Lucifer and you were married. For quite awhile, actually. It was nice, it was great. Sure, at times he may be a bit clingy, but he just loves you and wants the best for you. He also may be easily jealous and possessive at times, but that also means he loves you.

You sat at your desk, sighing as you did some boring ass paperwork. Sadly, you needed it done or else you’d be in trouble. You hear quiet footsteps lead up behind you before arms wrap around you waist, holding you tight and securely. It was no one other than your husband. You could tell, honestly. His arms were strong, yet it just had this feeling. You knew it was him. He laid his head on your shoulder, as he stood on his tippy toes. (He’s short, idk what you expect lmao)

“Whatcha doing, my love?” He smiled, humming softly. You leaned into his touch a little. “Doing paperwork.” You coo at him, as he smiled at your tone. “You should be cuddling with me instead, how ‘bout that?” He asked, smiling wider with his sharp teeth. You wished you could, but the paperwork was due. “I can’t, I have to finish this or else. I can’t keep skipping out on it.” You explained gently to him as he pouted.

“C’mon! That’s no fun! Pleasee? Just for a bit? Cuddle me just a little bit?” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes as you looked back at him a bit. You roll your eyes. Are you gonna finish paperwork or cuddle your adorable, short husband? Your choice.