A compilation of all the alphabet prompts I’ve answered for Mammon, now that all the letters are done!
A = Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)
A lot of Mammon’s tsundere attitude disappears after sex. Lying by his partner’s side, enjoying the afterglow, with no one else around to judge him, makes Mammon much more open to voicing his feelings. He’ll repeatedly tell them how much he loves them and how good they make him feel. All he wants at this point is to be cuddled and held, his touch starved nature making itself known. Of course, he’d never say no to some extra praise and verbal affection, too, craving validation and comfort.
B = Body part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Mammon absolutely adores his partner’s eyes. Their gaze alone holds so much power over him and it’s so easy for him to get lost in it. During sex, he likes being able to maintain eye contact, wanting to watch the minute changes in their expression, knowing that he’s the one making them feel good.
He doesn’t have a specific part of his body that he’d consider his favorite. He puts a lot of effort into his physical looks, and he’s very proud of every part of his appearance. However, if his partner comments on something they like about him, he’ll start putting more effort into that aspect of himself for a bit. Something as simple as commenting on how soft his hair is, is more than enough to make him spend an extra hour or two in the mornings, making his hair as soft and fluffy as possible.
All the letters for Luci have been answered now, so here’s a post compiling them all together!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
When he’s the one in charge, Luci acts like the kingof aftercare. As much as he loves seeing his partner fall apart, he always makes sure to put them back together in the end. His go to thing is running a hot bath for his partner, letting him clean them up while also giving him a reason to hold them close and relax for once. After the bath, he’s pretty much at their beck and call, willing to run out and get them anything they need until they’re ready to go to bed. It’s one of the only times when Luci won’t put up a fight about going to bed at a decent hour, instead opting to snuggle under the covers and pulling his partner close to his chest.
B = Body part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For a long while, Lucifer’s favorite parts of him were his wings, but now they carry too many memories for him to view them with the same light. Now, his favorite body part would be his hands. He has long fingers and a firm grip, perfect for grabbing his partner’s wrists with one hand and pinning them down.
When it comes to his partner, Lucifer’s favorite body part of theirs is their neck. It’s such a vulnerable part of their body and it’s his favorite place to leave marks. It’s a trust thing for him, as well as something that makes him feel powerful. Knowing that he could kill them in a second with his sharp teeth pressed to their throat, yet they trust him not to hurt them excites him to no end.
Asmodeus would often tell him that when food is beautiful, it tastes better. Something that Beelzebub had called dumb, that the presentation doesn’t change it yet maybe it just wasn’t the case with food.
Because there was something about you, maybe even everything yet he couldn’t keep it that simple. If he related it to what his brother had said about food, then it would just be your “presentation” not the inside “taste” of who you were past that. So this presentation, how you were plated, was delicious on it’s own yet when backed by the taste of who you were, a delicacy was created. A food that was meant only to be loved and looked at, not to be eaten like cake support made from rice krispies instead of the plush fluff it could be believed as.
A delight, bread shared between multiple cultures, to be commonplace and known by every baker close to any heat to prove your truth. Your grace, the ideal look of your eyes when you were happy, how your fingers looked cross hatched with his own. However, just like how they could not gain a place that belonged to him you were not a recipe to be followed, impossible to yield the same beautiful result of delicacy.
The ideas of relating you to baking certainly made sense in his brain on how food looks would make it taste better just like its certain that your kisses and smiles are much better directed at him. Yet he could go further, Beelzebub could relate you to more despite this uniqueness he had come to terms with. You could be soup really, and the best he decided you were. Perfect at keeping him warm, from his cheeks to how content he felt on the inside after a bowl while sick.
A word, three even,, came to mind when he thought of this journaling. Well-rounded, but most of all, perfect.
Dew drops gathered on the weeds pushing past cement cracks and lifting themselves to the sun above just like they gathered dripping their drops as condensation from the building gutters. And despite the early time where the grass by the parking lot to the strip mall was still damp, a couple of the stores held inside were open including the floral arrangements with the fake neon sign filled with cheaper chemicals calling it “Devil’s Ivy.” The store front under it held delightful windows, no longer sheltered from their shutters but instead showcasing planters growing marigolds by the bunch, as well as showing them getting watered for that morning from your peeking from the sidewalk.
