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syddsatyrn · 3 months

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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter 1

(Click here for Chapter 2)

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.

⛧Words: 3.3k

⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.

⛧Notes: This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic! I hope you all like it because Alastor is my next victim. I just want to give poor Luci some love, he is such a cutie and he's been through enough! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and we love her for that.

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The sun rises and a soft glow illuminates the kitchen. Faint streaks of dawn get brighter as time goes by, the sky is painted with hues of pink and gold. Every day you wake before him and make his coffee. It was a morning ritual you’ve come to enjoy. The silence allowed you time to think and plan your day. As you fill a cup full of coffee, the smell permeates the air.

You carefully take the cup upstairs on a tray and down a long hallway. The air hummed with a faint scent of luxury. It's grandiose and extravagant manor, with gold trim in the hallway. Apples and angelic wings decorate the molding. Your footsteps echo against the marble floors until you stop at the large double doors. You open the right side of the door quietly. The room is dark, some light peeked through the window, but the long velvet curtains block out most of it.

He's so peaceful, lying there, the silk sheets covering his midsection leave little to the imagination. His messy blonde hair and soft face has always made your heart skip a beat. Soft snores escape his lips, you almost feel bad for waking him up while he’s in such a state.

“Your majesty?” You finally speak. The King stirs and covers his face with his hands. He lets out a small groan in response.

*It's time to get up, sir.” You say as Lucifer slowly and reluctantly sits up. You hand him his coffee with a smile, he looks up at you with drowsy eyes.

“Thank you, y/n.” He replied, taking a sip of the warm and bitter drink.

You start to stroll around his room, picking up clothes that have been tossed and putting them in the laundry basket. Lucifer watches as you pick up his messy room, sipping his coffee occasionally.

“You don't have to do all that y’know.” Lucifer says, feeling a little guilty about his disorganization.

“Oh but I do, sir.” You said with a straight face.

“Y/N, I don't know what I would do without you.” He admits with a soft chuckle.

You smile, your face turns a little pink but it's hard to tell with the lights off. You walk over to the curtains and draw them open. Lucifer doesn't look too pleased with how bright it is. You walk over to his wardrobe and shuffle through the many different articles of clothing until you find his white suit with red accents.

“Your daughter called, there are documents you need to look over and you have a meeting this afternoon.” You remind him as you place his clothes on the corner of his large bed.

“Can I just go back to sleep?” Lucifer pleads with you and you let out a small sigh.

“Every day you ask me the same question and every day I tell you the same answer…”

“So that's a no…?” He chuckles softly.

That is correct, your majesty.” You roll your eyes as you leave him to get dressed for the day.

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The relationship between you two has always been a little strange. You were hired many years ago as a maid for his estate. But after a small while grew to be his right hand, now you’re titled as his “advisor”. You take your job very seriously, everyday you make his coffee, bring him his meals, complete household chores, chauffeur him around, you even attend his meetings for him occasionally. Your entire life is devoted to your King, you felt it was a respectable title. You've worked hard to get to this point, and recognize the power that comes with that. After many years of proving yourself, Hell sees you as an extension of the royal family.

Lucifer had quite a soft spot for you, he offered you a room in his home so you can do your job without the bothersome commute. He pays you well and allows you access to many of his personal assets. The free room and board, along with never having to cook for yourself made it all worth it.

After some time you developed some feelings for him, but you would never admit that. You’re not up to that societal standard. You’ve always told yourself he could have anyone he wanted, which is true. The King of Hell was dashing and charming, but also extremely powerful. Despite all that he doesn't seem to fraternize with anyone, ever since Lilith left, it’s like he's lost that part of himself.

It was time for you to get yourself a cup of coffee and bring his breakfast to the dining hall. After finishing your task you sit down at the dining table and enjoy your coffee. Not long after, Lucifer emerges, dressed, but still looking rather fatigued.

“Did you not sleep well, sir?” You ask and bring your cup to your lips.

“No, I was tossing and turning all night.” He grumbles, the dark bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway.

“Hmm…you’ve been doing that quite a bit more often than usual.” You remark.

“I know! What is up with that? It's ridiculous.” The king says with a huff.

“Ridiculous indeed, sir.”

Lucifer called Charlie on his cellphone, and talked about the Hotel she was running. Charlie says he is due for a visit so you make a mental note to schedule that later. Your mind wanders as he talks on the phone while eating various fruits. The last time Lucifer wasn’t sleeping well he was having nightmares. You remember one awful night in particular, you were up late finishing some paperwork for him when suddenly you hear a scream coming from his room. You rush in and he's curled up in a ball, sobbing. You immediately crawl into his bed to comfort him, he laid his head in your lap and you played with his blonde hair until he fell back to sleep.

“Y/N…?” Lucifer says and tilts his head slightly. Looks like he finished his phone call while you were lost in thought. You shake yourself from your memories, a pink tint spreads across your face.

“Yes?”

“Something on your mind, my dear?” He asks with a look of concern on his face.

“No sir, it's nothing.” You assure him. Neither of you have spoken of that night since.

You continue to drink your coffee, Lucifer gives you a skeptical look and continues his breakfast. The day was a very average day. After breakfast Lucifer went to his study to read over some documents and sign a few things. You took his almost empty plate and cup to the kitchen and placed it in the sink for the staff to deal with. You text Charlie with a list of dates to choose from to schedule a visit, reassuring her that you’ll make it happen.

Next is time to clean Lucifer’s room. It's not disgusting by any means, more like cluttered. He tosses stuff on the floor absentmindedly and you always end up tidying the place at some point. Besides, you are the only one allowed in his room, who else is going to do it?

You collect all the empty liquor glasses and place them on a silver tray along with the empty decanter. Making his bed was rather difficult due to it being so large, but you manage like you always do. You tidy up his bathroom, finding more clothes tossed on the floor, you put them in the laundry hamper as well. You leave his room with the silver tray and take it to the kitchen. The staff fill the decanter and give you clean crystal glasses. You return to his room and set the tray on his desk. After that, you take the basket of clothes to the laundry room.

Before you know it, the clock strikes one and you make your way to Lucifer's study. You open the door softly and enter, you set down a small tray with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies on his desk. He picks up the cup and takes a sip, the tea is exactly how he likes it.

“Are you here to tell me I have to attend another one of those annoying meetings?” Lucifer asks in a slightly irritable tone. He spins the chair around to face you, his yellow eyes fixate on yours.

“I’m afraid so, your majesty.” You reply. Lucifer groans and slumps back in his chair. Sometimes he can be a little childish, you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Y/N, I can’t sit through another one of those meetings. I will literally wilt away into nothing.” Lucifer says, he turns to face you and takes your hand in his. He softly squeezes it, your face turns a little pink as you look down and meet his begging eyes with yours.

“Can you go instead? Pretty please?” You can never resist those eyes and he knows it. Your face softens and you squeeze his hand back.

“Okay, but don't make this a habit.” You say you let go of his hand. Still trying to retain some sort of professionalism.

“Thanks doll, I owe you one.” He says with a warm smile, the same smile that makes your heart skip a beat every single time. You bow and leave him to his work, once you get behind closed doors you let out a long sigh, you truly don't want to attend this meeting either. But it can’t be helped, the show must go on.

You grab your overcoat, cellphone, keys, and meet the driver out front. It didn't take long to arrive at Carmilla’s manor. You have been asked to attend a meeting with the overlords and report back to Lucifer. The guards led you through the manor to a large meeting room, you open the door and it seems everyone is in attendance.

