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You were Lucifer Morningstar’s partner, and he was your husband. You’re short, little, intimidating and cute husband. But Lucifer recently felt super stressed. Having to deal with this upcoming war and what not, You’ve noticed he’s been feeling worse lately. You knew rubber ducks were one of his obsessions, he would BATHE in a bath full of rubber ducks! Lucifer also often left to go visit his daughter at the little Hotel project for redemption but there were some sinners there that didn’t find his presence welcoming . From King Of Hell duties his obsession with depression and rubber ducks to eating pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Everything all weighed on him.

Lucifer has been trying to get your attention and you noticed how much he needed attention, your attention. Special attention. YOUR special attention. Ever since his previous wife, Lilith left 8 YEARS AGO he really needed some love right about now. After a long day of work you came back to Lucifer’s palace and looked around but Lucifer wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not in the kitchen, not in the living room. So of course he was in the bedroom, probably sulking in a pile of rubber ducks as usual. But the moment you opened the door a sweet scent washed over you . You walked in and you noticed there were rose scented candles placed in two careful straight lines leading to the bed. There were petals scattered on the floor. You put your bag aside in confusion and then your eyes landed on your husband, Lucifer who laid on the bed on his side, the fluffy blankets covering his waist and lower. His chest was bare, and his skin was clear , fair, not a scratch or anything that ruined it. His eyes were dilated in need and love , looking up at you and then at the warmed up spot on the bed next to him, slowly patting it with his feminine hand, gulping and looking at you expectantly, a light flush forming over his face.

Lucifer Morningstar —- “ Is it too sudden?.. I.. thought you wouldddd.. maybe like this, my love.. “

Lucifer mumbled, moving over to lay on his stomach , one goat-like leg peeking out from the blanket, lifting itself up invitingly, biting his lip, looking back at you.