#Mara obey me mc

[littlestardescendants]

Alright first drawing of the MC crossover!! 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

See this is really ironic for me because Mara (My Obey Me MC) would be perfect for WHB's storyline in that she's sexually confident in herself and would take shit from no one nor any disrespect from any Demon or Angel.

Mirjami (My What in Hell is Bad MC) however IS soft spoken; She's chaste, sweet, doesn't like violence and she'd be the perfect therapist for those demons but not the demons she got stuck with.

It makes the dynamic fun for me because ngl if we ever did an MC swap I guarantee you Mara's knocking Beel's teeth out while Mirjami would make the other demons sandwiches and send them off to school like a good milf.

Two Different Mom Energies Ngl.

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #obey me #om #obey me mc #obey me angel descendant #Literally these two girls are in the wrong game- Mara wants to beat up things Mirjami wants to talk #We got a mother and a dommy mommy. #mirjami arts

[marathedemonoverlord]

Eyyy.... If I end up trying "What in Hell is Bad" or whatever the fuck it's called...

Look don't ask my Best Friend keeps calling Mara that and idk what to do now (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)(ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

#obey me #obey me mc #what in hell is bad #should I use Mara? #I really like her...

[starishsky]

*family guy death pose*

#obey me #obey me! #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #mara #starishsky draws #*cutely comes back to post one thing and then vanish into obscurity*

[windywriter]

A commission I got done of my Obey me MC's demon disguise by @gach-artblog !!!! Thank you so much for working with me on this! I love it so so much!

Their name is Mara and they're the world's most beloved abomination against God 💖

More details under the read more:

-The outfit was given to them by Barbatos after they were assigned to be the brother's caretaker/assistant. The shoes were something they bought together with Solomon.

- Originally the horns weren't apart of the habit but Mara sewed them on in order to seem more convincing.

- This is what they sound like when squeaked

- Whenever they're asked if they have a tail or wings they always change the answer.

- The earrings were given to Mara as a gift when they first began training under him. It can be used as a magic communicator between them and Solomon. Though they usually just use their D.D.D

- Mara makes the mana potions every morning. Since their pacts have been severed, they've been trying to conserve mana. Plus the shenanigans of the brothers run them ragged every day.

- The placement of the symbols is meant to sort of match where each of the brother's demon marks are but for asmo's I just thought it was funnier where it is now

-If you notice the pact symbol at the bottom of the skirt is missing the names of the sins. This is to show how Mara no longer has their pacts with the brothers.

-The skirt is cursed so if anyone but Mara tries to move it/touch it they'll get electrocuted.

- Before it was revealed that Mara was human/from the future they went by the name "Kama".

- Currently Mara is studying how to create powerful barriers/wards in an attempt to keep Solomon out of the kitchen.

-They currently have a 40-45% success rate.

#obey me #obey me mc #obmswd #obmnb #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me mc-sona #obm #fav #bookmark #THANK YOU SO MUCH GACH #IM LITERALLY SHOVING THIS IN MY MOUTH AS IM TYPING THIS GRRRRR #GO COMMISSION HER!!

[darlingyurio]

hi so obey me as she ra what could go wrong they said

Levi: you have an arrow that turns into a magnifying glass??

Solomon: yeah

Levi: i cant believe we were losing to u guys

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Mammon: are you still getting those visions

Levi: yes i keep having this horrible vision of a blonde girl who thinks shes better than everyone barging into my room all day, oh wait 😐

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Asmo: what do i do??

Satan: oh youre askjng me for help?? bow is usually the friendship stuff guy and im usually the PUNCH YOUR FEELINGS OUT guy but um okay maybe if you try

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Mammon: did you seriously just hang up on me??

Levi: yes but just bc we were running from the horde and now were hiding from the horde ALSO THE HORDE HAS MARAS SHIP.

Beel: sob

Levi: SORRY.......