The V’s, Zestial, Alastor, Rosie, Zeezi and Ms Carmilla Carmine herself. You take the empty seat next to Zestial.

“My my, I didn't think Lucifer would send his pet, but Miss Carmine, I thought there was a No Dogs Allowed sign out front?” Alastor immediately starts with the catty behavior. You don't have time for any of this, you need to be home soon to serve supper.

"Your words are like a bad song on repeat. Spare us." You retort with your arms folded. The Radio Demon gives you a sinister stare and you roll your eyes at his half baked attempt at scaring you.

“Please, can we start this stupid meeting? I have somewhere to be.” Velvet says looking at her phone, not paying much attention to anything else. Vox agrees with her and Carmilla begins to speak on various topics.

The meeting felt like it ran longer than expected, it was concerning how we move forward now that exterminations are no longer an issue. They spoke of which towns were hit the hardest by the attack, what kind of ongoing plans they have and how to proceed with caution, for we do not trust the Angels and their hidden intentions. After a while, the conversations started to devolve into personal ones.

“Lucifer will be assisting the Pride Ring as best he can, any requests for aid on his part can go through me for approval. Trust that they will be hand delivered to him in person. The King wants nothing more to provide relief for his people.” Was the last thing you said before getting up and excusing yourself from the meeting, politely.

When you make it back to the car, you let out a sigh of relief. It's finally over, time to head back to the manor. When you returned it was already late into the afternoon. You hang up your coat and head to the kitchen, you pour Lucifer a small glass full of whiskey and ice. Before you put the bottle back in its place you take a quick swig, that meeting was just agonizing. You needed something to take the edge off.

You walk to the study with the glass on a silver tray, as you open the door, she sees Lucifer in his chair, reading.

“Good afternoon, your majesty.” You greet him with a smile and a short bow.

“Ah good, you’re back. How was the meeting?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“It was…interesting, to say the least.” You reply while handing him the glass. “I can see why you did not want to attend.”

“They are so insufferable, right?” He says and takes a sip.

“Indeed, sir.” You don't wish to mention Alastor’s comment from earlier, the last thing you need to do is give him something to be cross about.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” You ask politely.

“Oh no, you always do so much. Thank you Y/N.” Lucifer takes another sip of his whiskey.

You dismiss yourself and head down to the kitchen to help prepare dinner for yourself and Lucifer.

Lucifer spins around in his chair and takes a sip of the drink you left him with. He’s trying to hide it but he’s absolutely exhausted. Lately when he’s tried to sleep, memories flood his mind like ghosts of the past. The absence of warmth beside him was a void he could not fill. When he will be free from the torment, he is unsure. But every day he wakes up and there you are, right beside him as always. He knows you try to put off a cold exterior, you’re the king's guard dog after all. You were always one to never indulge your secrets but he knew a few things about you that no one else did.

The night you held him in your lap it looked as though he had fallen asleep. While you carded your fingers through his hair you whispered “I wish you knew how remarkable I think you are.” He heard you loud and clear. The King always had a space in his heart dedicated to you, but you’re his advisor, consultant, and au pair. How would the world see you both as a couple? It was certainly something that would be looked down upon by most. A bell rings and pulls him from his thoughts, dinner is ready.

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He sits in his usual spot and you always sit on his right side. Dinner was a mix of high grade meats and vegetables. You cut into your food and display proper table manners, Lucifer sneaks glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

“I scheduled a time for you to visit your daughter's hotel this Thursday.” You remark and Lucifer nods with food in his mouth.

“Good, I’ve been meaning to visit, I’ve just been so tired lately, and If I’m not tired I’m busy.”

“You need some proper rest, sir.” You state the obvious. You wish there was something else you could do to assist him with this.

“Trust me, if I had the choice I’d be asleep right now, my dear.” He takes another bite, his face looks a little forlorn. Usually you would keep to yourself unless Lucifer would outright say something is wrong, but this is different.

“Is there something wrong, sir?”

“No, it's nothing, Y/N. I’m just tired, I swear.” He says, trying to brush off any depressive feelings. You give him a bit of side eye but decide to let it go. But deep down you knew something was troubling him. It was just a matter of if and when he will tell you. You both continue eating, he tells you about the book he's reading in hopes to clear the melancholy vibe in the room. You sit and listen to him ramble on like any other normal day.

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It was getting late, Lucifer was in his room, drink in hand. Outside, the world slumbered beneath a blanket of stars, oblivious to his pain. With the window open he seeks solace in the cold night air. But the chill only served to remind him of the emptiness inside. He downs the rest of his drinks and sets it on the nightstand. He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes and wraps his arms around himself as he tries to get some rest.

But all he could see is her, walking away, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. A single tear falls down his cheek. He buries his face in the pillow and tries to forget these memories, good and bad. The minutes pass like fleeting shadows, and Lucifer finally starts to fall asleep. But not long after he wakes up in a cold sweat with a scream. His chest heaves and he feels like he can’t breathe, he looks down at his shaking hands.

You were doing your rounds in your silk pajamas, locking doors and shutting windows. You said goodnight to the kitchen staff and headed upstairs. Then suddenly you hear a loud scream come from Lucifer's bedroom, you immediately rush up the stairs to the door and open it.

He’s sitting upright in his bed, knees against his chest, holding his face in his hands. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he recalls the haunting memories. You don't say anything, you quickly sit beside him and place your hand on his back. He immediately pulls you in for a hug, you’re surprised at first but you hug him back. He buries his face in your shoulder, letting out soft muffled sobs.

“Shhhh…it's going to be okay…I’m here…I’ve got you.” You whisper soft words of reassurance in his ear, he just hugs you tighter.

“I’m so sorry…” He says between sniffles and you start to gently rub his back. You wished there was a way to stop him from feeling so miserable, but all you can do is sit and comfort him for as long as he needs. In the safety of your arms, the remnants of the dream began to dissipate. Your familiar voice and smell provided a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of his mind.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.” You say as you pet the back of his head, his face finally emerges from your shoulder and meets your gaze. You gently wipe away any stray tears with your thumb and give him a soft smile. “Tough times don’t last, tough people do, and you’re one of the strongest people I know.” You say just barely above a whisper.

A small smile appears on his face and you brush away a few stray hairs, glad that your king is feeling a little better. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel more at ease?”

“I do have one request…But I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.” He says, while looking away, he’s definitely embarrassed by his own question.

“Try me.” You reply, it can’t be that bad, he’s never asked you to do anything you’re not okay with.

“I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to sleep alone tonight…” He finally asks, he blushes a little, unsure if that's even okay to ask. You can't help but also turn a little red, this is absolutely not allowed, but maybe the rules have exceptions in times of crisis.

“Yeah…I can do that.” You agree.

Lucifer’s golden eyes widen and he perks up a bit. “R-Really?”

“Yes, really.” You chuckle softly.

Lucifer crawls back under the covers and opens his arms for you to join him. You crawl over to him and settle in, his arms wrap around you and you lace your fingers with his hand, allowing him to spoon you. His body heat and the chill night air was the perfect combination to lull you to sleep.

“Goodnight Luci~” You say before sleep starts to drag you away from this world. A nickname you lovingly use very rarely. He nuzzles your shoulder and drifts off rather quickly with nothing but a content smile on his face. When you two will admit your feelings for each other is a mystery, but for now, you’re happy just to be his biggest support system. If there's one thing you’ve learned living with Lucifer, it's that devotion in any form, is love with wings.

