will stay cuddlier as an omega, offering and seeking comfort from the pack, but he won’t be a pup anymore. His scent will tickle a different place in Steve’s nose, and his instincts will have him nesting more, his omega learning to self-soothe.
For now, Steve will let Dustin crush him a little, taking the time to cover him in his scent.
🪻🪻🪻
Steve can’t be near Eddie without touching him—holding hands, pressed to his side, arms wrapped tight around his chest, cupping his cheeks to hold him in place for a kiss—all perfect opportunities to cover his alpha in his scent. He wants everyone Eddie meets to know he is taken. That he has an omega who cares for him.
That he’s loved.
Eddie returns the favor in kind, his warm leather scent rubbed along Steve’s back and down his arms. Kissed against Steve’s neck and onto his cheeks, his lips. Filling him with his scent as they lie together in Steve’s nest, naked and warm, clinging to one another. The intimacy of their scents mixing so complete that they always smell of each other, a scent that will settle permanently when they bond.
A few times now, Steve’s come close to asking for it. He wants to breathe forever in and hold it in his lungs, to have Eddie’s scent inside him always. To have his love filling him to bursting.
Soon enough, Steve will realize it has already taken root.
🪻🪻🪻
Steve is nesting, readying the nursery for its impending inhabitant. All the furniture has been built—by Wayne, Eddie was allowed to hold things in place—and arranged just so. The walls are a gentle blue, gauzy curtains hang at the windows, and a cozy rug covers the floor. The crib has simple bedding, for safety, but Steve has a nest in the corner, a place for him and the pup.
It already has scent tokens from his packmates, and the sheets and blankets stink of Eddie, now it needs a final layer of Steve. Of Mama.
He’s lying in the nest on his side, clutching a pillow and pressing his wrists to the fabric. A baby blanket is draped loosely around his neck like a scarf, his scent seeping into the fibers.
“How are you?” Eddie asks from the doorway, “Both of you? How are my sweethearts holding up?”
Steve strokes down over his round belly. “She’s fine, keeps kicking and letting me know she wants more space.”
“Steve…” Eddie shakes his head fondly. “What about you?”
“I’d be better if my alpha was in my nest with me. She’ll like it more too, having Daddy close.”
“Okay.” Eddie smiles, slotting himself into place at Steve’s back, covering his mate’s hand where it rests over their pup. He nuzzles against Steve’s neck, right over his bite mark, and inhales. Steve purrs and Eddie rumbles his own contented pleasure in response. “Yeah, feels pretty good here,” Eddie mumbles, “Smells like home.”
For @stmarchmm Day 31 prompt: free day! it's still the 31st where I am so I'm posting it!
rating: G | pairing: Steddie | wc: 1277
Summary:
Steve meets the alpha of his dreams.
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Steve nuzzled closer to the warm body holding him. The sea salt and sandalwood scent tickled his nose as he breathed in the mysterious alpha. Warm lips slid along his own, soft and sweet.
“Please,” Steve whispered. The man growled, burying his face in Steve’s neck.
“You’re beautiful,” a deep voice rasped. “Prettiest alpha I’ve ever seen.”
Steve whined, accepting the other man’s tongue into his mouth. He licked against Steve’s palette, practically devouring him whole.
Steve had never been kissed like this in his life. Birds sang, wedding bells chimed as Steve melted in the alpha’s embrace.
The bells got louder and shriller the longer they stayed pressed together. Steve furrowed his brows, suddenly annoyed the sound.
Why won’t it stop?
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Jolting upright, Steve gasps for air. Looking around in shock, he finds himself in his bedroom. Alone. The alarm clock blares, the same screaming from his dream.
It’s been the same dream for weeks now. The same alpha, the same ocean scent. It’s driving him nuts.
Grumbling to himself, Steve turns off his alarm and throws himself out of bed. He shuffles to the closet, as a stretch overtakes his body.
Normally, Steve wouldn’t think too hard about what to wear. The bakery he works at is pretty lax with dress code; and since he opens, he’s only in front of customers for two or three hours.
