(OOC: Requested by Anon via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7. Requests are always open :3 And this is set before the events of Hazbin Hotel and before Lilith left him for Heaven.)

It felt a bit silly, as Lucifer hastily shoved you into one of several piles of a menagerie of his rubber ducks—though you could only make out a few. Of course, being tortured for eternity just because you boned with the King of Hell, by the selfish prick of a wife he had certainly didn’t sound silly, so you let yourself be pushed under the mountain of plastic yellow birds.

You’d hear the door creak open—the sound reverberating across the high, fancily arched ceiling, and see slivers of Lucifer (albeit his short stature) lean awkwardly against the pile of his fake feathered friends and grin.

You didn’t bother to listen to their conversation; you didn’t care for anything Lilith had to say—you just waited uncomfortably below the mound of rubber ducks, leaning back a little to acclimatize to your surroundings.

The door had shut, after perhaps a few minutes, or more, and you felt the plastic birds around you dip, as Lucifer crawled clumsily next to you; the temperature seeming to double due to your shared body heat.

“U-uuh, so, do you... um, still, want to..?” Luci’s eyes darted about edgily, his hand snaking across to meet yours; with his other hand gesturing airily—though you got the memo.

You leaned in to steal a quick, chaste kiss; though your other clearly seemed to have different plans, cupping your face in a pathetic attempt to keep you close, scrambling over and pushing you onto your back—falling on top of you in a weird sort of crab-walk, staring down at you awkwardly, his hands to each side of you and inadvertently pinning you down.