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eddiessidegirl · 2 years

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✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥 >:) (You don't have to do this again, but I wanted to show you that he feeling is mutual)

💕💕💕 I love youuu

#ask Beth #mutuals #hellfiremunsonn

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seatnights · 3 months

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Who are some of your favorite fan fiction writers?

i spent hours to collect usernames of authors i enjoyed reading from, and i’m sure i missed some, but i tried.

are u ready for this?

authors you SHOULD support:

oneforthemunny / icallhimjoey / jamdoughnutmagician / rosebudsgarden / willowsgri / joequinnisgod / eddiemunsons80sbaby / chrrymunson / eddiemunsonswhxre / lonelysatellites / loveshotzz / usedtobecooler / carolmunson / upsidedownwithsteve / sherifftillman / spicysix / emsgoodthinkin / retrobutterflies / tiannasfanfic / athena-writes-i-guess / shesinchargeareyoukidding / cooliestghouliest / singularattitudeofasafetypin / babybluebex / quinnyfairy / moonchildquinn / i-me-mine / luveline / myosotisa / silent-stories / blueywrites / steviesbicrisis / munson-blurbs / ficsbypix / lovejosephquinn / eddieschains / prettyboyeddiemunson / eddieandbird /pleasantlycrazyworld / corroded-hellfire / trashmouth-richie / justmeinadaze / mopeymopeymouse / munsonslilbunnie / keeponquinning / gatorstillman / allthingsjoeq / jadeylovesmarvelxo / mysticmunson / sugarsblurbs / taintedcigs / gag-me-munson / gravedigginbbydoll / ratskcoreddie / andvys / manicpixiedreamcurl / thruheavenandhighwater / joejoequinnquinn / munsonsreputation / upsidedownmvnson / hellfiresmaster / elightysixbaby / eddiessluttywaist / littledemondani / choke-me-eddie / eddiemunsonsmum / eddiemunsonfuxks / pinkrelish / hllfireclb / indulgence-be-thy-name / wheels-of-despair / hellfiremunsonn / filthyjoetini / ghost-proofbaby / havecourage-darling / forever-rogue / queenimmadolla / josephfakingquinn / roanniom / bimbobaggins69 / songforeddiemunson / munsons-hellfire / honey-flustered / eddie-van-munson / storiesbyrhi / lovebugism / neonghostlights / harrywavycurly / chestylarouxx / courtingchaos / galaxy-siren / harringtons-cupid / hard-candy-writing / wroteclassicaly / raccoonboywrites / dr-aculaaa / palomahasenteredthechat / palomahasenteredthechat / forevermoreharrington / corrodedcorpses / strangerquinns / sunnythevampireslayer / lesservillain / stevenose / eddiesxangel / stveharringtn / spookysteddie / keeksandgigz / darlingsfandom / her-power / idkidknemore / francisquinn / inkluvs / ashwhowrites / hellfire--cult / succubusmunson / v8mpstamp / stevieswhore / munsons-maiden / rustboxstarr / corrodedseraphine / reidsbtch / lexlec / katiemcrae / the-unforgivenn / keerysfolklore / appocalipse / familyvideowithsteve / tiannamortis / joekeeryswife / bettyfrommars / cinemamunson / munson-mjstan / teddyeyeseddie / lofaewrites / mediocredreams / leasstories

OK SO

here we have 137 authors, i didn’t tag anyone cuz i would probably have disturbed half of the fandom, sorry if it’s more difficult this way, but i hope i could help you a bit.

obviously, there’s no order of preference of any kind, and i tried to put as many authors as i could but i know i’ve missed someone. if i did, i’m deeply sorry, it wasn’t on purpose and i have nothing against you! if you wish you can message me or slide in my ask and ill add you immediately!

now, i’m a bit tired after all of this, and my hand hurts but:

DON’T FORGET TO SUPPORT THE AUTHORS!!!

they put their works for free!!! everyone can enjoy media and content for free thanks to them! and it cost you nothing to reblog and share their work.

thank you for every creators / writers/ artist out there to make every single works of yours and sharing them with the world. all of you deserve so much, and thanks to you for so many people the day gets better, it’s like having a sweet little treat, like taking care of yourself, like finding a place where you are understood. so, thank you infinitely. keep it up cause you’re doing amazing!

-🤍🌻🌱

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babybluebex · 1 year

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Kind of want to see Daddy’s protective side come out if someone messes with Princess 🥺. I love how you write them

yessssss this is exciting, thank you! big thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for helping me write this part (and really this whole story lol thanks rie mwah) cw dubcon/noncon (unwanted touching/kissing), fighting, slapping, a punch is thrown, blood, steve is a rat bastard

As much as you wanted to forget Eddie and write him off for good, there was something stopping you. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but he still dominated your thoughts as if he was still your boyfriend. You woke up in the morning and thought about him, waking up in that bed that he had nearly fucked you in; you wondered if you were on his mind as much as he was on yours.

“Why the long face?” Lisa asked, and you snapped out of your daydreams about Eddie. He was sitting just on the other side of the lunchroom with his Hellfire Club, and it tore your heart in two to see him smiling and laughing with them. Did he mean it when he said he loved you? Or was it a last-ditch effort to keep you? It certainly didn’t seem like the breakup affected him too much.

“Huh?” you asked, and Lisa laughed.

“Long face,” she said. “You’re up in the clouds right now, what’s going on?”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie and I broke up, and I’m just upset about it.”

“Oh, no,” Lisa said with an exaggerated pout, and you knew that she didn’t really care too much. Lisa had been your friend for a long time, and she was even the one who had instigated the whole “Oh, send her to buy the weed from Eddie, it’ll be funny!” situation, but it wasn't hard to tell when she was being insincere. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“We just had a big fight,” you said. You didn’t feel like rehashing everything, so you kept the details light, knowing that Lisa would want as much detail as possible. “He said some things and I… He was just super mean. I couldn’t forgive him for it, so we broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lisa said. “That sucks. I know you really liked him.”

You nodded and sighed, and you picked at your bag of chips as you absently listened to Lisa prattle on about some party she was planning on going to. “It’s gonna be totally fun,” she said. “I’m going, and Diana is gonna show up— at least, she told me she was gonna, but she’s such a bitch, she doesn’t do half the things she says she will— and Steve’s gonna be there—“

“Steve?” you said. “Like, Harrington?”

“Duh,” Lisa said. “He’s throwing the party.”

“Oh,” you said. “Um, well, can I come?”

“To Steve’s party?” Lisa asked, and you nodded. “I don’t know. It's not really your scene—“

“I've met him,” you said quickly, as if that would give you some sort of credit or approval from her. “Um, he and Eddie are friends, and I went to his house to watch a movie. He kissed me and everything.”

“Steve Harrington kissed you?” Lisa asked, and heat rose in your belly. You couldn’t tell what it was, anger or fear or the sheer upset feeling that Lisa didn’t believe you.

“On the cheek,” you said. “And he tried to look at my tits, but I told him no.”

“So, why do you wanna go to his party?” Lisa asked. “To get back at Eddie or something?”

You shrugged. “I don’t wanna get back at him,” you said. “I just wanna show him that… I don’t know, other people like me too.”

