(INSPIRED BY @hzbinss)

The King Of Hell and The Queen Of Hell were both powerful people, terrifying and dangerous, everyone knew- well, most demons knew to never mess with the royal couple. Although, what they didn’t know, was that all that disappeared in the bedroom.

Currently, you were both asleep in bed, Lucifer’s normally slick-backed hair, messy, a little drool on the side on his mouth. You both laid in your undergarments with the sheets practically abandoned. His head was resting on your chest as you were on your back. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his hands pressed against your lower-back.

As you woke, he heard you shifting and woke up himself. He opened an eye and looked up at you with a small smile “Morning sweetheart..” Lucifer murmured contently before burying his face into your chest more.