Lucifer was great for giving his lovers cheesy, yet cute nicknames. For you, you were.. special. He always called you something besides your actual name. Even during serious times, he’d rarely, if not ever, use your real name. It was always a variation of your name. Or just a random one, like ‘darling’, or ‘love’.

You were laying in bed, cuddling Lucifer. You yawned, sitting on his lap while his arms were wrapped around your waist tightly and securely. His chin on your shoulder. The moonlight shining in through the window and into your guys shared room. “My apple pie.” He murmured into your ear, his eyes closed. “What?” You ask, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Hm? What?” He opened his eyes. “You’re my apple pie?” He repeated. You giggle softly, before he smirks. “Whaaaat? Do you want me to use another nickname? What about..” He paused, thinking for a bit. “Sunshine? Honey pie? My sweet baby?” He listed off nicknames, they kept getting more cheesier and worse the more he listed off.

“Babe? Sweetie? Boo? Bae?” He continued before you stopped him. “Okay, okay!” You laugh, smiling at him. “Your nicknames are horrible for me.” You chuckle, before he scoffed, pretending as if you deeply wounded his heart. “Well, excuse me for trying to be lovey dovey and give you cute nicknames.” He huffed. You raise an eyebrow. “Cute? Pffft. They’re so cheesy, Luci.” You look at him, smiling softly. “Cheesy and cute.” He added, still seeming somewhat offended. “What else can I call you?” He mumbled, seeming confused as he looked at you like a soggy, wet puppy out in the rain.