The party was that night at Steve’s house, and you gulped as Lisa tugged you into the depths of the party. You wondered just how many people were there, the music pounding and the thick smell of smoke and beer in the air. Smoke. It was the pungent stuff that Eddie had blown at you as he had fingered you, and your heart quickened in your chest. No. Surely he wasn’t—

“Is that Eddie?” Lisa called to you over the music, and you turned to see where she was pointing. On a couch in the living room, relaxed back with a joint in his mouth, was your ex. He wore his regular ripped jeans with the Black Sabbath shirt that you had worn, his hair looking soft and freshly shampooed, just the way you liked it. He didn’t seem as if he saw you, and you squeaked.

“I wanna find Stevie,” you told Lisa, grabbing her hand hard. “Do you know where he is?"

"Probably out by the pool," Lisa said, and she held your hand tightly as she dragged you out of the house and to the back. There were people back here too, all smoking and drinking and dancing, and your heart skipped when you saw Steve sitting on a lawn chair by the side of the pool, a cigarette behind his ear and a beer on a small table beside the chair.

"Stevie!" you called to him, and you took control, leading Lisa to him. You weren't entirely sure if she had ever met Stevie face to face before, but the way she froze when Steve looked towards you was all the confirmation you needed, and a hot flash rose in your belly. Finally; you had done something that Lisa hadn't.

"Hey there, pumpkin," Steve greeted you with a smile, and you remembered how he had called you that that night. "It's nice to see you here." He bent down and kissed your cheek, and you grinned as Lisa stayed frozen in your hand. "Who's this?"

"My friend, Lisa," you told him. "She convinced me to come tonight."

"I thought for sure you'd skip out on this," Steve told you, his eyes stuck on you, not even giving Lisa the time of day. "Especially because Eddie—"

"O-Oh, is he here?" you stammered, trying to play it off as if you had no idea.

"He always comes to my parties," Steve told you. "He sells a lot of weed here, makes a killing every time."

"I, umm, didn't see him or anything," you said softly, and Steve smiled at you, his lips quirking up.

"I'll protect you from him," Steve said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Mean ole Daddy, he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're too good for him." Steering you away from Lisa, Stevie sat you down on the lawn chair that he was previously sat on, and he sat down on the ground, letting his finger absently run across your bare knee as he sipped his beer. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Can I have a beer?" you asked meekly. "V'never had one."

"You can have the rest of mine," Steve told you, passing you the aluminum can. "I don't like this kinda beer anyway, you can have it all."

"Oh," you said softly, and you looked into the darkness of the can for a second before you pressed it to your lips and tipped your head back. It tasted bad, watery and grassy and thin, and you wrinkled your nose at it.

"How 'bout I get you a Coke instead?" Steve asked, chuckling at your reaction. "I've got some of that New Coke, have you ever had it?" You shook your head, and Steve smiled, moving himself to his feet and taking his drink back. "I'll be right back, pumpkin, you and Linda stay right here."

"Lisa," she corrected him, and Steve squinted his eyes shut.

"Right," he said. "Lisa, Lisa... You two pretty girls stay here, I'll be back."

"Wait, Stevie," you started, grappling at the edge of his shirt. "Don't tell Eddie I'm here. He'll get upset."

"Why?" Steve asked. "He's not your boyfriend anymore, he can't tell you what to do."

"Yeah, but he'll try to talk to me," you said. "A-And I think I'll start crying if he tries to talk to me."

"Well, we can't have that," Steve said, and he knocked your cheek with his bent finger affectionately. "My lips are sealed, pumpkin." With that, he slid out of your grip and went back inside the house, leaving you and Lisa by the pool. There weren't many people out there, only you two and a handful of others, and it made it feel special, secluded, almost.

"Wow," Lisa giggled, sitting down next to you. "Steve really likes you. Are you gonna kiss him?"

"Why would I kiss him?" you asked.

"Because he's giving you those big 'kiss me' eyes," Lisa said. "You really don't see it?"

You shrugged. "You know me, I'm..." you started, and you sighed. "I can be pretty dumb."

"Aw, that's okay," Lisa said. "We're all dumb sometimes."

You nodded, your knee jiggling as you waited for Stevie to come back, and you finally brightened when you saw him, carrying a red can of soda and a new beer. The cigarette was lit between his lips, and he wrinkled his eyebrows at Lisa. "Hey, I think someone was looking for you?" he started. "He told me his name but I can't remember— I don't know the kid. Mason or Jason or—"

"Jason Carver?" Lisa beamed. "He's looking for me?"

"Yeah, that's him," Steve said. "In a letterman jacket, he asked if I had seen you."

"Oh," Lisa said, and you giggled as she smiled. "Where is he?"

"In the kitchen," Steve said. "He—" Lisa was up before he could even finish his sentence, and he smirked as she flounced, setting an featherlight kiss on your cheek before she left. "I guess that's Linda gone, huh?"

"Y-Yeah," you stuttered, taking the Coke from Steve's hand. "Lisa."

"Oh, fuck me," Steve said. "I'm sorry, I'm bad with names." He took his seat back on the ground, and he leaned his head against your knee, fiddling with your skirt on your thigh. "How are you, pumpkin? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you."

"Well, y'know," you mumbled. "Eddie and I broke up, so it's kinda sucked recently."

"Yeah," Steve said softly. "I'm sorry about that. Like I said, that dick doesn't deserve you."

"Why did you wanna see my tits?" you asked suddenly, remembering Eddie's words that it was in fact Steve's idea to get under your dress that night. Had he lied to you then too, to try to absolve himself of any wrongdoings? "Eddie told me it was your idea."

"Did he tell you that?" Steve asked. "Jesus, baby, no, I would never. He told me that you were easy to convince and that he bet that he could make you do it again. Eddie's one of my best friends, but he can be a real nasty dick sometimes."

"Really?" you mumbled, and you sipped at your drink to try to ward off the tears. "He's so much meaner than I thought he was."

"Sometimes people can surprise you," Steve shrugged, drinking his beer. His finger traced down from your thigh to your ankle and back up to your thigh, and he whispered, "You're so pretty."

"What?" you asked.

"Just sayin' you're gorgeous," Steve said. "And I'm really sorry about what happened with Eddie. You two seemed like you were so good together."

"But he lied to me," you said. "Boyfriends don't lie to their girlfriends."

"Not without a good reason," Steve said. "Maybe he was trying to protect you."

"Protect me?" you scoffed. "From what? He was using me, he was the one hurting me."

"Protect you from himself," Steve said. "Ed's a complicated guy, but I know that he really liked you. He might've even loved you, but, if his lying was that big of a problem..." He shrugged. "I get it."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "And he used me, he was gross and used me..."

"What did he do?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Stevie," you started, and his finger dipped under your skirt for just a second. "I, umm... Can you move your hand?"

"Aw, pumpkin, I'm just touching you," Steve said. "I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

"I don't want you to touch me," you told him, and you set down your drink and started to stand up. "I think I wanna go home."

"Hey, calm down," Steve said, standing up faster than you. "Linda's off with Jason, she can't take you home. Just stay here for a while."

"No, Stevie," you told him. "I wanna go home, let go of me."

"Pumpkin, c'mon, don't be difficult," Steve said, and you sneered at him.

"You're no better than Eddie," you bit at him. "You're just as fucking gross as he is."

"Oh, wow, we're cussing now?" Steve laughed. "C'mon, baby, let's just calm down a little—" His hand moved to your arm then, taking you in his strong grip, and you whined at the pain of your pinched skin between his fingers.

"Let go of me!" you whimpered, and fear stabbed at your heart when Steve reached up and cupped your cheek hard. It should have been gentle, but it wasn't, and you tried to crane your head away from what you knew was coming. Steve was stronger than you, though, faster than you, and his kiss swiped across your lips before you could do anything to stop it. "Steve, stop it!"

