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this entire bingo is a Mood tm, so i'm going to at least try my best!

Worship, for @lexierosewrites

Rated E, 2,579 words, omegaverse, Corroded King (Corroded Coffin + Steve Harrington)

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steddie omegaverse week day one: heat/rut

i started this prompt almost immediately after this was announced, and oops it’s not done because i have a projected 25k word count, so have this snippet! thanks @omegaversesteddieweek for putting this together

heat wave, steddie, explicit, alpha eddie / omega steve

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Sweat sticks to Steve's collar. He loosens his tie and checks his watch: 3:09. He’s not going to make it. He packs up his briefcase and lets his secretary know he’ll be gone for the rest of the day. 

The ride back to his home is hellish. Every pothole jolts his aching body, the fibers of his pants and button down scratch his skin, his head swims through molasses. He rests his head against the cool glass of the driver’s window at a red light. Steve knew Dr. Byers said it would take a month for his suppressants to flush from his system, but he didn’t expect it to be like clockwork. 

He parks on the street and hurries up the steps. He unlocks his door and slips inside. He strips his clothes off, not even bothering to fully pull them from his body. He grabs the cordless off the coffee table and dials Heat Wave’s number from memory. 

“Heat Wave services, Chrissy speaking.” 

“Hi. It’s Steve. Steve Harrington.” He pushes his chest against the chill window that looks over the small yard space. Little dots of condensation mat his chest hair. It feels like water evaporating on a hot griddle. “I’m supposed to have Eddie help. With my heat.” His pussy throbs, but he’s not slick. His cock smears pre-come against the band of his briefs. What’s this Eddie guy’s last name? Does Chrissy need it? She probably needs it. “I’m sorry, I can only remember his first name.” A whimper catches in his throat. 

“That’s alright, no last name needed. We'll page Eddie and let him know to head over. Will you be okay until he arrives? We can call your emergency contact, or I can stay on the line until Eddie can take over?" 

No, no Robin. She has forty-eight essays to grade so she can go on her date tomorrow. Really, it's just the initial heat hormones raging through his body. "I'll be okay." 

"Call back anytime if that changes. If Eddie isn't there in thirty minutes, call back and we'll page him again. Good luck with your heat, Steve." 

"Thank you." Steve hangs up and drops the cordless in the breakfast nook. He slumps onto a cushioned bench and slips two fingers in his cunt. A touch of slick keeps his fingers from dragging, but it's not enough to ease the way for a knot. He presses his thumb on the head of his cock. He rocks against his hand, his cunt sore and cock hard. He takes a finger out and pets his soft walls with one digit. Velvet smooth, hot. He presses up and clenches, lets his body find a rhythm. He tips to his side and drops his weight on his hand, fucks himself deeper, feels and hears the squelch as he jackhammers his finger in and out of his cunt. Wet, not dripping, his first orgasm just out of reach. He moans into his shoulder. Irritation heats his chest. 

The doorbell rings. 

Steve jolts up, his head slams against the bottom of the breakfast nook table. He pulls his finger out and runs his sticky hand against the growing goose egg. His arousal plummets, and the minimal amount of slick he produced dries tacky between his thighs. 

Frustration burns in the air as Steve hobbles to his front door and pulls it open. Eddie stands on the other side: outrageous hair swept up in a bandana, a bulging duffle bag over his shoulder. He should greet Eddie, step aside and let him in. Instead, a whimper bursts past his lips. 

Eddie’s eyes dart up and down Steve’s body and he shoves Steve through his own foyer. “Nice to meet you Steve. Let’s get the door shut, and you covered up, yeah?” He kicks the door close and pulls Steve’s slacks back around his hips. 

Oh. 

Steve’s heat-addled brain opened the door with his cock and pussy exposed for his whole neighborhood to see. Fuckfuckfuckityfuck. He groans and face-plants into Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Hey, none of that. No one's their best during their cycle." Eddie scruffs Steve, and Steve melts into his side. 

Steve grasps at the back of Eddie's t-shirt. "This might surprise you, but flashing the neighborhood was not in my heat plan."

Eddie laughs, and it's warm, and deep, and makes its home in Steve's belly. “I don’t think it’s in anyone’s plan. Do you think you have enough time to go over some expectations, or do you need some relief right now?”

Steve’s stomach is squirmy, but the relentless hornless isn’t as strong. “We’ve got time.” 

Eddie drops his hands from Steve’s neck and readjusts his duffle. “Lead the way.” 

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This Ken Has a Boyfriend!

A Steddie Barbie AU

Eddie the Banished is a half-elf bard, destroyer of Kas, devilish charmer, the Party’s ace up their sleeve, and he is trapped in the Barbie bin. Someone —a loyal party member never rats on their own— dumped him in the fluorescent neon pink tub during clean-up and now he’ll spend the weekend with the dippy plastic models. There’s three Barbies and one Ken, and no one has broken yet. Do they really just sit here and do nothing? “This is hell.”

“Well that’s rude.”

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felled by you

a steddie royalty a/b/o

The guards stop and shove Steve forward towards the man. He trips over his feet. Steve catches himself and stands tall. He’s a soldier, a leader, a royal prince. For now, it still means something.

The man coughs. “The king and queen of Loch Nora have been executed, the royal palace occupied, and victory declared. The royal troops of Loch Nora have been given the choice to swear loyalty to their new king or face exile. However, King Edward has not decided what to do with you.”

Steve knows two things: King Edward is an alpha and he has not taken a mate.

He sinks to the floor and prostrates himself. “I submit myself to King Edward’s rule, to be bitched and promised as his mate, and birth him an alpha heir.”

The silence that follows is choking.

Or: a Royalty Bitching AU

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