Lizzie :P

Hi! I’m Lizzie!

I’m the person who runs this blog. I’m not really used to using tumblr yet since I’m still new to the app. I plan on using this blog to write about obey me, though I’ll probably end up using it for other things too. I will write NSFW along with other dark content (not entirely sure if that’s the right word) here’s a list of things that I will write

Large age gap relationships

Incest / demoncest

Yandere / gore in general

I think this qualifies as proship idk

Actually normal things

Other things I’ll probably add later

With things like asks and such I’m pretty much open to just about anything.

Also-

Credit to cafekitsune for the divider!!! I’m not sure if that’s the right way to credit someone so please correct me if I did anything wrong so I can fix it!!!

Except… he can’t really punish you the same. If he hangs you from the ceiling upside down you’ll pass out (and probably die) from being upside down that long, he can’t force you to take care of Cerberus since he’s much stronger than even demons, and he really can’t do any sort of physical punishment as he’s not used to having to adjust for human mortality.

Sometimes he has to do a little more thinking into your punishments.

“Go to your room”

“What?” Honestly you weren’t expecting that, to be honest he sounds like a mother. Often you get away with things because he can’t figure out how to punish you and definitely not because he likes you or anything. Usually you’re the one being sent to do everything for this reason, but apparently he’s figured it out.

“You heard me, go to your room” you watch as he rubs his temples, still a little confused. You stare at him for a few extra moments, eventually moving your feet to walk to your room.

You’re not sure why but you listen, heading off to your room and staying inside until he comes and lets you out around dinner time. After everything is normal again, he didn’t even make you stay locked away for more than a few hours.

The other brothers hate it of course, they still get their regular punishments while you get “pampered” by Lucifer. But it’s not like they can do much, after all he does have a point when he tells them you can’t be punished the same.

Lucifer is a very busy man, dealing with his brothers, Diavolo, paperwork, you name it and he probably has some sort of responsibility to go along with it. There’s a few downsides too, but mainly that you don’t get enough attention…

Perfect for you, Lucifer can multitask!

You assume when he tells you he can pay attention to you and work at the same time he means just having your presence there to help clam him. But of course, he exceeds your expectations again.

He sits you on his lap, your pants slowly being pulled down. You of course ask him what he’s doing, and he simply tells you he’s giving you his attention.

You don’t question it when he takes off one of his gloves, the one on his non dominant hand, and slowly pushes two fingers inside of you.

You gasp at first, not having expected that, but eventually relax and melt into him. He knows exactly what he’s doing as you sink into his lap.

His pace is slow, a little messy too because of him using his non dominant hand. Despite this, he’s still making you tremble by hitting those spots deep inside that make you squirm.

He’s doing this all while signing important documents, reviewing them before putting his perfect signature on the line.

But it’s been the same with mammon too… he’s had the same exams, and responsibilities, and work… it’s a lot, even for a demon.

Obviously both of you need comfort, but both of you are also too stubborn to actually ask for it.

Until eventually he invites you over for your weekly movie night.

It’s normal, you guys watch a few movies and eat junk until one (or both) of you fall asleep sprawled out on his couch. You arrive at his room expecting just that, he was too… but of course things don’t play out that way.

You both had full intentions to have the same movie night like always… until you both end up in his bed together.

You were gonna go to his couch, or that’s what you tell yourself anyway. But when his presence is so comforting, and when sitting on his bed moves to lying on his bed… maybe movies can wait.

As you both lie there, comforted by each other’s presence you both fall asleep quickly. You stay wrapped up in each other, stress melting off both of your bodies.

Life sucks, that’s an obvious fact of life as we all know it.

Friends leave or become jerks over time, you can’t stop feeling ugly, every time you try to look nice it comes out wrong, your grades suck, people you cared deeply for left your life in an instant… so yeah, life sucks.

You sit in your room, quiet cries coming from you as you try to remain quiet. Everything just feels so wrong and you just feel so gross, it’s hard not to cry anymore.

Eventually a gentle knock on your door breaks you out of your trance.

“MC… Are you still awake?” It’s Levi, polite as always as he waits for a response to come from you.

“Yeah” your voice is shakier than intended, wiping your eyes to try and hide any remaining evidence from your tears.