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Satan: we cant make more weapons because we dont have more materials and there is no file on where to get more I KNOW YOURE TRYING TO SABOTAGE ME WHERES THE MISSING FILE

Belphie: the substance you seek comes from right here in the fright zone...............

Satan: ............fine

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Satan: those who dare think wrongly of you are nuisances and

Mc: thanks i like being friends with you too

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Lucifer: i am going to kill your friends

Mammon: please dont

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Luke: im not saying i dont understand the plan but i dont understand the plan

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Levi: hey do you even know how to use a whip

Lucifer: it cant be hard if this guy figured it out

Levi: yeah i was thinking you could say some catch phrase too like uh WHIP

Lucifer: scorpia im not gonna say whip when i use the whip no one does that

now gn bffs

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #obey me luke #obey me mc #obey me solomon #she ra spop #dabble #obey me shall we date

[horights]

Mara makes Satan a cake for Mother’s Day...

It goes about as well as could be expected.

What goes worse is when she makes a Father’s Day cake for Lucifer...

#Mara obey me mc #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me imagines

[apsamaras]

Had to do it to him

#obey me #swd obey me #lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me fanart #maras: mine #maras: digital art #maras: fanart #an: same lucifer #an: im sorry i just had to #an: either mc shoved him into it #an: or he got this as a birthday present from belphie and satan #an: or diavolo himself

[lazylemon]

Ok so

Y’all know Skyrim?

Y’all know the amulet of Mara

Well imagine Mc gets one and wears it around

And as soon as Levi sees it on them

Just imagine he flips out with he face all red because he most definitely played the game and he most definitely knows what that necklace means

#obey me mc #obey me! #obey me leviathan #skyrim #amulet of Mara #gamer #video games

[obeythebutler]

Heya Rosh! Just wanna say I absolutely adore your writing. One of the best that I've read in quite some time. I have a question, any obey me fic recommendations from you?

Thank you anon! ❤️❤️❤️

Thurday Evening Coffee by ahlayali on ao3! This is such a good fic, and new chapters are being added regularly! The domestic moments I've always craved, from grief to love, to anger to sadness to hugs, I love this.

The years start coming and they don't stop coming by @fickleminder! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD FIC!! I keep coming back to this!! Do check this masterpiece out!!

What Lies in Wait by House of Halation (glasshibou) This is smut, and oh my it's an au, but such a beautiful one at that. No words, just ❤️

@inhuman-obey-me Their whole masterlist is here, and demons being demons, is something I can never get enough of. ❤️

You don't really want to stay by @polandspringz

It's a work in progress, and so, so lovely!! Belphegor's emotions so beautifully captured, and even all the brothers characterization hits the nail, and I'm left hanging on to every word. Beautiful.

@obae-me masterlist here Mara Jordyn

All her works are something else, truly. I'd recommend going through them all, for they bring you into a whole new world.

@astaroth1357 Again, their masterlist is here! Their works were some of the very first I read when I was new to this fandom, and they're simply awesome!!

@princessozera A little dark secret

MC dies, and comes back to the brothers, but before you're in the celestial realm. And our MC has used some pretty interesting ways to get back to our demons😁

Highly recommended!! Along with all other works!!

#and there are so many more!! #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me x reader

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

NO ; MADS

HAPPY LOWMAN X READER

@arved asked: So... Would you write a story where you are Bishops younger sister and you ve met Happy, and starts having feelings for him... Your brother won't like it...

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gifs credits to: @mayans-mc

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

You leave your car parked at the Romero and Brothers entry, looking for Chucky to tell you where Bishop's bike is. Your brother texted you last night to ask you if you could have a look at it because it started to make a noisy sound somewhere in the front wheel. Some of the guys in the crew know about mechanics, but he only trusts your hands to touch his baby, so you had to drive from Mexico. The kind man with strange hands, whom you love so much, tells you that Bishop is not there but his bike is parked next to the clubhouse. Nodding, you go downstairs off of the office, to walk through the small alley on your way to find what paranoia your brother has this time.

