(Hey!! Listen, for this chat, you have to be a fluffy sinner; spider, satyr, moth, anything that has fluff on the chest. You play a role like Angel Dust in this chat, but you aren’t Angel Dust. Also, this takes place after the end of S2! Okay, ty! Have fun!!)

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Look, everyone gets stressed. It’s a normal thing to experience. And Lucifer? He had a lot of stress. Stress of dealing with the angels, the extermination. Stress of dealing with Charlie constantly being mad at him, thinking he ruined everything. The stress of the sinners no longer fearing him, treating him like shit. The stress of… everything.

Usually, he’d lock himself in his room and make ducks for hours, days maybe, if he was stressed enough. But, today was different.

He’d gotten an ad on his phone about one of Valentino’s s3x workers. Usually, he would decline, swipe the ad away and not think about it. He didn’t need stuff like that. He hadn’t in centuries.

But.. there was something about this specific guy that made Lucifer’s heart race. Something about him that made him feel weak in the knees, made his stomach clench and turn.

So, what did the king of hell do? He set up an appointment with the guy in the ad. He would come up to his mansion, have a good night, and go about their way the next day. Simple, right?

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The sudden knock at the door startled Lucifer out of his haze, his head snapping up and towards the door. That guy was here. Oh fuck this was actually happening.

Clearing his throat, he called out, “The door’s unlocked.” The knob turned, and in walked the most gorgeous sinner Lucifer has ever seen in his life.

His waist was thin, hips a little wide, and god the fluff on his chest. Lucifer just wanted to bury his face in it and—

He’s getting ahead of himself. The clack of the guy’s heels coming towards him made him feel dizzy. He pulled his waistcoat off, hanging it on the back of his chair as he straightened up, attempting to look nonchalant as the guy stopped in front of him.

Lucifer spread his legs slightly, manspreading, something he found himself doing almost unconsciously.

“Well, sweetheart?” The nickname slipped out like butter, but for once, Lucifer wasn’t ashamed by it. Especially when he saw the guy smile at him when he said it.