A young looking gentleman with only a few wrinkles peaking at his laugh lines and forehead, pale blue hair pinned in a headband to keep from falling over his eyes while he leaned over the golden petals. The smile moved on his face, speaking to them, muted behind the glass. Indentations uneven seen like flickering lights from the movement, dimples with the right just a noticeably hint at being higher than the left. A simple outfit was hidden behind apron already with specks of dirt sticking to the cotton blend, a dark short sleeved shirt matching the choker of similar fabric guarding at least two inches of his neck and black straight-legged pants.
He would get up from the hunched position to twist his body looking towards the shop back like his favorite song had come on the radio, hand loose on the watering can, a few drops hitting the tile beneath him when he had turned back towards you through the window. A double take, having just seen you in his peripheral, surprised and catching your look. Guiltily handed or not he still offered a smile and a small wave before walking towards shop door. It was a clear and clean as the windows with more blockades from stickers, its open sign, and schedule post.
With a hand leaning on the door way and the other on the low push bar of the door’s inside side, his head would peek back for his turn at you.
“Would you like inside? We have a drink cooler if you were jealous enough of the plants to stare,” his smile was bright as much as it was cheeky. Waiting for you to take the invitation to join the rows of floral and succulent inside.
Indeed there’s a small fridge unit on the cashier desk next to the wall, waving you off when you try to hand anything in return for the single small beverage.
He doesn’t stand over you while you look around, finishing his morning chore rounds while checking in on any that you seemed to deem nicer than others maybe finding a preference.
Bathym is rotating the plants who will enjoy more direct light for the day when he bumps into you looking at the floral section filled with whites and bright yellow.
It’s a favorite of his, pausing with you after the short apology. Like most plants brought in and raised in shop, he knows the popular meanings of each but focusing more on the positive than how the single daffodil signals misfortune in the future.
You can tell he enjoys his job and sharing it with others, the fact is almost downplayed by how easy he seems to be carrying a short and potted lemon tree without any worry of weight showing on his face. Too focused on explaining freesia than that and the fact he had yet to explain how to say his name in case you wanted his attention later in your rounds around the shop.
At some point behind the desk, trusting you won’t (technically) steal any more than what was rest of your drink, you can hear him talking out loud.
It was a habit he gained taking the shift, usually even talking directly to the plants though he definitely played favorites, talking to more than others.
He was crossing things out in a book-a catalog- going on about reminding a “Levi” to get a “Mammon” to sign for the soil shipment, something about knowing Levi wouldn’t want the interaction.
You were shifting between your feet, a plant from the “houseplants, yes even cat safe” section firmly planted in your hands. The cashier desk had no bell and the concept of messing up the name of someone you were interested in building some kind of relationship with was more embarrassing than could be handled at the humble 10 am.
It would take you, setting it just a little too loud on the glass cover for him to perk up and recognize you were ready to go. Dusting off his dyed jeans to get up only to make the problem worse, more dirt from his gloves now on his pants resolved in some self cursing, threats to himself about “if you mess this up now ill make you move out.” Maybe you could ask if you visit again.
But he was standing, a small flush to his cheeks when he gave a smaller tight lipped smile. And now rushing in a brisk walk over to ring you up. It was a small plant, on one of the taller shelves for easier grabs meaning it still wasn’t too expensive but something told you a certain coworker would have his ass for knowing a customer came in for stuff and got it all for free.
His hand, the left, now ungloved to put in commands to the register easier, brushed yours when giving your change and receipt. Just a moment too slow than a normal accident, a bit surprised at feeling your hand touch his own. You put away the change and receipt in your pockets, yet staggered a bit. Hyping yourself up before extending the talk even after the exchange was now supposed to be over.
