#mammon smau

[kirishwima]

Bet on me, baby - Part 3 (written portions below!)

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He's late.

Not one to waste time, you stood outside the shop at 4pm sharp, arms folded across your torso for warmth, glaring at the sun as if it'd personally offended you by hiding beneath opalescent clouds despite the summer month.

You were fine to wait for five or ten minutes, keeping yourself busy listening to music through your overhead headphones and scrolling through your phone, but as the minutes trickled past and your foot tapped nervously against concrete, you frowned, sent another text-it's not rude to wait indoors, not when the guy you're waiting for is a whooping 15 minutes late, now is it?

You make your order and find a cozy corner to sit at, already bringing out your notes and laptop-the sooner you get this done, the better after all, and you suppose there's no harm in getting a headstart until your project partner arrives.

Yet time flows onwards, with no sight of Mammon to behold.

The ice in your drink has already melted by the time you decide to send him another message, now truly furious as you glanced to the clock on the wall across of you.

You look over your final messages with a sigh as you pack up your belongings, standing up from your seat to head out of the shop.

You're all but ready to storm out when the sound of hurried steps marching your way distracts you, a flurry of white all you see as the chair across you gets dragged back on the wooden floors.

Mammon stumbles into the seat, tilting his head back.

"Ha. Made it" he sighs, turns towards you and has the audacity to smirk, a lazy toothy grin as he slumps further into the seat.

He nods towards you in greeting, blinks owlishly behind his sunglasses. An angry red mark covers his left cheek, one he seems more than oblivious to.

You raise an eyebrow at that, momentarily ignoring the fact that he didn't even apologize for being an hour late as he leans back on his seat, balancing the chair on its back two legs.

You stare at him.

You blink.

And scream.

"What the FUCK Mammon?!" you ask.

He flinches, straightens back his chair as it momentarily threatens to fall.

"Huh? What?!"

"What? What do you mean what?! Where were you?"

He rolls his eyes, shrugs his shoulders with a shake of his head.

"I overslept! Some of us have actual social lives y'know-I was out all night and honestly jus' wanted to sleep all day today" he fumes. "Like, who the hell would wanna spend their saturday doing homework with a nerd?"

Your fingers are about to wrap around your plastic coffee cup and fling it to his head, before Mammon carries on with a sigh.

"At least I was going to, but Satan slapped me and threatened to cut all my credit cards in half if i didnt show up and hes a crazy bastard yknow, if he says it then he fucking means it-" he stifles a yawn, "and im hungover as shit. Why does no one care for me in this family?! I need sleep!"

You clench your teeth.

At least he's here you try to rationalize, at least Satan is a decent person that slapped some sense into him because you'd have no qualms to doing so yourself, peace and love be damned, but instead you sigh, turn to him and say;

"Be late again and I'll let your brothers, Lucifer included, know you were an ass to me."

He dared to laugh at that, shakes his hand as if to dismiss you, "And why would they care what the class nerd says?"

Enough is enough.

You slam your hands on the table, commanding the gaze of everyone in the shop to your form, Mammon flinching back, eyes wide and staring towards you.

"Y/N"

"Huh?"

"My name is Y/N. Not nerd. If you had paid even the slightest attention when I was talking to you, maybe you'd get it through that thick skull of yours. My name is Y/N L/N, im a human fucking person who was stood up for AN HOUR on their single day off, because guess what asshole-I have plans too! My day does not revolve around you and your fucking schedule. You have wasted an hour of my precious time, with not so much as an apology for being late, and you come in here and talk to me like I'm an inconvenience to you?!"

You get up, sling your backpack over your shoulder as Mammon sits frozen in place, eyes never leaving your fuming face.

"Well guess FUCKING what. I don't like you either! I could be hanging out with my friends too, or taking up another shift at my part time work and earning actual money, instead of wasting my time and effort here, waiting for you to get your shit together enough to actually get here and start working on this project so we can pass this class!"