He walks in, almost beginning to yap like he does before he catches himself. He sees your tear stained face, and although he isn’t the best with human emotions, he’s definitely seen something like this in an anime before.

“…What’s wrong… are you okay?” Is that the right thing to say? He’s not sure, but you matter to him and that takes priority over any of his insecurities.

He sits down on your bed with caution, almost as if he could break you with any little touch. He sits for a moment, just trying to give you space to open up.

Eventually you do, explaining how you just feel like an ugly loser overall, and how some of your friends have been really shitty people recently.

For once, he understands. He’s felt this way before, often actually… but you were always there to comfort him, to cheer him up in any way possible. He’s not good with this, he’s awkward and doesn’t understand how someone like you could possibly feel like him.

But, he tries. He opens his arms for you as you cry, a strange feeling for him. He listens to your woes, taking it in and trying his best to understand your feelings.

He can’t fix everything, although he wishes he could, and he tells you such. You know this, but him being there for you is more than enough for you right now.

He reassures you the best he can, even taking things his brothers have said to him to try and help you as best as he can.

It’s a little awkward and janky, but he’s authentically him, and that makes it just a little better on you.

Eventually you fall asleep. You lie right there in his arms, unmoving as he lays down in your bed with you still on top of him.

Maybe just this once…. Maybe he isn’t a loser otaku and you are the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world to him… sure, both of those things are true anyway, but in this moment you understand. Any arbitrary thoughts are tossed away, and it’s just you two in the night.

The party at the demon lords castle ran much, much longer than intended. You just wanna get to the HoL, flop into bed, and go right to sleep.

But of course, the brothers are still up and having fun even after the party ends… much to your dismay. You watch as they talk and giggle, the rest of the guests having gone home long ago…

Somehow nobody noticed, or so you thought…

A pair of eyes tucked away in the corner as usual are locked onto you, sensing your discomfort. He leaves for just a moment, and nobody notices or asks him what he’s doing.

Soon enough he’s behind you, a comforting presence despite the usual discomfort demons tend to give off.

“Barbatos…?” You mumble, your voice sleepy and quiet. You turn to see him behind you, his normal neutral butler expression shifting to something strangely comforting.

“Allow me to take you to a room hmm? Humans need ample sleep to be healthy…” you nod, a tired simile on your face.

It’s not the first time something like this has happened, after all demons don’t need as much sleep as humans. Besides, there’s always ample space to accommodate you in the castle… and quite comfortably too. But this time… the room looks far different from the normal royally decorated guest rooms.

There’s doors covering every wall, a strange staircase too. You take a moment to look around, gawk at the strange place that seems like it shouldn’t really exist.

“It’s my room, hope you don’t mind. After all it is the best option for me to keep an eye on you” Barbatos speaks up behind you, and you simply nod in response. It’s almost certain him leading you to his room means something… something you don’t care to figure out right now.

You simply nod, completely exhausted and not bothered enough to care. He provides pajamas, you notice they aren’t anything like the usual ones stocked for guests… too teal to match the general aesthetic of the castle. You don’t say anything, it’s not really needed anyway.

Eventually he helps you settle into bed, a bed you didn’t even notice was in the room. You fall asleep quickly, the bed comforting and soft, and the room a nice temperature and a lingering scent that seems so calming.

Oh my goddddddddd *moan* this is sooo good…

Cw: underage, incest

Also, side-note, I’m posting my weird incest and whatnot not on schedule, I’ll post it when I want but have a regular schedule for any non-proship esque posts!

I could definitely imagine this starting out as something innocent… something like you sitting on his lap as you guys watch a movie, or while he explains something to you.

You move your hips a little, innocent… or more like innocent for a few moments.

“Big brother…” you pout slightly, whining as your hips move a little more. “What’s underneath me?”

Mammon tenses up almost immediately, he hadn’t even realized he was hard… but then again you tend to have that effect on him. “N-nothing kiddo… don’t worry about it” he rests his hands on your hips to try and get you to stop moving, his hands shaking ever so slightly.

You don’t stop though, you’re quite curious.

Your hips keep wiggling till a specific spot catches on his bulge and you gasp. You keep moving like that, not really knowing what you’re doing. Sure, you know about sex and all that… but you’ve never done anything other than masturbate, and this is very very different.