"You can just forget about mean ole Eddie, pumpkin," Steve told you, his hard grip on your arm bruising. "I'll treat you better than he did."

"Stop!" you cried, and, before you knew what had happened, something had ripped from your arm, a movement that you didn't even know you had done until it was already finished: your hand shot out and slapped Steve across the cheek hard, hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your palm erupt in flames.

"Jesus," Steve laughed. "I didn't know you were so feisty. I love a girl with a little fire in her."

"I said no, Steve!" you told him, trying again to step away from him, but his grip was too strong, and he pulled you even closer, until your front was pressed against his. "Let me go!"

Steve kissed you again, hard, his mouth pressed against yours so firmly that it hurt. You hit his shoulder, his chest, any part of him that you could reach to try to deter him, and you sobbed when Steve reached down and grabbed handfuls of your ass. There was no getting out of this, you realized, and your tears streamed down your face as you finally figured out how to get Steve away from you. Your stomach roiled, your head felt like it was in a vice, and you tore yourself away from his mouth for just long enough to scream.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, you're calling for him?" Steve asked. "You need him to save you or some shit?"

"Let go of me!" you sniffled. "Daddy, help me!"

"Just calm the fuck down," Steve said quickly. "I won't hurt you, pumpkin, I'd never wanna hurt you—"

In an instant, Steve was being dragged away from you, and you sniffled and wrapped your arms around your middle as you watched Eddie get up in Steve's face. His cheeks were red, his jaw clenched; he was furious. "What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie snapped. "She fuckin' said no, can't you hear her?"

"Go away, Munson," Steve sneered back. "This is none of your business."

"I hear my girl calling my name and come to see you groping her and she's crying?" Eddie asked. He was seething, seeing red. "I think it is my business."

"She's not your girl anymore," Steve told him. "And that's your fucking problem, you think she's still yours. She's moved on, haven't you, pumpkin?"

You sniffled as two sets of blazing eyes landed on you, and you suddenly became aware of the silence around you. The party had all but stopped to watch the fight, and you turned back to Eddie and shook your head. You wiped your nose on your wrist and you mumbled, "I-I didn't wanna kiss him, Daddy, please believe me."

"I believe you, princess, I believe you," Eddie told you quickly, and he stepped over to you, putting his hands gently on your waist. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," you said shakily and sniffled. "He was just touching me and kissing me, but I told him no."

"Yeah, but the little bitch slapped me," Steve spat.

"Good," Eddie said, turning back to you. "I'm proud of you, princess. Here, sit down, take a drink, try to calm down." He guided you to sit back on the lawn chair, and he pushed the can of Coke into your hands, helping you sip at it with shaking hands. "Just like that, good girl."

"I'm not fuckin' done with you," Eddie said then, turning back to Steve. "Maybe she's not mine, but that doesn't mean that you get to feel her up whenever you want. The fuck's the matter with you?"

"Me?" Steve laughed. "What about you? Think about what you've done to her, I only know about making her show you her tits and the fingering bullshit, what else have you made her do, you pervert?"

"Don't throw stones in glass houses," Eddie laughed bitterly. "I seem to remember how you were begging to see her tits too. If I'm bad, then you're just as bad as me. Worse, even, because, you know what, I have some fucking self control, I didn't touch her until she told me that she wanted me to. If anyone's the pervert here, it's you—"

You screamed and dropped your drink as Steve threw a punch, and Eddie stumbled back for a moment, knocking over the small table beside you. The glass top shattered, and you jumped and cried as Eddie fell back onto his hands on the ground. The crunch of the glass was deafening in your ears, and fear paralyzed you when Eddie pushed his hair from his face to reveal blood. Blood was pouring from his nose, staining his lip and chin, and he slowly reached up and touched his nose, hissing at the pain of what was undoubtedly broken.

"Eddie," you sobbed, kneeling down beside him. Everything was quiet as the glass sliced your knees, tearing your skin the shreds, and you pushed his hair behind his ear as you watched tears fall from his beautiful chocolate eyes. "Oh my God."

"S'what you fucking deserve," Steve spat. "Someone should've done that to you a long time ago."

You saw the flames ignite in Eddie's eyes, and his mouth contorted into an ugly, bloody gash of red as he pushed himself up from the ground. You saw the glass imbedded in his palms as he clenched his hands into fists, and you sobbed and covered your eyes as you prepared for him to punch Steve. You could never forget the sight of Eddie getting hit, and you couldn't watch anymore.

"Y'know what, Steve?" Eddie said. His voice was thick, and you slowly peeked out from behind your hands to see him stepping backwards. "You're not worth it. You've never been worth it. Maybe you do deserve to get the shit kicked out of you, but I won't be the one to do it."

"Right, yeah," Steve laughed as Eddie extended his hand to you, helping you from the ground. "Whatever, dude."

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as Steve continued his rant, something about Eddie being a pussy for not fighting back, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.

"Your nose—" you started, and Eddie shook his head.

"I'll be okay," Eddie sighed. "I'm worried about you, princess."

"M'fine," you mumbled, looking down at your legs. "My knees hurt."

"You've probably got some glass in them," Eddie said. "Be careful..." He took your hand in his and started to lead you away from Steve, but Steve's next words stopped him cold in his tracks.

"Yeah, fucking run away, Munson! Just like you always do!"

Eddie took a deep breath, but he kept walking, tugging you behind him. "He's not worth it," Eddie whispered, almost to himself, and he pulled you into his body and buried a kiss in your hair. "Not worth it, princess..."

to be continued...

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tw innocent reader

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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I never wear shorts cause I hate how my legs look (thanks stupid boys who made fun of my big thighs when we were younger). Even in my 20s I only wear shorts around the house. I always wore baggy shirts too.

Now I wear crop tops and more form fitting pants, but I just got the image of Eddie using the spare key (dont worry he didn't break and enter, I mean you shouldn't have told him where the spare was if you didn't want him to use it) and he is waiting in your living room and you walk out in your home clothes, short shorts and a crop top. The jaw drop? The way he drops what he's holding? The way you jump and then yell at him for breaking and entering, and his mind is mush and everything basically sounds like the adults from Charlie brown?

No because he'd lose his goddamn mind!!!!!!!!!!

The contents of whatever he had gathered in his hands clunking loudly to the floor startling you from where you stand in the kitchen.

and you'd be too concerned about him scaring the shit out of you that you'd forget you were just in shorts and maybe one of his shirts.

and he's still just staring at you like a deer in headlights, that you're almost afraid to make any sudden movements, not wanting to startle him.

"Eds what the hell!? Why didn't you tell me you were coming over, you scared the shit out of me!" your heart is still pounding in your ears.

"Baby how could you?" he'd finally speak while walking towards you before abruptly falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs, burrowing his face into the plush of your thighs.

"What are you talking about? What is going on with you?"

"How could you hide these gorgeous legs from me for so long? Fucking christ look how perfect these are" he'd lean back to get a better look at them, completely in awe of you once more.

You'd try to push him off of you, awkwardly aware that Eddie had never really seen your legs properly up until now. Your relationship still fairly new, and although the two of you have absolutely been intimate, your legs were never really the focus point.

"Eds come on" you'd mumble, still trying to push him away but he only holds you tighter.