You run the heavy metallic door with Mayans symbols, raising an eyebrow when you see some motorbikes you don't recognize at first, but you don't give it more importance than that it has. Taking out of the pocket of your shorts the copy of the key, you walk towards the green bike with the intention of ride it to the car scrapping, when you hear a hoarse voice calling for your attention.

“To the floor! Hands up!”

Five men are pointing at you with loaded guns, following the indications of an older one without hair and covered in tattoos. He throws the toothpick, that it was in his lips, walking closer. You stop the engine without any sudden movement, and your hands on your nape. You're breathing fast, leaving the motorbike at your back.

“Call Bishop”. He says. And you don't know what disturbs you more, if the lack of gesticulation on his face or the calm tone voice.

“I'm...”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch”.

Rude.

You were going to tremendously enjoy it when your charter comes back and finds you kneeling on the ground. They try to contact your brother, but seems like he's driving, 'cause there's no answer. Even so, it takes you only two minutes to hear the motorbikes coming. Taza is the first one who sees you, braking abruptly and throwing his helmet to the floor.

“The hell you' doin' man?” He shouts, till all the Mayans appears.

“Put your fuckin' guns down!” Bishop runs out of the dark van, to help you.

“She was stealing...” The unknown man tries to say, confused and lost in the situation.

“She's my fuckin' sister!” The Mayans president is pissed off, while Taza holds your hands to put you up.

“You ok, chiquita?” He asks looking you from top to bottom.

“Not sure if I'm more scared than horny, or more horny than scared”. You answer wrinkling the bridge of the nose, your crew laughs shaking their heads.

“You hurt your knees”. Bishop sounds worried, repairing on the small burns on your legs. The concrete and gravel floor was hot, but you didn't notice it 'cause you were busy trying not to die by a gunshot.

“Bish, it's ok. I would have shot without asking”. You placed your palm on his shoulder, before Tranq lifts you up in his strong arms. “It's always an adventure to come see you”.

“I'm sorre', we didn't know”.

“Yea', did you ask her?”

“Let's take care of the Mayans' warrior”. Your savior chuckles, walking upstairs to the clubhouse.

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Chibs screamed, his gaze upon the skies when he heard news of his men’s actions upon his arrival. You two know each other since your brother became president of the charter, always being a gentleman and treating you as one of his own family. But you said one hundred times that everything was fine, rolling your eyes while you were hearing him cursing in scottish. The man who pointed at you first introduced himself as Happy, and you couldn't help laughing at his name.

At least, he was fucking hot and worth it.

┅┅┅┅┅┅

Night has fallen in Santo Padre and the latin music has flooded the clubhouse and its yards. The delicious smell of Felipe's meat is in the air, mixing with the laughs and shouts of the charters having a party between brothers. And there you are, lying inside the ring with your forearms behind your head looking at the stars and a beer next to your body. Turning your head to the main group of men, you check that the Son's is staring at you like ten minutes ago. You chuckle shaking your chin, putting back your gaze to the sky.

MEANWHILE

“So, wha's she doin' here'?” Chibs asks your brother, who is drinking his beer.

“I think something is happening to my bike, and she's the only one allowed to touch it”.

“Half Mayan and mechanic... Is she single?” The vice of the Sons of Anarchy asks without any shame.

“Yes, she is. But I don't want a motorist from any charter to be her man, 'you hear me?” The Mayans president is forceful, leaning forward on his seat.

“I'm too old for the club, I'm leaving it, Chibs. It was a pleasure”. Happy is the one who talks this time, and you can hear him, of course.

You can see how the man is getting up of his seat, taking off the vest to give it to the SoA president while everybody laughs except Bishop. He walks to the makeshift bar, next to the barbecue, to obtain two beers. Now, you have to hide the fact that you weren't looking at him. The older man gets inside the ring, standing up in front of you. Raising your gaze, you lift an eyebrow.

