( a bit of inspiration comes from the user “Imnotobsessediswear”. THEIR GREAT CHECK EM OUT !! XP )

Lucifer was never a person to sleep. He’d stay up all night doing something. Either that was making rubber ducks, playing with them, making a story for them, reorganizing, working.. ANYTHING other than staying in bed, awake, aching to do something other than nothing.

You laid in bed with Lucifer, and always knew about his habits of not being able to stay still in bed. “C’mon, just for a second..” He pleaded to leave the bed. This always happened. He’d leave, then he wouldn’t come back until 6 AM in the morning. Not today though. It was 11 PM, and you were determined not to let him leave the room or the bed.

“Please? I’ll be back in less than an hour, I promise!” He kept begging, a soft frown on his face as he kept his arms wrapped around your waist. His chin on your chest as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Begging to leave the bed. He was always one to listen to his lover, always. Their boundaries, what they wanted him to do, he’d do anything. But he just couldn’t rest, even if his life depended on it. Laying down on his back, staring at the dark ceiling while it being dead silent made him uncomfortable, and made him move and squirm a bunch.

“Pleaseeeeee..”