You slung your bag over your shoulder, giving Mammon one final cold look.

"Thanks for wasting my time. Go find another project partner, and maybe you two can fail together" is all you say before turning around, walking out the coffee shop without looking back.

Your steps are brisk, pace fast as you make haste, your sole goal to get as far away from this shitty day and back to the comfort of your apartment.

You're about to send a text to Satan, to apologize for going off in his brother after he had the decency to send him to you, when you hear Mammon shuffling behind you, yelling our a 'wait, hold on you ner-uh. Y/N!!'

You do stop at that, turning around with a frown at the sound of your name, arms crossed over your chest.

"What?" you ask.

He's panting, his face washed red, back hunched and hands on his thighs as he looks back up at you-

"I. Uh. Ugh, don't make me say it!"

You sigh.

"Say what, Mammon?"

He grumbles, fidgets with a hand to his hair.

"I'm sorry! Okay!"

'Sorry for what?' you ask, not willing to let this slide. A half hearted apology isn't gonna cut it.

"For...wasting your time. And coming here hungover. And insulting you."

You look him up and down. He's not so bad like this; with this sheepish look on his face, a hand thrown awkwardly to the back of his neck, looking anywere else but your face-even through his yellow tinted sunglasses you can see the deeper shade across his cheeks, a bead of sweat trickling down his right temple, presumably from the effort he made trying to catch up to you.

'Fine' is all you say.

He looks back at you, a small grin of his lips that seems to taste like victory.

"So can we go finish this work now or?"

"No. Not today"

His crestfallen look is almost cute, you muse, but shake your head free of the thought before it takes root in your mind.

"Believe it or not Mammon, I wasn't lying when I said I was a busy person. I don't have anymore time for today, since you so politely wasted it."

"Hey!" he groans, straightening back up, "I said I was sorry!"

"I know. Which is why I'm willing to plan another meetup like this with you. You can come by my workplace tomorrow at the end of my shift and we can plan a rough outline of our topic, or you can text me where you'll be and I can come meet you."

"Where do you work?"

"The local bookstore, down the street from the main campus. You know the one, big but raggedy looking? Has a wooden sign outside called Brimstone?"

He nods, looks to his phone as he replies.

"Yeah I know the one. Satan won't shut up about it."

You exchange further details for a moment, eventually deciding on him coming to pick you up from your work in the afternoon when your shift ends; you guys can go grab a coffee and something to eat at the adjacent coffee shop, and finally get some work done there.

Mammon nods along as you recount tomorrow's plan, his previous attitude watered down and like this-leaning close to you in the busy street, huddled together as you show him the location of your workplace on google maps, his focused little pout, his blue eyes big and juxtaposing thick white lashes-hell, he's almost attractive like this.

Almost.

You bite back the intrusive thought and bid him goodbye, heading straight back to your shitty apartment-you're supposed to finish up your essay today and start on yet another pending report.

Instead you can't get these flashes of white and gold out of your head all day.

*****

-Masterlist-

[madwomansapologist]

SINGLE FOR A HOT MINUTE

cw: fluff, crack, gn!mc

an: my first smau ever, and also the first thing i ever did for the obey me brothers.

© all rights reserved to MADWOMANSAPOLOGIST

[irishmammonagenda]

Flatlined. - Texts they send after you die.

including: lucifer, diavolo, mammon, barbatos, thirteen, michael, solomon

[kannouo]

"Can't sleep?" - SMAU

pairing: demon bros x gn!reader synopsis: in which you can't sleep. warnings: slightly suggestive bc of asmo, but not much. A/N: a very simple smau as my first ever writing on this blog. i hope it's at least decent as it's my first time making one.

[squicksquak]

"Gun to your head, me or ____"

Ft: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie.