“Can 'invite you to a beer?”

“I already have one”.

Without expecting, he kicks it away from you, but you don't move a single inch rolling your eyes.

“Wasn’t pointing a gun at me enough? I think ya've already covered your aggressiveness quota for the day”.

“And I think that love was born between us when I called ya' bitch”.

“Is that what you tell to every girl?” You ask sitting on your forearms and crossing your legs, one over the other.

“I'm not a man of words”.

“You don't have to insure it, flaco”. You sigh for a second, raising a hand to take the beer he's offering you without a gesture on his face.

“So, you're Bishop young sister, uh?” He says, having a seat in front of you. After almost one minute in completely silence, he talks again taking you by surprise, even if it wasn't uncomfortable. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight. I found him when I was fifteen. My parents abandoned him, before I was born”. He nods because of your words, looking thoughtful. You have a sip of your drink, waiting for him to say anything. But, that doesn't happens. “You have a lot of tattoos. Which one is your favorite?”

It's a cliche to ask about something like that, but you can't take your eyes off of them, because all that you can see around his arms and neck are traces drawing stories on him. You tattoo on your free time, so you're kinda passionate and he has truly pieces of art on his skin. Happy lifts up the grey shirt, showing you many more, before pointing the big and curled cobra on his chest and abdomen. You run your fingers over it, enraptured and your lips almost open so slowly that you can feel the way his abdomen contracts under your touch.

“Man... It's fuckin' amazing. I love the green path, but it is somewhat worn. I think I could fix it”. You say, trying to not sound too rude.

“Fix it?”

“Yea'! Addin' more color”.

“No, I mean. You tattoo?”

“I did most of the Mayans tattoos”. You nod then, with a proud gesture on your face, as he does after you. “I got my stuff in the car, if you want”.

“Sure, I would like to see what are you capable of”. He says calm, getting up off the ring and offering you his free hand, pushing you up on your way for a new adventure.

With a confidence that you don't know where it come from, he surrounds your shoulder with his arm, walking closer to you, but in complete silence. You can see your brother staring at you with his pursed lips against the beer he's holding. You pass them by, and if looks could kill, Happy would already be dead. Taking the key out of your pocket, you unlock your car to open the trunk.

“I got it”. He says going ahead, taking the heavy case full of different stickers on it.

Walking towards the clubhouse to get in, you stop your barefoot in the middle of it, looking for the best place.

Finally, you point the sofa on a corner, with a plug near of it, where you can put your machine.

“Shirt off”. You say, hearing how he chuckles almost in silence, obeying the order.

Now you're able to see many more tattoos around his back and arms. Good god, he can point a gun at you again, whenever he wants. Swallowing and clearing your throat, you prepare to mount the whole show. Your hands are cleaned with alcohol before covering them with the latex gloves, placing the ink cangs on the table by your side. The buzz of the needle floods the club, noticing that Happy doesn't feel anything when you start with the color over his lower abdomen.

You're focused in tattooing and cleaning the leftlover ink that bothers your view, even when you have a good point of light overhead. His skin is more tense than yours, being older and more tattooed, and that surprises you. The Son is getting you nervous, with his gaze on you, but not on the ink, making you raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“It's the first time a woman tattoos me”. Happy says, after some seconds looking like he's trying to find the correct words.

“'Cause you're a male chauvinist?” The needle stop, staring at him for a moment.

“'Cause I never found a woman who did it”. The smile he gives you makes you tremble slightly.

You continue with your task, stopping some times to check that the ink is uniform in every inch, till it's finished. You take a case cream tube, taking off one of your gloves, pulling it with your teeth, to put some of it on the reddened skin. Happy shakes a little, making you laugh hoping it's not because of the pain he was containing to look ‘more like a man’ and don't get embarrassed.

“Shit! It's cold!” He growls.