“You know a lot about- well about everything, would I need to ask for an arrangement delivery to get to hear more? Or is someone else in charge of them?” You ask, a hand picking at the edge of one of their cards.
His face lights up in surprise as you ask, happy that you seem to care so much before connecting that you are using it for an opening.
“You can always ask for me personally, Mammon does our calls usually b-oh. Oh! I see, here let me give you my personal if that’s okay,” He says, a chuckle just resting in the back of his throat but not laughing during his talk.
“There, and if you still want to call the shop instead you can ask for Bat. I know Bathym can be a hard one to remember, I’ll know when they mean you even if you don’t become a regular.”
Taglist:@hiraethhh-h (bc i wanted to save your actual req when i answered for mams n levi :] )
You and Leviathan have been preparing for this weekend, it was a smaller convention in its first few years of activity. It was also, in the human world. Not one of the Devildom convention centers that Leviathan was used to, doubling the nerves as well as the excitement jitters as the transport bus pulled from the parking lot to the actual convention hall.
Binging anime series, games, and translated mangas that hadn’t been “properly” released yet on somewhat worrying websites, had been replaced for the two weeks prior to this very outing. Instead, Leviathan would watch any convlog you found acceptable. From old ones from years back of when you first gained the interest to ones of this convention specifically. It was soothing to him, to know the similarities in how humans acted compared to demons and the basic lay out of the vendor’s hall to the makeshift arcade room.
As much as it was helpful, it was also enthralling, having trusted your judgement before his own was a wonderful and perhaps even pogdecision. He loved the different accents, the regional dialects and slang, the reaction of seeing someone’s hero, the voice actors in character to cosplayer, the memes that the human fanbase had picked up instead, and especially how many people actually dressed up rather than going casually.
Of course he was going to wear one of his comfort cosplays to his first human anime convention with you that was already law, written in stone really. Though it was, nevertheless, comforting.
The rest of the bus was filled with people similar to himself and you, yet entirely different from the archetype of the character to the franchise company as a whole but it was never close to full of hate or questionable quip’s at Leviathan’s attire. When he had actually gotten compliments other than your own before even stepping foot to the badge line.
It was something surprising to him especially when his pose had been so stiff, freshly available after having stretched his legs from the cramped condition of the car and how his charms had dug into his side from the seatbelt. Leviathan was already in his habitat despite the clear change from Devildom’s hellish humidity to the chill of the automobile insides.
His shoulders were loose, not as tense as normal, yet still huddled close to you like a lifeline.
Like a better comfort than his head pillow, craning his neck towards you to look at the schedule you had pulled up on your phone.
The day was becoming hazardous as most good con-days were. Trying not to stumble into people’s large wings, not getting caught by a loose dress layer to the escalator, having to send the quick and mistyped version of “where are you” after getting lost from going to different booths in the artist alley when you are across from each other, the change from cute heeled shoes to sneakers with memory foam insoles.
It was closing in on lunch when Leviathan’s “Oh My God! My Lover Looks So Cute When He’s Happy Enjoying What He Loves! In Character Q&A” Panel was about to begin, settling into the folding chairs set in neat rows not before clearing the forgotten water bottles left behind. There was about five minutes before the hour long panel would begin when Leviathan would flare up, blush hidden under concealer and setting powder but visible at his ears. Whipping out his phone in his ungloved hand and typing out a message haphazardly.
Clearly embarrassed when you leaned over, curious at recognizing your icon at the top of the bar, so flustered he had to backspace quite a bit to recover the text from the jumbled keysmash. And within the next minute it would have been unknown he was so shy, the message looking relatively chill. Maybe, even calm and collected.
Yet you had seen the nervous grip messing with his phone case, even the way he had folded his arms on his lap, making himself small as if someone had asked to share his seat.
[sent 11:39 am] MC, after the panel will you help take my photos?
Such a text that would lead you close to 1pm, being handed Leviathan’s phone in front of the park fountain near by. A shy smile held in return by the seriousness you gave to such an honoring role before swiping to his camera to bring focus to his first few poses. Lens and eyes behind it on him with the right amount of exposure, him becoming comfortable and confident to play his character more in your delightful company.