-> Fluff, crack.

a/n: Haven't made one of these since like 7th grade but man theyre fun

[anintrovertedechoe]

telling the brothers you want a baby

smau

afab reader implied in satan and asmo’s

———

lucifer:

mammon:

leviathan:

satan:

asmodeus:

beelzebub:

belphegor:

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howd i do for my first smau it sounded fun so i thought id give it a shot !

ik these are lowkey ooc but i just wanted them to be funny soz 😭

[aethersvoid]

Obey me brothers reaction to you leaving them on read on purpose

P2 with diavolo, solomon and Simeon here

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

[wabatle]

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I'm actually cooked...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Synopsis: Texting the Obey Me! Brothers that you're cooked on a test... But you're actually not.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader (though reader gets called bbg twice), fluff, humor

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: foul language, cringe? idk first obey me fic, cut me some slack lol.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: yippee my first obey me post!! <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Lucifer

-ˏˋ⋆ Mammon

-ˏˋ⋆ Leviathan

-ˏˋ⋆ Satan

-ˏˋ⋆ Asmodeus

-ˏˋ⋆ Beelzebub

-ˏˋ⋆ Belphegor

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added); @nostalgic-muffins

𓆩⚝𓆪 — making an obey me masterlist soon! | masterlists

[leviathans-watching]

random texts w/ mammon

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

rated t | m.list | part 1

a/n: ik it's been months since lucifer's but this was too fun to pass up lol

please reblog 😱😻🙏

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost or clasim as your own

[voiidlizrd]

Obey me SMAU

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They replaced you… in a fanfiction. (Part 1) here, (part 2)

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Warning(s): Mention of Chapter 16 (SPOILERS), ‘replaced au’ but more lore accurate, mentions of death/suicide but not actually happening, sprinkle of angst but mainly fluff, comfort, some bad spelling (not proofread), MC IS GENDER NEUTRAL

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

A/N: I never really understood replaced au for Obey Me cause the brothers are literally so down bad for MC. They are being walked like a dog by a sheep.

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[kirishwima]

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'And that concludes today's class. Please start working on your projects in due time. Delays will not be tolerated.'

With that the once quiet classroom began to bustle with life and chatter, students shuffling out their seats and towards the doors in search of food, coffee, some dashing to get to their next class.

And you..you were stuck in your seat, cursing whichever fate decided to play tricks on you.

Belphegor is still fast asleep besides you, dark hair falling over his eyes as he nuzzles his face into his folded arms. You never understood what kind of gall he must have, to nap so openly in the front row of the class.

You were tempted to pinch your friend awake. Still, you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Turning your attention to the back of the class, up to the final row of seats you take note of him; he's sat there, his feet crossed and sprawled over the seat in front of him, his phone blocking your view to his face, though you could picture what kind of expression he must've been sporting; blue eyes focused on whichever gambling game took hold of his attention for the day, white hair fluffy and juxtaposing his dark skin, lips in a lazy smirk as he looked over his winnings.

Of all the people in this class, why did you have to be paired with the one person you knew, instinctively, you could never get along with?

Still, the decision has been made-and gathering the last bit of your resolve, you gather your bag and get out of your seat, heading up the stairs towards your fate, who was still oblivious to your presence.

You come to a halt besides him, planting your feet securely to the ground, chin held high.

Many would've been intimidated to be talking to one of 'the campus' demons'. This family's notoriety was well known amongst your peers, how these seven brothers were all named after demons, how each of them was more peculiar than the other.

And yet in their oddness there's intrigue, and people can't help but be fascinated with the lot. From the eldest brothers stoic ruby eyes, to the sleepy younger brother you've somehow befriended, everyone in campus peers at them with a sense of curiosity, the weird becomes popular, and every single person wants a glimpse into their devilish world.

Still, you're not intimidated. You've somehow befriended half their family, after all.

You clear your throat, waiting for Mammon to show any sign of recognition. He doesn't. Instead he furrows his brows, taps harder at his phone screen.

You take a step closer-can smell his sandalwood cologne and catch a glimpse of his screen-todays' gamble's Blackjack, it seems.