“Genius...” You break into loud laughter, while he snorts.

You caress his skin spreading the cream over the retouched tattoo, so slowly that you see how much he's enjoying it with a soft smile on his lips, before covering it, so that the excess ink doesn't stain the shirt when he got dressed again.

“Do you like it?” You ask with curiosity, getting up to admire your art.

“'Course, but it seems like you wanna do anotha’”.

“Seems like”. Cross-armed, you purse your lips.

“A tattoo for a kiss”. Yes, you were expecting it, making you squint at him.

Taking off the other glove and almost laying on the table, you reach your bag next to the case, looking for a cigar to light between your lips. You've seen him smoking before, so you do the same with him. Another way to keep his mouth occupied. Curling your legs on the table and surrounding them with your arms, you tilt your neck gently. He has a lot of happy faces tattooed by the cobra side. At first you think it's some kind of bad joke, until you realize it.

“You were nomad. That explain the shitty face and the holy silence”. You say having a smoke, with your gaze now on his. “A face, a life”.

The Son has an arm behind his head settled on the sofa, and you start to notice that maybe he's not good with words. But you like to read. So you do. Every gesture, for minimal that this could be on his face. His eyes vibrating, trying to keep yours. The way he has to swallow the smoke of the cigar. The skin of his throat going from up to down in a fast move. He's not ill-at-ease, but seems like he would like to hide that part of his life.

They are recent. Your fingers run over them, outlining each stroke. Those tattoos couldn’t have been more than six or eight years. The black ink was first, and looks like he added the yellow one somewhat after that. But when you're about to travel the last one, right before an old demon, he grabs your wrist. His fingers closing tight around it, loosening the grip some seconds after in a ephemeral caress that dries your mouth.

“Whatever I want?” You ask in a whisper referring to the tattoo, watching how he leaves his cigar in the ashtray next to yours.

Happy nods. Taking his right hand to place it on your, the noisy needle is back. In the ring finger, without needing a pre-design, nor anything of the session before that one, you tattoo a semicolon. Maybe bigger than you thought, but at least he's gonna see it all the time. After, you put some cream on and cover it with plastic film, you admire it one last time. So he does.

Time to pay your debt.

He puts a hand around your wrist it to urge you to lie on top of him. His legs between yours and his free hand tangled in your hair. His gaze could say more than thousands words and your eyes lost in it. Your nose brushing in a soft touch, till your lips meet his in a mild kiss with some kind of desperation. And before a last look, he tilt up his head to catch them again. Your chest laying on his, with no distance between both, breathing fast. Your tongues fighting, wetting the other, taking some air by your nose while his arms surround your hips and your hands travel to Happy's neck.

Maybe, the fact that most disturbs you is that he hasn't any intentions of fucking you, at least, not tonight. And you know it by the way he has to turn your body, lying by his side on the sofa. But the kiss doesn't stop, till he decides to attack your neck. You bite your inner lip, pressing a hand on his head to pull him closer, while his teeth drags on your skin before licking and suck it. He's making his own tattoo, even if it's gonna disappear in some days. And you can't help a gasp that escapes from deep in your throat.

Somebody knocks on the door.

“Happy, we should go”. His prospect's voice sounds behind it.

The man snort against your skin, pulling himself away some inches to admire his own piece of art, before bite your lips back.

“Happy?”

“I'm old but not deaf!” He shouts, turning to the door for a second.

“Sounds like Cali is calling”. You chuckles, getting comfy between his arms to enjoy the last seconds together.

“Next time, it will be permanent”. He replies referring to the hickey on your neck.

Leaving you alone in the sofa, he gets up to dress his shirt and take his stuff to keep it in a pocket. Happy leans toward you, placing one hand on the headrest, to kiss you one last time with some dearly that overwhelms you. Then, he leaves the club, with his eyes on the tattooed finger.