"No way in hell baby, I need to kiss and bite every inch of these, god they're so perfect, YOU'RE so perfect, how are you so perfect?" he'd babble looking up at you. "Did you make a deal with the devil or something? because everyday I swear I find something about you that makes you all the more perfect which is insane considering how perfect you already are"

And how can you be as insecure as you were two minutes ago, when your boyfriend is so obsessed with you, that he's rambling on about your legs, on his knees, while you stand there.

You'd literally have to tug a little too hard at his hair to get his attention enough to stop talking for five seconds.

He'd look at you with that big dopey smile, and try to start again about how much he loves your legs, but you'd squish his cheeks together with your hands before he could.

"Oh my god shut up"

He'd grab one of your hands quickly, nipping at the palm of it before tugging you into him so he could wrap you up in a hug.

#hellfiremunsonn asks #I got carried away #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson blurb #hellfiremunsonn blurbs #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson x reader

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rowanswriting · 10 days

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ROOOOWWWWWWW

REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???

Self indulgent because I’m that bitch.

Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.

I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED

- hellfiremunsonn (Lillie) 🩷

Freak Like Me - E.M.

thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! 🫶🏽

Word count- 1.3K

Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and I’ll be sure to add it here!

-feel free to reblog & interact it’s much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!

“Where you going sugar?” Eddie’s husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. They’re all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. “Back to the van… if that’s okay, Sir.” You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. “It’s all yours baby be there soon.” You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.

He’d made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, you’d almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks they’d make.

You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddie’s voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings he’ll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. “Fuck.” You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.

You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door he’ll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, you’re shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that you’re sure it’ll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. “Please Eddie.” You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.

“Well ain’t this a pretty picture.” Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. “Knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting long.” You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. He’s quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that he’s watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Oh please honey, don’t stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.”

You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, it’s messy but you couldn’t love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddie’s eyes burn with lust. They’re latched onto where the both of you are moving together. “This is so good, but I really need you Ed’s please.” You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. “I didn’t say you could stop babydoll.” He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isn’t buried deep inside you.

Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. “I wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I haven’t even given you the real thing yet.” He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. “Fuck. Please.” You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.

You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where he’s biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. “Aww darlin’ you’re so ready aren’t you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.” It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before you’re letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddie’s seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what he’s actually saying.

He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddie’s on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Y’gonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?”

“F-uckkk Eddie please!” You scream out, the slapping of Eddie’s skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. “That’s it sugar, it’s okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.” Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like you’re on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.

You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. “What’s so funny?” You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair that’s stuck to it away. “Oh, s’nothin. Just thinking how funny it is that you’re a freak, and they have no idea.” You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You don’t bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. “Well, next time maybe we’ll have to give them a real show, Eddie.” You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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I GOT SAGGY TITTIES TOO BESTIE.

I lost a bunch of weight from my ADD meds and those mfs be HANGIN.

You know that like clear slime that looks like water? That's how mine move, and if I lay down without a shirt, or if I'm wearing a tank top, I genuinely have to untuck them from getting stuck in my armpits.

SAGGY TITTY SQUAD

ALL TITTIES ARE GOOD TITTIES!!!!!!

Omg yes! Or they plop out of any shirt on their own accord… *sigh* But you’re right — any ones are good ones ^_^

#asks #hellfiremunsonn

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starkeysprincess · 2 years

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Take me alive at this point

you sure about that, sweetheart?

#eddiemunsons-girl asks #mutuals🖤#💌🖤hellfiremunsonn

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syddsatyrn · 3 months

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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter 2

(Click here to read chapter 1)

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.

⛧Words: 2.5K

⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.

⛧Notes: Ask and you shall receive, my dears! You all asked me for a part two so here we go! Keep an eye out for my next fic because its time for some Alastor content! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and she deserve all the rainbows and cupcakes.

⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic

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As the soft rays of the morning sun seeped through the velvet curtains, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times, adjusting to the gentle light. Despite the room still cloaked in soothing darkness, you knew you were in Lucifer's room. It takes you a moment to recall last night's events. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and his arm around your midsection. You can feel your face get hotter with every detail you take in. He is comfortably curled up behind you sound asleep. He needs rest, you’re afraid to move a muscle and wake him. You look over at the clock on the wall, you both are extremely late for breakfast.

“...Shit.” You say under your breath. Lucifer begins to move slightly, he lets out a soft hum and holds you just a bit closer. You can’t tell if he’s awake or not, even though you truly did not want to get out of bed, it had to be done. You slowly sit up and turn around, you almost place your hand on his shoulder but you take a moment to admire his sweet sleeping face. Instead, you gently place your hand on his cheek. Lucifer’s eyes flutter open, he meets your gaze and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning…” He says softly while holding your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek. You wanted to pull away, but his eyes made you want to just crawl back into his arms and go back to sleep.

“G-Good Morning, sir.” You stutter a little, Lucifer’s smile turns into a small smirk, he is amused by how flustered you are. He finally lets go and you try to compose yourself, but it's hard to do so when he looks so cute.

“I’ll go get some coffee, it looks like we slept in.” You finally break the spell he had on you and crawl out of his bed. When you leave, Lucifer immediately misses your presence close to him, having you next to him made a significant difference in his mood and sleep. It was the first time he’d felt the warmth of another person in a long time, and now that he’s had a taste, he wants more.

You head down the hall to your room, when you enter you quickly shut the door, thankful no one saw you. You get dressed in your uniform and head downstairs to the kitchen. While you made coffee, the staff were surprised to see you so late into the morning. You make up a quick excuse, stating you were not feeling well but you’re doing much better now so it's nothing to worry about.

You take two cups of coffee upstairs on a silver tray, and you do your best to mentally shift into work mode, but you can't stop thinking about last night. You return to his room, the king is still in bed, sporting a satisfied look on his face. You hand him his coffee and place the tray on the bedside table.

“Thank you, my dear.” He says and gestures for you to sit on the bed, so you take your cup from the tray and have a seat.

“I want to apologize.” You start, and he looks at you with a raised brow. “I shouldn't have fallen asleep in your quarters. That was inappropriate of me.”

“I’m gonna stop you there, you do exactly what is asked of you. Everything you do is for my benefit. I could never be upset with you for something like that.” He says with a gentle voice. His gold eyes soften as he realizes you’re being serious.

“Thank you…” You reply, just barely above a whisper. His words made you feel a little better, you only want to do what's best for your king…but sometimes you can get carried away. You would do anything for him, that includes bending the rules.

“Now stop sulking.” He says and crawls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He is seated rather close, you look away trying to hide your red face. He turns your face back towards him using his index finger and thumb. “You’re too pretty to be so sad.”

“Y-You forget yourself, sir.” You stutter, barely keeping it together. You finish your coffee and return the cup to the tray. When you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, Lucifer chuckles at your attempt to remain dignified. He is knocking down walls with the way he speaks to you. Breaking down each professional boundary one at a time. His touch was setting you on fire and you were running out of ways to extinguish it.

You sort through his clothes and pull out a black suit with red and white embellishments. You set it on the corner of the bed like you always do. “I’ll make sure I have your lunch ready for you in your study, sir” You say quickly, with a red blush spread across your face, you take the tray and quickly excuse yourself.

You rush down the hall and back to your room. Your chest heaves and you're out of breath. What in the devil's name happened there?! He looked like he was going to kiss you, his face was so close and he called you pretty! What is this idiot doing? You cover your face with your sleeves and pace back and forth in your room.