'Mammon?'

He clicks his tongue. Doesn't turn to look at you.

'What?' is all he says, short and curt, tone rivaling Satan's, back when you first met him.

'I'm Y/N. We got paired up for the project. Can you put your phone down for a minute so we can discuss it?'

He steals a glance your way and groans.

'Ugh, seriously? Of all the people I had to get paired with the biggest nerd in class?!'

He maintains his air of nonchalance through it all, promptly returning his attention back to his phone- grating your nerves further. What the fuck-what the actual fuck? Who does this dude think he is?

He's met his match, it seems, when you don't back down from the challenge-instead you lean closer, planting yourself between him and the view to his phone screen.

'Okay, listen here', you start, 'I did not ask to be paired up with you, and to be quite blunt, I'm not that fond of you either dude. But the pairing's final, and neither of us can do anything about it, except get it over with as quickly as possible, and then go our separate ways. Okay?'

He falters at that-at your close proximity, at your words, you're not sure-still, you hold his gaze, unfazed by the swirling golden hues dipped in blue and the strong angles of his face. You really, really don't care, you convince yourself, even as you feel your pulse quicken.

'I-Okay, fine' he resigns, sighs when you lean back away from him with a nod.

He clicks his tongue, shuffles in his seat to stand up, flings his backpack over his shoulder as he does. He towers over you, but you hold your ground, squaring your jaw and turning your head up to look him in the eye.

'So. What do we do then?'

You hum. You uh..hadn't thought ahead that far.

You're quick to think up a plan though, not willing to let this man catch you offguard.

'Give me your phone number' you say, 'and let's plan when and where to meet up so we can start working on the project and dividing the work. Is Saturday okay for you?'

You go through the details of the when and where with him, saving his phone number in your phone under his full name.

'Is that all? Can I leave now?' he asks with a grumble and you nod, staring daggers at his retreating figure when he dashed away without as much as a goodbye.

You look back to your phone screen, where his contact page is gleaming in your phone.

You change his name to 'Mammon :|' in one final act of defiance.

You can't wait to get this project over with.

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Bet on me, Baby-Part 1

-masterlist-

[ad0rechuu]

MY FRIENDS AS CAKES; A THREAD. ━━ OBEY ME p1

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ mcs shenanigans on twitter as they assign cakes to their companions

*𖤐₊ ━━━━━ gn! reader x the obey me boys , two shot smau : crack / fluff (?) , staring: mc, lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel & belphie , rating: pg-13 , tw: mentions of food, swearing, death, all the fun stuff , notes: there are like no obey me smau fics so here u go! i always wanted to do one of these!! this my first post so please leave some comments or smth !

masterlist | part two

[madwomansapologist]

HEY SHORT KING!

cw: fluff, crack, gn!mc an: does this sort of post look okay? trying to make it good to look at. characters: brothers and exchange students.

© all rights reserved to MADWOMANSAPOLOGIST

[irishmammonagenda]

"Teangacha Eile." - Obm brothers finding out you speak another language

picture creds:1,2 warnings: probably very ooc man idk im not solomare also i used google translate for satan's bc i cant speak czech at all gng including: all the obm brothers😋

have a bad 5 min doodly drawing‼️

sorry scottish gaelic speakers i had a dream about macbeth and chose violence. to anyone else reading, scots gaelic is a very cool language check out learngaelic.net grma for reading gng!

[lore-smaus]

«Human traditions?» ft. Brothers

Summary: typical day trying to explain what is Halloween or getting them to do anything with you?

Tags: absolute crack, reference to lesson 16 but as a playful way, lovey dovey stuff, curios tan.

Beel

Asmo

Satan

Belphie

Lucifer

Levi

Mammon

[ultraimaginez]

SMAU: "Get Over Here" Pt. 1 ~ being summoned by your boy after they get "riled up"

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Asmo from Obey Me! (The rest will be included in part 2)

Warning: suggestive content. MDNI!