It takes you a minute to get up, being somewhat recovered, walking towards the wood railing outside to watch how he's wearing the Sons of Anarchy vest. Your brother comes next to you, adopting the same position but without his gaze on you.

“Did you fuck him?”

“I tattooed him”. You answers with a smooth smile on your lips.

“I don't know which one is worst”. Bishop sighs shaking his head, before turning at you. “He was a nomad”.

“So do I”.

“Es diferente, (Y/N)”. (It's different).

“Yea', él lo hizo por dinero. Yo lo hago por placer”. (Yea', he made it for money. I do for pleasure).

“¿Cómo lo sabes?” (How do you know it?)

“Porque sus tatuajes están rellenos de amarillo”. ('Cause he got the yellow on his smileys).

Bishop bow his head with a heavily snort drowning in his mouth, before licking his inner lip. “I can't lose you”.

“You will not. Maybe he was the reason I was looking for, to settle”.

“A man that pointed you with a loaded gun and called you ‘bitch’”?

“A man you can trust in. Don't you?”

You got it. You've caught him.

Your eyes flies to Happy, turning around to look at you with his shitty face, before getting inside the van that his prospect drives.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman

[whimsicallywayward15]

Obey Me! Secret Santa 2021: Just Us.

A/n: I'm super excited for this one since it is my first SFW Obey Me! fic. It is actually what I wrote for my Secret Santa giftee for this year. Mara is their MC.

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Pairing: Lucifer x MC (Mara, my giftee’s lovely MC)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Content Tags: Domestic Fluff, Romance, Soft Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mentioned Demon Brothers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Obey Me Secret Santa

Summary: Lucifer and Mara being cute in the absence of the former's brothers.

Word Count: 1,542

AO3 Link

Lucifer entered the House of Lamentation only to be met by an uncharacteristic silence and to a delicious smell. It made him raise an eyebrow since pin drop silence, in the House of Lamentation, mostly gave way to chaos of the worst kind. The Avatar sighed out of sheer exhaustion before reverting back to his alert self. Especially considering that Satan and Belphegor were always looking for a chance for him to get careless and end up as a victim of their pranks.

Sighing once more, the archdemon decided to first investigate the delicious smell that was currently wafting through the entire manor. At first, the raven-haired demon thought that it might be Satan trying out a new recipe for dinner. However, almost immediately, he remembered that it wasn’t the blonde’s kitchen duty that day. That only left one other option in his mind. 

Sure enough, the moment he reached the door that led to the kitchen, his ears picked up a very familiar voice humming quietly. Mara’s voice. An uncharacteristic, very unLucifer-like smile etched across the Avatar of Pride’s face. Quietly, he opened the door and slipped inside.

“You’re still awake?” He asked as he stood against the closed door, his strong arms crossed in front of his chest. His lover gasped in shock before turning around to finally see him standing there. “For Devildom’s sake, Lu. Stop scaring me like this every time.” They scolded him, or tried to do so anyway. Lucifer just smirked, standing up straight once more to divest himself of his vest and over coat before walking closer to them. 

Taking their hand in his, he placed his lips on their knuckles. “I apologise, my love. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said against their hand, peering up at them from beneath his lashes. When he noticed the surprise on his beloved’s face, his usual self-satisfied smirk returned. “Didn’t expect an apology out of me, did you?” He asked slyly. 

Mara shook their head, still quite bewildered. Lucifer was the Avatar of Pride after all. Everyone knew just how prideful the demon was. To get an apology from him… they were pretty sure that if his brothers were to know, they’d probably lose it due to shock. Shaking their head, they decided to focus their attention on the Avatar instead. “Can you really blame me though?” They asked, walking into the demon’s personal space and wrapping their arms around his chiselled torso, resting their head on his chest.

“I suppose not. I’m aware of the fact that my pride tends to get in the way of seeking apologies. However, I am willing to put in an effort to change with you by my side, Mara.” Lucifer confessed with a genuine smile. “You make me want to be a better version of myself.” He added, his hand finding theirs again to interlock their fingers.