But as he pulls out his go to joggers and t-shirt, the strange alpha from his dream fills his head. Long curly brown hair, teasing smirk, lithe frame with hidden muscle…a shiver runs down Steve’s spine.
It’s odd. Steve knows he’s never seen the man before; but at the same time, he seems so familiar. The way they kissed… Steve lightly touches his lips.
He’s been with omegas, alphas, and betas alike; no one has ever kissed him like the alpha from his dream. Of course you haven’t, it’s a figment of your imagination!
Shaking his head at himself, Steve grabs his date night jeans. A size too small, they leave little to the imagination. He doesn’t want to get coffee on his nicer shirts, so he yanks on a light blue polo.
Checking his reflection, Steve admires himself. There’s a tasteful amount of chest hair peeking above his collar and his biceps bulge just a little.
I’m losing my mind, he thinks as he heads out the door.
By the time the shop opens, Steve really regrets his date night jeans. As hot as they make him look, they are not conducive for the range of motion he needs.
Luckily, his replacement should be here in an hour. Then, he can go home and get comfortable. Maybe burn these jeans.
Just as he’s taking a tray of hot rolls from the oven, the bell above the door rings.
“Welcome to Benny's Hot Buns,” Steve shouts the greeting over his shoulder.
“Benny's hot buns huh? Are you Benny?” A man says.
That voice. Steve turns around so fast the rolls spill all over the floor; but he doesn't even notice.
“It’s you,” He whispers. Because the man standing in the lobby is the one from his dreams. Blinking rapidly, Steve's eyes dart all over the man's features. The same long curly hair, the same thin frame. The same sandalwood and sea salt scent.
The only difference between the two is the real life alpha’s mouth is down turned in a concerned frown. The empty tray slips from Steve's hands, bouncing off his arm, before it crashes loudly to the floor.
Steve hisses, his ginger scent sharpens as the burning sensation breaks through his stupor. With no hesitation, the alpha vaults over the counter and grabs his wrist, inspecting his forearm.
“It doesn’t look too bad,” the man says with pursed lips. “Do you have any burn cream?”
“In the back,” Steve points behind the swinging door that leads to the kitchen. “I can get it,” he tries to insist.
“I’ll find it. You need to run your arm under cool water. Cool, not cold,” the man shakes his finger like a school teacher.
Endeared, Steve does as he’s told and runs the burn under the faucet. It feels amazing, he has to admit.
“Found it!” The alpha shouts as he returns with the first aid kit.
“What’s your name? I can’t keep thinking of you as ‘the alpha,’” Steve sighs. The man snorts.
“Eddie Munson, at your service,” he bows.
“Steve Harrington, at yours,” he replies. It’s a weird call and response he heard in one of Dustin’s movies, but it makes Eddie’s eyes sparkle with mirth.
“Nice to meet you, Stevie. Now, can I take a look at your arm?” Eddie asks. Steve nods, holding it out for Eddie. With gentle touches, Eddie pats the burn dry and dabs on the cream. He releases a calming scent, the sandalwood/sea salt combo reminds Steve of the ocean. His favorite place.
Once he’s done with the cream, Eddie lightly wraps his arm with gauze.
“That should do it,” he whispers, glancing up. They’re close. Much closer than Steve anticipated. Eddie’s nose nearly brushes his as he pulls away, clearing his throat.
“Thanks,” Steve says.
“No, problem.”
The lingering silence is awkward.
“So, I’m assuming you didn’t come to the bakery to take care of a surface burn. What can I get you?” Steve asks, breaking the tension.
“Oh, right!” Eddie laughs, going back to the customer side of the counter. “I’m picking up a catering order. Should be under Wayne.”
With a nod, Steve head to the back, locating the boxes with ease.
“Six croissants, two loaves of bread, and a dozen bagels,” Steve rattles off. “I threw in a few apple fritters, too. On the house, for your help earlier.”
“That’s sweet of you, thanks sweetheart,” Eddie grins, taking the packages.