You always prided yourself on your composure. You navigate life’s twists and turns with a steady hand and a level head. At first, you brushed off these fluttering feelings as a mere passing fancy. You find yourself in front of a mental crossroads, on one hand, there is the exhilarating rush of new emotions. On the other was fear of rejection, an unconventional relationship, and possible heartbreak. If you ruin what you have with Lucifer, you will end up with nothing. All your years climbing the hierarchy would be null and void.

But what if it was possible? No, it couldn't be, there was just no way. As far as you are aware, you’ve never heard of such a situation that ended well. This can’t possibly be happening, you need some time to sort yourself out. But at some point, you are going to see him again today and you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. You always buried your feelings deep within your heart, locking them away like a precious treasure hidden from prying eyes. You’d like to think you're capable of continuing this facade, but this time you are not so sure.

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Lucifer sighs as you leave the room, your reactions are rather fascinating though. He gets up and takes his clothes to the bathroom to dress himself. Lucifer is well aware of the power dynamic here, and he has a habit of pushing things as far as he can. It comes with the territory of normally having anything he wants. He buttons his vest and looks at himself in the mirror. So what if he had a thing for his advisor? He wonders if he’s just lonely and that’s why he’s acting this way…even if that was true, it wouldn’t explain the relief he feels every time you enter a room. He puts on his coat, straightens his hat, and leaves his room to spend time in his study.

He opens the door and notices his lunch is sitting on his desk along with some invoices to sign and an overview of yesterday's meeting. This is unusual, you normally bring him his meal and check in on his daily progress at this time. This is cause for concern, indeed. Was Y/N avoiding him? Surely that can't be true, they would never just ignore him like that. He slumps into his chair, wondering if he messed up somehow.

Did he ruin the years of trust they had built? He still wants her around, he would hate the idea of anyone else taking your place. The more he thought about it the more the pit in his stomach grew. He attempts to eat but can’t put down much food, his nerves are making it difficult to eat. He needs to find you and apologize, he has to make this right somehow.

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Hours go by and you’ve done your best to avoid Lucifer at all costs, but you can't keep this up forever. You are standing on a large balcony in the dining room wearing your pajamas. The sun has set and the stars are visible in the sky, there is a chill in the air. You let out a defeated sigh, you’re going to have to tell him or forget about your feelings completely. You fear that if you confessed your love, the delicate threads that bind you both together would fray and snap. If you forget and try to move on, how bad is it going to hurt when he finds a new love? It would ache so bad you might have to leave his manor entirely, you knew that if that were to happen, it would shatter Lucifer's heart.

You feel a few drops of rain fall on your skin, and as each minute passes the rain becomes heavier and heavier. You look out into the courtyard, it’s getting late and you should be heading inside but you stand there, tears in your eyes. How could you be so foolish and self-centered? You knew the rules and you chose to defy them, it's your own fault you feel so awful.

Suddenly the rain is no longer hitting you, you don't feel the cold drops on your face anymore. You turn around and Lucifer is standing in the doorway, his large wing covers you, shielding you from the rain.

“Hey…Can we talk?” He says with a soft look of concern on his face. You nod while wiping your face with your sleeves, he motions for you to come back inside. He walks slightly ahead of you, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He opens the door for you and gives you a small half-smile. Lucifer walks over to his desk and pours you both a glass of bourbon. He hands you a glass and you take a seat at the small table next to the window. He sits across from you, you can tell he's a bit anxious because he keeps looking away. You take a sip from your drink, hoping the alcohol will settle your nerves.

The ambiance of the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight danced upon his face. With a hesitant breath, Lucifer cleared his throat.

“I need to apologize to you,” Lucifer says with a despairing look on his face. “I’m sure you’ve felt confused and in distress all day.” He takes a sip of his drink while trying to find the right words. “Before I begin, let me just say that I think so highly of you. Y/N, you’ve been there for me during every awful situation I’ve faced and I am so grateful for you.”

He grabs your hand and his expression changes to a more serious one. “I don't want you to leave my side. I couldn’t bear it if I did something to make you leave.”

“Sir, I–” You try to speak but Lucifer interrupts you.

“Y/N. I need you to drop the formalities for ten minutes, please.” He cuts you off and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Is there something going on between us or am I just a lonely, divorced, delusional, man making it all up in my head so I don't feel so shitty about my life?”

You are shocked by his words, you had no idea he felt that way about himself.

“You’re not delusional, Lucifer.” You answer, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and put them in order. “It's all my fault, really. I guess after all this time I’ve developed some feelings.”

Lucifer’s eyes widen, his face softens and he squeezes your hand and you look back into his eyes with a small smile. “I think I just got carried away, I know nothing can happen between us. It would be unacceptable and irredeemable. I’m the delusional one, to think you could ever love someone like me.” You reply while looking down at your drink, your finger toying with the rim of the glass.

Without a word, without warning, Lucifer leaned over the table and grabbed ahold of your shirt. He pulls you close so that you are face to face, leaning over the table. You could feel his breath on your lips as he said, “Love doesn't adhere to rules or expectations, darling. I will choose to defy every convention, every decree if it means I get to spend the rest of my life devoted to someone I love.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, he slowly closed the gap between you both. His lips softly pressed against yours. Time stopped in that moment, amidst the chaos of entangled emotions. The taste was bittersweet, you’ve only ever dreamed of this. His hand lets go of your shirt and caresses your face. You kiss him back with fervor, a silent confession that speaks volumes. Both of you daring to defy the boundaries of monarchy and courtier.

You lace your fingers with his, he stands up and pulls you out of your seat. You practically fell into his arms, Lucifer held the back of your head, the other arm wrapped around your waist.

Your tears flowed freely as you hid your face in his chest. He holds you tight, offering you silent comfort as you let out quiet sobs. Lucifer strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize…” He says, barely above a whisper. “Just let me take care of you for once, my love.” Before you can protest, Lucifer scoops you up and gently places you on his bed. He climbs in and pulls the covers over you both. He wipes your tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve and smiles at you while you take the time you need to calm down.

“C’mon, babe say something…You’re killing me.” He says, waiting for you to speak with bated breath.

“I love you…” You say between staggered breaths. Your eyes are locked on his, somehow Lucifer blows through the many walls you’ve put up to prevent this and you are left bare and vulnerable. It is terrifying, being this helplessly in love. Bearing the fragments of your heart to the person who held it entirely.

“I love you too, dummy.” His smile is sweet like saccharine, his voice is smooth like silk. Your lips met his once more while your fingers card through his hair. He kept you as close as possible, and in the hush of the night amidst the whispered confessions, you and your king curled up together and fell asleep once again in each other's arms. No sovereign, demon or angel could pull you two apart even if they tried.

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Hello!

I’d like to request a fic:

Steve/Reader/Eddie porn? I literally don’t care the circumstances I just need it. Maybe you’re dating one and they know you’re hot for the other so they invite them into the bedroom as a present? You all meet at a party get drunk or high and fuck? Who knows

Summary: Eddie gives you Steve as a birthday present.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, overstimulation (f), threesome, praise kink.

Beta Reader(s): @hellfiremunsonn , @ayejaye20 , @eddiesdungeon

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

It was your birthday, and the party was in full swing. It was a few hours in now, and you were pretty toasted; pretty high. On your neck sat the gorgeous necklace your boyfriend had given you, and around your wrist was a bracelet he'd made. You loved Eddie and the way he was talented in so many ways.

You giggled at something one of your friends said, still sober enough to understand what was going on, at least. You never planned on getting black out drunk; that would be no fun.