Mara couldn’t help the smile that graced their face at his words. Seeing him be so vulnerable in front of them filled their heart with even more love for the ravenhead as they went to their tip toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Welcome home, Lu.” They said softly, nudging his nose with their own, only to elicit a deep chuckle from their partner.

“You are in quite the playful mood this evening, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically before his garnets wandered to what they had been doing prior to his entry in the kitchen. “However, why are you cooking this late?” Now this was a genuine question from him as he raised a curious brow at his lover. Mara only chuckled, turning back to the roc they had set aside to marinade. “Well, you had already informed me that you would be late. And the others had their own plans for the night. So, I decided that I wanted to cook for you. Since it’s just us tonight.”

“And pray, tell me what’s on the menu, Chef Mara?” The Avatar asked in amusement, leaning against the counter beside them. “Grilled roc with lemon butter sauce. It’s a recipe that Satan gave me a month or so back. I have been occasionally practicing it in my free time and Beel has been my taste tester for every try.” They informed him, going about every step meticulously. Lucifer smiled approvingly at their neat habits as he watched on with mild interest. Occasionally, his gradients would linger on their side profile, their casual beauty in the moment leaving him spellbound. 

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Mara remarked slyly without even looking at the First-born. Lucifer couldn’t help the chuckle that left him; they were absolutely perfect for him. “Now, if you are quite done with staring at me, can you pass me the grill pan, please? And a saucepan as well.” Shaking his head, the ravenhead pushed himself away from the counter and got them what they asked for. “Thank you, Lu.” They replied, giving him a quick kiss on the nose as they set up everything before starting to grill the marinaded roc. 

“So, how was your day, Lu?” Mara asked as they took the sauce pan and started on the sauce while the meat was grilling. “Well, busy as ever. Lord Diavolo needed my inputs on some stuff and I had a mountain of paperwork to go through myself.” He replied, causing Mara to frown. Lucifer looked exhausted and they knew that if he still had something left to go through, he wouldn’t be sleeping. Again. And they didn’t want that. “Stop frowning, love. I finished everything before coming home.” He reassured them. “And that said, I demand that we cuddle.” He added seriously, his cheeks gaining just a little colour, causing Mara to giggle. They loved this other side of him that only they got to witness. “You are SO lucky that your brothers aren’t home to hear you say that, you know?” They teased him as he rolled his eyes. But other than that, the demon decided not to answer in order to save himself from more teasing. Damn, Mara made him soft.

Before long, his lover finished up, setting their dinner onto two separate dishes and carrying it to the dining room, Lucifer right behind them. Despite all their protests, he helped Mara into a seat and kissed them deeply before taking his own seat. “Thank you for doing this, love. Hell knows when was the last time the two of us had such a calm night. The entire house to ourselves with no one to disturb my time with you.” He said before taking a fork and knife and cutting into the juicy meat. He cut up a bite and picked it up with his fork before lifting it to his lovely partner’s lips. At the same time, their fork lifted to his lips, causing them both to burst out laughing. But then, eyes locking onto the other’s, they fed the piece of meat to each other, an entirely different conversation being held through their locked gazes.

 Mentally, Lucifer thanked the appropriate being for dropping Mara into his mundane life. They were… everything, as he always said whenever he was asked about them. To think that he would say this about someone, everyone knew how big it was.

Shaking himself internally, Lucifer refocused his entire attention on his lovely companion, eating as he asked them about their day. “Eh, it was the same. Levi and Mammon were fighting over something yet again. They tried to involve me too but I was just so done. Luckily, Asmo came in at the right time and took me back to his room. We had a lovely time doing each other’s nails while he told me about the new gossip that’s been going around.” They told him, taking a break to eat. Once Mara had swallowed, they continued. “As for Beel and Belphie, I haven’t seen them since after breakfast. And Satan’s still out on that errand of his.” 

