-> It's a special treat when Lucifer cooks. At the end of a long week, he usually carves out time in his schedule so he can spend Sunday afternoon in the kitchen. He's not a bad cook by any means, but sometimes he likes to spoil his brothers (and himself) with something more decadent than what they usually scrounge up. Cooking is methodical, precise - it's a starchy white apron tied around his waist while he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, the soft crooning of a cursed record playing nearby, a glass of Demonus he nurses while he preps veggies for roasting or stirring sauces on the stove. His brothers all show up to the dinner table on the days when Lucifer cooks because they appreciate his efforts (not just his cooking) that keep their family strong.
nsfw below (non-explicit; overstimulation and dacryphilia if you squint)
🍯 a dilf headcanon
-> Oh, soft dilf!Lucifer hours. He's not ashamed of the strands of grey peppering his hair or the softness around his tummy. He gives up suits for comfortable sweater vests, and he wears a silver glasses chain because he has a bad habit of losing them. He enjoys his privacy and his hobbies, but he won't turn down the chance to take home a pretty thing that catches his eye. You could have your pick of anyone else, but you want him? You likely stumble upon him sitting alone in his favourite café, sipping a dark, bitter brew of coffee and reading a thick book with a creased cover and dog-eared pages. Perhaps your boldness deserves a little reward if you're brave enough to approach him and ask to share his table. He surprises you when he's more interesting than you thought he'd be, and you're lured in by his slow seduction, the way he hums thoughtfully and tilts his head when he considers you, or how he glances at you over the rim of his cup and admires that feisty twinkle in your eyes. He's indulgent and selfless, spoiling you with the gentle pleasure his hands and mouth and cock give you. He's not hard or rough or fast the way lovers your own age are, but it still brings you to tears by the end because he's so good, so thorough and so greedy for all the noises you make, it's overwhelming.
I was tagged in another version of this and I can't possibly rank them higher or lower than each other so let's just /point /lol at my taste in blorbos. Do you see a pattern? I certainly don't.
Gyutaro // Sirius // Mahito
Barbatos // Asmodeus // Solomon
Fyodor // Leraye // Grim
And if you're curious about the ones following me into 2024:
🏷️ Open tag if you haven't done this yet but want to!
Smut for both? Let's talk about places they like to fuck then.
(nsfw below. semi-public sex, pet names, exhibitionism, aftercare, possessive behaviour.)
Mammon has the best luck at the casino when he can convince you to go with him. He's more focused because you're there, a comforting weight against his side that warms him through. Your scent fills his lungs when he tucks you under his arm and holds you close, breathing you in like he can't get enough. He's careful with his bets because he doesn't want to disappoint you by being too reckless, and they always seem to pay off. Maybe it's because you're his lucky charm after all? Or maybe it's because the other demons are more careless themselves, too easily distracted by the pretty little human the Avatar of Greed sits on his lap. Mammon's hands linger on your waist, your hips, your thighs—his fingers dig into the pudge of your skin and hold you still when you squirm from the attention of so many hungry eyes on you. His teasing touches grow bolder as the night goes on, but like any other game, it's only a matter of time before one of you folds first.
it feels like a small mercy when he finally suggests you both take a break. He can sense when you need a reprieve from the crowd and the attention - or when you need what only he can give you. He tugs on your hand and leads you deeper into the casino instead of outside for fresh air like you expect. It's not long until he has you pinned against a bathroom stall, his greedy fingers pulling carelessly at your clothes so he can find bare skin underneath. All the gold in that place can't live up to the thrill of finally hearing your whimpers in his ear as your body clenches desperately around him. "You feel what you do t'me?" he groans against your neck as he ruts against you. "Nothing in this place is more precious than you, fuck, baby—"
Azra spends more time at The Fall than he does at home. Sometimes he invites you to visit him while he's working because you replace boredom or frustration with devilish fun instead. Fucking you at the club offers a whole new realm of possibilities that feed into his sin and his possessive nature. He'll take your own preferences into account, of course. There are plenty of curtained booths in the VIP lounge he could drag you into, or perhaps one of the back rooms with a bed and full amenities would be more suitable depending on your mood.
His favourite place to fuck you is in his office, though. Does he keep a bottle of lube in his desk drawer in case you visit him at work? Absolutely. He stretches you open with his thick fingers or his tail if you prefer, and he holds your hips steady while you bounce on his cock. His furniture is sturdy enough to withstand your combined weight and the force of his thrusts. If he's in one of his moods and grumbling about having to work, offering to warm his cock with your hole or mouth might encourage him to focus. Once he's done what he needs to do, he can finally come - and if he's been very good, maybe you'll indulge him in round two.
He's thoughtful about taking care of your needs before, during, and after your little dalliances. His private bathroom has spare clothes for you if yours get stained or ripped, and there's lots of fluffy towels and soap in your favourite scent. He loves to wash you if you'll let him. He's gentle when he brushes over any marks left on your skin, and he nuzzles you and kisses you so softly in a way he's never done with anyone else. Only the faintest hint of sweat and his cologne are proof that you did anything at all. (He prefers to wear the evidence of your lovemaking on his skin though—he enjoys the petty satisfaction of seeing how jealous certain demons can get when they realize why he smells like you.)
