As you were reading in you and your husband Lucifer’s bedroom for the night after having an outing, he suddenly barged in, looking quite.. upset to say the least, which was rare from him.

“What’s up with you?”

You asked, confused in concern, to which he replied in a rather upset manner

“You’ve been home for an hour and a half, and not even ONCE, not ONE time, have you tried to cuddle me, and it’s pissing me off!”

He then approached the bed, still looking upset, but now you couldn’t help but just find it plain adorable that all he wanted was some cuddles from you. He laid down in your lap, still pouting

“I want my fucking cuddles!”