Eddie’s almost at the front door when he stops. He puts everything down on a nearby table and turns back to face Steve. There’s a calculating look in his eyes.
“Earlier you said, ‘it’s you’. What did you mean?” Eddie asks, voice soft and almost shy. Oh, that. Steve winces.
“You’re the alpha in my dreams,” Steve whispers, cringing at the way that sounds. “That’s not a line I swear! I just…” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and averting his gaze. “I’ve been having the same dream for weeks. I can never see the alpha’s face, but he has hair just like yours and you smell exactly the same. That’s crazy, right?”
He expects Eddie to run from the shop as fast as he can, calling him every version of insane in the book. Instead, his ringed fingers land on his wrists again. He’d been too distracted to notice them before, but they suit the man’s hands.
“It’s not crazy,” Eddie whispers. He grips Steve’s chin, tilting his head until they make eye contact. “You’re the alpha in my dreams, too.”
“Really?” Steve gasps, searching his face for any sign of deception; but finding none.
“Can I kiss you, baby?” Eddie leans closer, a hair’s breath away. Steve nods and lets his eyes slip shut.
Just like his dream, Eddie’s warm lips press against his softly. Steve sighs, melting into the arms circling his waist. He wraps his own around Eddie’s neck, pulling him in.
They kiss and kiss and kiss until Steve breaks away, gasping for air.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. He was right, no one has ever kissed him like that.
“Where have you been all my life?” Eddie grins.
“In your dreams,” Steve grins mischievously.
“That was terrible,” Eddie snorts, shaking his head fondly before kissing Steve some more.
This event is called 'Stranger Things March Mating Madness,' so our official last day is today. That being said, you guys know we like to keep a good party going as long as possible!
Didn't quite finish that one work you wanted to? That's okay, we're not picky about the timing. March Mating Madness is a state of mind, not just a month. As long as you guys are posting, I’ll be here to repost! The AO3 collection will also stay open until I remember to close it (last year's collection just closed last month).
At this time, it's unsure whether there will be a STMMM27, but never say never. We can gauge fandom interest early next year and see whether it makes sense to continue. For that reason, I highly encourage everyone to stay following the event accounts.
Thank you all so much for participating, whether it was with contributions of fics, art, or cheerleading! It's been a fun month and the Stranger Things omegaverse community is such a talented bunch of weirdos I love sharing a space with💛
Eddie couldn't fathom how he got here. As the obnoxious party raged around him, he sat slumped on a couch in the home of the one and only Steve Harrington; the biggest knot-head to have ever gone into heat.
Rating: G
Pairing: Steddie (background, mostly about Steve and his parents)
Word count: 2734
@stmarchmm Prompt: scent marking
Summary:
"Stephen," his mother said, softly. "You have an Alpha." Steve bit his lip. His entire room smelled as much of Eddie as it did of him, had for a while. He had noticed the change, but hadn't thought much of it in a long time. "Stephen?"
Steve nodded slowly. "I—yeah. I'm not dating around," he said, quietly. "Dad's gonna hate him."
Tags: Omega Verse, Scenting, Scent Marking, Bad Parent Danny Harrington | Steve Harrington's Father, the Steddie is kind of background, this is more about Steve and his parents, the character tags are correct Eddie does not actually appear
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Rating: E
Pairing: Steddie
Word count: 2266
@stmarchmm Prompt: monsterfucking
Summary:
Eddie decided to consider this, stroking his chin, and then spoke as the dragon again. "What would you give me, for the princess?"
Steve looked down at his notebook, flipping to another page as if he was checking his inventory, but then he offered, "My knot?"
Eddie crumpled a piece of scrap paper and tossed it at Steve's head. "You don't even know if the dragon is an Omega!"
or
Steve's D&D practice game is not going fully as planned.
Tags: Omega Verse, Monsterfucking, or at least there's a monsterfucker here, Monsterfucking fantasy, dragon fantasy, Steve Harrington Plays Dungeons & Dragons, author has never acutally played D&D, Sorry if it shows
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