-> Satan gets annoyed if his hair grows too long even though he gets lazy with regular trims the older he gets. Sometimes it'll be long enough to tie into a low ponytail, but usually he prefers to keep it short. Light grey hairs peek out between tufts of blonde, but it doesn't bother him and trying to dye it or cover it up feels like a waste of time.
nsfw below (bondage/pet play mentioned, dom!reader implied)
🍭 a smut headcanon
-> He doesn't like wearing collars or leashes, but the first time you put a muzzle on him? That was surprising. Honestly, it felt a bit embarrassing at first. Shame and desire trickled through his veins as he focused on the weight of it on his face and how it drew attention to the little details he never noticed before: how hot his cheeks feel while you scrutinize his appearance, the clammy sweat beading along his hairline, his harsh, panting breaths and the tension in his jaw. It's surprisingly effective at calming him down. He can bare his fangs at you, but it's useless—it doesn't scare you because his anger has turned into something else. He learns quickly that his biggest frustration is not being able to kiss you. You tease him sometimes by puckering your lips and leaning forward, but even when he stretches his tongue out in an attempt to taste you, all he can taste is the cool meshy barrier that separates you instead. He's never begged anyone for something so small and insignificant as a kiss. He whimpers when you take him into your mouth, teasing the head of his cock with kitten licks and shallow sucks, and his throat cracks when he gasps your name. When you sit up after, you show off how plump and shiny your lips are when they're coated in him. You wiggle your fingers near his face and he stares at your fingers that are covered in lube because he can't coat them with his spit instead. He'll be so good for you because once he's satisfied you with his cock, he knows he'll finally get a taste.
For the ask game, if possible, Mephisto and one of these whichever suits your fancy: 🍭,🎭,👽
🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about
-> He doesn't lie so much as he downplays or exaggerates the truth for dramatic effect. It's not a complete lie but it can usually achieve the same intended effect without the same damage as lying outright. He does this the most when it comes to Lucifer or his brothers because he can't help but be a little bit petty if it means making them look bad.
👽 a headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs
-> It's not weird necessarily, but he prefers baths over showers. He enjoys the high-end beauty products his mother buys for him (in a scent that was custom-made to his liking) so after a really stressful day, he relaxes in his giant claw-foot soaker tub.
(His brother only liked baths when he was very young and would always use Mephisto's bathtub because it was bigger and fancier than the one in his own room. Mephisto still has his brother's old bath toys tucked away in one of the cabinets because he can't bring himself to throw them away.)
nsfw headcanon below
🍭 a smut headcanon
-> Mephisto is one of those types that doesn't like kissing his casual sex partners on the lips. He'll kiss them anywhere else that strikes his fancy, dragging his teeth and biting his way across their skin as he burns off pent-up frustration and the need to feel someone's hand or mouth or body around him. He's not gonna complain if they do the same as they move their head down his body so they can suck him off (although he insists they don't mark him). But there's something so intimate about kissing someone's lips, breathing in their little puffs of air and feeling their moans or whimpers vibrate against his own. It's the romantic part of himself he keeps firmly locked down.
😬😭👻 for King Solomon, please! (If requests are still open!) Super excited to learn more about him.
I hope you have a wonderful day 💜
a/n: Interesting.
😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done:
A power-hungry king with a legion of demons at his command is not to be reckoned with. If he can't use his vast amounts of wealth to acquire the things - or places - he wants, he can simply take them instead. Anyone caught in the crossfire is of no consequence. Make of that what you will.
😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them:
There weren't many people that the king truly loved, and he never felt the pain of heartbreak until he was betrayed by one of them.
👻 A headcanon about what scares them:
The fear of losing everything, during the height of his power. The fear of having no one, when he realized he may spend an eternity alone.
Going through your blog is part of my winding down routine, I just love your writing! If the head canon ask may I ask for ❤️🔥, 🍯 or 💄for Alpheratz? Whichever one you prefer!
❤️🔥 A romantic headcanon:
He sleeps like the dead. When Spica or the other guide sorcerers try to rouse him from a nap, it’s nearly impossible. (Spica insists that Alpheratz is stubborn and pretends to be asleep just to annoy him, but it's difficult to say for sure.) What everyone does know is that if you try to wake Alpheratz up, he responds almost instantly with little fuss. Even in deep sleep, part of him is focused most on you and makes sure that if you call for him, he'll be able to wake up and answer you without fail.
🍯 A DILF headcanon:
After a lifetime of indulging in hearty steaks and rich desserts, he's a bit softer around the tummy than he used to be. He's the perfect companion to nap with because when he curls around you, it's like being wrapped in a warm blanket. You can't help but melt into his embrace. It helps that he spares no expense when it comes to buying luxurious linens or the most comfortable mattress for bed (his back is sore more often than not these days).
I'd like to see you write about Lucifer realizing he's mc's least favorite. How would he react finding out mc resents him for punishing them and treating them as if they're children?
oh man, this sounds like a great season one au. lucifer softened up a lot in season two/after making the pact, but there were so many moments when I couldn’t stand how he treated mc or his brothers.
if I wrote something like this, it would be:
a season one au where mc doesn’t visit lucifer in the library on the last night in the devildom and they don’t make a pact