(technically still quite early by around 11 days but)
Hi!!! To celebrate I made two lists of prompts for you to chose from, please pick one for one character! You are allowed to send multiple requests and it is in fact encouraged! Rules are that there is no nsft and preferably no angst, you can pick brothers and datables as well as Bathym!
Edit: Word prompts will be used to inspire either a small imagine/drabble or some hcs! Similar to the actual scenario prompts but they will have more variety in situations.
Party Prompts!
how they hold your hand
soft kisses other than to your lips
whispering in their ear
just simping for you
kissing them mid-sentence
at a coffee shop
hiding their face in your neck
responses to receiving forehead kisses
touching their elbow to get their attention
late night visits
kissing & wiping away tears
hugging while walking
brushing hands by accident
flirting pre-relationship
you kissing their injury “better”
how they hug you
giving a forehead kiss while youre asleep
wiping away food from one’s lips
legally required flower shop au
sharing their clothes
and they were roommates
build ur own (your own prompt/word)
Cake & Gifts Prompts!
pumpkin
journaling
rainy
buttons
fireflies
pastels
windmill
boats
strawberries
smell
fortune
stream
skyline
drive-in
bugs
camera
games
bookmark
healed
neon
popsicle
shiny
As a reference for sending in reqs heres two examples ♡♡
Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She’s high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.
Lucifer
Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.
Well… He was half-right.
On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don’t have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.
The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!
She’s not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his ownroom… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…
The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads…
By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them.
What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!
They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren’t strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.
Was everyone positive they’re only human…?
As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…
He has Beel to contend with first.
Mammon
Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh!
Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they’d disappointed someone important….
And all that fuss over some dumb human??
So what if they made amazing food?
So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?
So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter’s day??
So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-
-Wait,when did that happen?!?
Seriously, Mammon’s attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he’s freaking out when they stub their toe!
He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs…!
Damnit!! They’re too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks.
In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon’s tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they’re involved.
Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer’s tug-of-war matches… He’s a busy guy these days.
Leviathan
They’re so… so… MOE!!!
That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!
To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves…
And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!
Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material…
Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically likedit and started wearing it around the House!!
Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, andMammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!
I mean… He didn’t discourage them or anything either but still…
If Beel hadn’t claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too… Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new?
Satan
He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it’s one of his most treasured possessions now.
He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.
So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That’s not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he’s more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!
As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn’t do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!
… except for one thing.
That maid/butler outfit of Levi’s? The one they like to wear around?
It has cat accessories…
Either they don’t notice or they don’t mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…
Dammit… Why did Levi evenbuythat?!?
Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail “accidentally…” Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a “perverted cat freak” but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!
Asmodeus
Oh Beel…
Asmo saw Beel’s feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!
Lucifer, on the other hand, nowthat was a surprise…
Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he’d have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!
Of course, that’s causing some commotion because they’re pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly.
Beel and Lucifer aren’t fighting, not for real.The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They’re far too close for that.
So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It’s pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy…
Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride’s on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!
Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it’s a fight against those two, he’ll have to keep any of his ownaffairs with the MC under the radar… )
Beelzebub
He has claimed this one. Full stop.
For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC…
Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it’s in the kitchen.
If food is the way to Beel’s heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!
It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddessshowed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal’s end!
They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.
Beel didn’t waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.
Surprisingly, Beel’s can turn the “They’re MINE” part of his brain on and off pretty well. He’s nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they’re around and even with his brothers!… as long as they don’t try anything.
The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.
And now poor MC believes it’s common for demons to “play wrestle” like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines…
And it doesn’t look like they’ll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear…
Belphegor
You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!
No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!
So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!!
Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole “living together in harmony” crap fails,right?!
Wrong.
Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…
Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill…
But when the sixthborn’s fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother’s first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.
What the hell did he just do??
Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC “back” snapped his angry brothers right out of it.
Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea,Hestiamade another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher’s knife!
Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!
Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.
And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!
He’s sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed.