The Archdemon shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder why I expect proper behaviour from Mammon and Leviathan.” He let out with a sigh. “However, I’m glad that Asmodeus' timely intervention helped you. We all know what would happen had you gotten involved as well.” He continued, a smirk gracing his literally, devilishly handsome face. 

“HEY! It’s not my fault!” Mara retorted, pouting childishly. 

The ravenhead laughed, making the human smile inwardly as they saw him loosen up slowly. “Sure it isn’t.” He teased back before waving his hand over their empty dishes, causing them to vanish. “I’m not letting you do the dishes right now. It’s late and I’m owed some well-deserved cuddles as I stated earlier.” He explained upon realising that Mara was looking at him questioningly.

“But- EEP!” They started, only to yelp when he lifted and placed them over his shoulder. “PUT ME DOWN, LU!” They yelled. “Nope, can’t do it. We are going straight to bed. I’ll get either Mammon or Leviathan to do it tomorrow morning as a punishment for whoever was in the wrong in that argument you told me about.”

And with that, Lucifer carried the human to his room, looking forward to a good night’s sleep in who knows how long.

[littlestardescendants]

Ah we got another one: Mara can read between the lines and tell the exact dynamic between her and Minhyeok.

Also that ain't a threat. It's a promise. Mirjami better get moving on breaking Minhyeok from the Friendzone.

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #whb mc #obey me #obey me mc #obey me angel descendant #om mc #whb mc fanart #om mc fanart #Mara's serious if Mirjami doesn't get the ball rolling she's taking the lead #Poor Mirjami i feel like she knows Minhyeok's feelings but thought she could still keep the friend thing going #Not with Mara. #LittleStarcomics #mirjami comics

[marathedemonoverlord]

Dear Solomon,

BOY if you don't get outta my kitchen when I get back you're getting the belt! ♡

~ MC ~

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer screenshot #obey me nightbringer screencap #obey me nightbringer chat #obey me nightbringer Solomon #MC really be like 'You gon' get yo ass beat like that' #I'm getting flashbacks of getting threatened with a chancla a belt and a switch for fucking around in the kitchen as a kid #Sorry tho its for the good of tastebuds Solomon needs to GIT #No but like my MC Mara really would be all paranoid and making sure his ass stays in his room #Unsure if MC means 'the belt' in the fun way or not...

[starishsky]

"mara, lucifer tried to kill you like three times”

#obey me #obey me! #belphegor #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #mara #starishsky draws #mara is a lucifer apologist

[astaroth1357]

My turn to ask some questions if that’s okay! Hope I’m not a bother to you either 😅 4, 18, 48? 💜

Absolutely not!!! Tbh every time I see you pop up I literally go "Hi Mara!!" like a dork 😂😅

4. Do you write original stories as well?

Unfortunately no, my writing pretty much extends to fanfic and that’s it, though I have done more fandoms than Obey Me before. Writing has never been more than a passing hobby of mine so I’ve never felt the itch to try and make something from scratch (hella respect to anyone who does though cause the imagination required is insane!! Mad props)

18. What is your favorite writing prompt?

I’m not sure if it counts as a prompt, but my sister telling me to write something around “It’s Raining Men” by The Weather Girls was really fun.

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

“Satan’s now a fugitive in the MC’s hometown and on the FBI’s Most Wanted List so safe to say that they won’t really be visiting anymore.”

For no other reason than it sounds batshit out of context. 😂

[koenna99]

Got up to lesson 10 in Obey Me.

I love to imagine though at this point my MC is very salty and Lucifer and Satan (Mostly for attempted murder and Not taking no for an answer/ Can’t trust they're shady ass)

So I just imagine Mara turning to Levi like;

Mara: If I knew this was gonna be a dating sim I would have asked you to name me Monika.

*Distorted Doki doki music growing louder*

#obey me #MK's journey in hell while TWST is in down time