You felt him before you heard him; his arm slipping around your waist; his hair tickling your cheek, and his breath on your ear as he leaned in close to whisper to you.

"Got one more present for you, baby. Let's shut this thing down." His voice was husky, and you knew what he meant.

You nodded with a grin. Birthday sex was probably one of the best kinds of sex. Well, sex in celebration of anything was always amazing, but then again, sex with Eddie was always something to celebrate.

The two of you began thanking people for coming and ushering them out. Of course you didn't want anyone to hear your loud moans while he pummeled into you. Plus, it was getting late, nearing three A.M., and people should be heading home.

You said goodbye to all of your friends with hugs and birthday wishes. Soon, you were alone with Eddie.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get the real party started." He teased you, taking your hand.

You rolled your eyes and gave his hand a squeeze as he led you to your shared room.

He shut the door behind you and kissed you, backing you up until your knees hit the bed and you sat, his lips never leaving yours. His hands ghosted down your sides, fingers hooking at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you.

He looked down at you, smirking, his hands reaching for your breasts. He squeezed them through your bra, pressed them together. You rolled your eyes and reached behind you, unhooking it, and letting the straps slide down your arms.

"Someone's eager. Don't want a little bit of teasing?" He asked playfully, tossing your bra away carelessly as he leaned in to kiss you.

You shook your head, a pout forming at your lips. He kissed it away, his hands resting on your breasts once more and squeezing, pinching your nipples between his long fingers.

You moaned softly, feeling the coolness of his rings against your skin.

"That's my girl." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss at your neck. Even though you'd just told him you didn't want teasing, here he was, softly playing with your nipples as his lips devoured your neck.

You pressed your thighs together and swallowed. You were getting wet.

His teeth scraped your skin and you gasped, your hands finding purchase on his strong arms. You squeezed them, rubbing your thighs together.

"I see you, baby. You gettin' wet for me?" He asked, his voice low.

You nodded, whimpering softly as he sucked a mark into your throat.

"Good girl." He chuckled, sliding his hand from your breast down to press between your legs.

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers softly rubbed your clit through your panties, your skirt hiking up slightly at the motion.

You moaned into his mouth, so lost in what was going on that you didn't hear the door open.

But Eddie did, and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look. His hand never stopped on your clit, like he didn't care who saw.

"Harrington, you're late." He mused.

You flushed deeply, lifting an arm to cover your breasts and pressing your thighs together around Eddie's hand.

"Sorry, had to make sure Robin got in a taxi. She was pretty wasted." He laughed as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Your eyes locked with his, and he flushed this time.

"What-" you started, but Eddie didn't let you finish.

"He's your birthday present, baby. I know how sexy you find him." He chuckled.

"Eddie-" you whined softly.

"What, sweetheart? I talked to him about it and he agreed. Said he couldn't keep his eyes off of you either." Eddie grinned down at you.

Your face was burning bright red.

"Come on over, Harrington. Let's give her the best birthday."

Steve took a few steps towards the two of you before his fingers began plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Your mouth watered as his chest was slowly revealed, inch by inch, as each button was slipped through its loop.

He slid it off of his arms and let it drop on the floor. You swallowed, your eyes devouring his chest, his abdomen, in all its glory.

Your pussy clenched around nothing. Fuck, this was hot.

"I felt that." Eddie laughed, as he started his fingers up again. You slowly released your thighs, letting them spread open again.

"Good girl," Eddie cooed.

Steve climbed onto the bed with a shy smile and leaned in to kiss you, his hands going to your breasts. His touch was different from Eddie's. His was softer, but still firm. He squeezed you, and you moaned softly into his mouth.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before.

"Lay her back, Harrington." Eddie said.

Steve did as told, guiding you until you were laying on your back and leaning over you to keep his lips on yours.

Eddie tugged at your skirt, and you lifted your hips to help him get it off, along with your panties, and soon you were naked.

Calloused fingers ran up your thighs as Eddie spread your legs for him. You could feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly down the plain of your leg until he reached your heat.

His tongue gave a testing kitten lick. Your back arched slightly. He pushed your thighs apart even wider.

"Alright, Harrington. She's ready for us." Eddie sounded way too smug.

Steve broke the kiss and slid down to stand next to Eddie.

"Scoot up, baby." Steve whispered. You did, obediently, scooting back until your head was on the pillows.

Both boys climbed up onto the bed once their shoes were kicked off and they leaned over you in tandem.

Holy shit.

Their shoulders pressed together as they got closer to your aching cunt, both looking up at you. Eddie, looking smug, and Steve looking very turned on.

Then, their tongues were on you. Both of them. Sharing space as they worked together to lick at your clit.

"Fuck," you moaned. You could feel them both so well, tongues flicking and sliding on each side of your clit and you knew you could see that they were practically making out, too.

A ringed finger entered your hole, then a second, skinnier one followed. What the fuck had the two of these guys planned? How had they planned it?

They worked well together, fingers curling as Eddie's pressed in when Steve's pulled out, Steve's pushing in as Eddie's slid out. They were finger fucking you right into that spongey spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch.

Your fingers found handfuls of each of their hair, as you moaned loudly for them. Just for them.

They were working you so close to your edge, fingers speeding up like they were communicating through their minds.

You tugged their hair, crying out as your orgasm got closer and closer and closer, until finally one last lick - you didn't know who it was from - sent you careening over the edge. Your juices shot from you, painting each of their faces in your wet as the most heavy orgasm of your life hit you.

Your thighs twitched, pussy pulsing and clenching around their fingers as they worked you through it, not caring that their faces were wet.

"Stop, stop, stop!" You whimpered at them once the overstimulation set in.

But they didn't. They kept working you. You whined loudly, tugging their hair roughly as you choked out moans, your legs kicking softly beneath them.

"Please," you almost sobbed, but you didn't know what you were asking for, especially as your orgasm began building again.

They worked you through your climax, not stopping until their faces were dripping with the juices that shot from your body.

They both pulled back with grins on their lips.

"Good girl," Eddie praised you as your chest heaved.

You stared at them, blissed out, as they both began working their belts and zippers open. Oh yeah. They were still gonna fuck you.

You panted softly, sitting up to watch them.

They were both naked within a few moments, and climbing back on the bed.

Your eyes landed on Steve's cock. It was thinner than Eddie's, but a little longer. You swallowed the drool that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips.

"Hands and knees, love." Eddie told you, and you flipped over, holding yourself up on your hands as Eddie positioned in front of you, and Steve behind you.

You swallowed as your hand grasped Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times before you pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue snaking out to taste him. You moaned softly.

The crinkling of a condom wrapper brought you to your senses and you looked up at Eddie before turning your head to look at Steve. "Don't." You told him, before turning back to continue your work on your boyfriend.

You slid your mouth past his tip, suckling softly as you stroked him. You felt Steve's hands on your hips, squeezing you softly, before one left to guide himself to your dripping hole.

He slipped in, and you moaned, your back arching as you felt his long length fill you up. He pressed immediately into your g-spot, which made you clench around him. He made a soft noise in turn.

You took more of Eddie into your mouth as he took a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers as you slowly fucked him with your mouth.

Steve started thrusting, too, trying to match your pace.

You moaned around Eddie as your overstimulated pussy was fucked into. Your eyes closed until Eddie patted your cheek.

"Eyes up here, doll." He told you, grinning down at you.

You kept your eyes on him as Steve thrusted a little harder, your brow furrowing in pleasure.

This was the best birthday present ever.

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