“Big brother… do I have to stop?” You mumble as you keep trying to feel that sensation. Mammon groans underneath you, nodding slightly “yeah… just uh… keep movin’ like that for big brother..”

You nod, gasping at a particularly strong feeling in your lower regions. You slowly realize what’s happening and you pause.

“W-wait… big brother I- I don’t know if I should be doing this… it’s making me uhm feel a certain way” your hips slow, but his hands guide you to grind down again.

“Don’t worry about it treasure… it feels good for both of us, wouldn’t you like it to be with someone you feel safe with?” You nod, resuming your grinding on him.

The grinding speeds up eventually, getting more frantic on your part as you chase the high quickly building inside of you. His hips buck up to meet yours, anything else in the room long forgotten as the friction between you two grows stronger.

You cum first, forgetting you even have pants on as you catch your breath against him.

He follows quickly, a few more motions against you before cum is painting the inside of his pants and boxers.

I could imagine a teen MC not knowing how to grind against a blanket or pillow and Asmo absolutely JUMPING at the opportunity to teach them all they need to know.

I’d imo it’d happen at a sleepover, possibly with Solomon there too. The conversation eventually steers towards masturbation (guided by Asmo of course) and you admit that yeah, obviously you’ve done that before…

He continues to press you further, Solomon working to keep you calm so you keep answering all their questions. Eventually he finds out you’ve never experienced the wonders of grinding, only using basic masturbation tactics.

Of course he has to teach you now!

He slowly guides your hips to hover over one of the many pillows in his room, easing you down onto it and moving your hips.

Your pants are still on, and Solomon is encouraging you as Asmo works his magic. Eventually it stops feeling so awkward and kind of… good?

Eventually your pants come off without you even noticing, now moving your hips more on your own. Asmo’s hands stay as security, no longer guiding.

It’s soft and slow, with Asmos touch and Solomon’s encouragement helping you to feel a lot less awkward about doing something like that in front of someone.

You end up cumming on the pillow, apologizing to Asmo as he waves you off and tells you it’s fine and that it can be washed. (He’ll wash it after he jerks off to it a few times…)

Like imagine your just walking along till you overhear a conversation about how Diavolo is running the Devildom, that’s not something your used to hearing yet.

You’re still a teenager, those things simply go right over your head… isn’t that the guy you hang out with on weekends? He like actually has a job to do?

Honestly since you’ve always just called him Diavolo you sometimes forget that’s considered improper by most. Demons on the street gasp as you casually mention him in conversation, but you don’t understand why… it was just a simple tea party you mentioned?

You’ve tried on royal clothes, held artifacts that were made before your bloodline, sat in the throne of the king of demons (it’s much larger than you’d think), and all of it is entirely normal to you.

The thought of the demon brothers using their strength to overpower you it’s so AUGH 😫

I could imagine some simple ways they use their strength against you literally just in daily life. Like Lucifer picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder anytime you try to prank him, or Beel picking you up with one hand so you can reach something too high up.

Of course they know you like it… it’s totally not like it’s entirely obvious… right? It’s absolutely 100% obvious… Occasionally they’ll show off on purpose, you know it’s on purpose but who would wanna stop them? Satan subtly flexing as he reaches for a book, Asmo causally lifting his entire vanity when you drop something underneath it, Levi holding you up at a Miku concert like it’s absolutely nothing, all examples of them showing off without thinking you know.

But… there’s other situations they can show off their strength. Mammon holds you up as he pounds into you, because obviously you can’t leave marks on the hood of his car. Belphie casually throwing you across the room so you can fuck on the comfortable blankets he set up, Satan literally breaking a door down to fuck his anger away (yeah, he had to fix that later).

It’s nothing bad of course, he still smells like the sickeningly sweet florals he wears just… different?

Sometimes you swear when you’re around him the scent makes your head fuzzy, you feel all… compliant and warm. It’s nothing though, he’s just your friend, obviously it’s just that you enjoy being around him so of course you feel different around him!… right?

The faint smell of whatever it is seems to be left on Solomon, you recognize it right away but yet you still can’t say exactly what it is.

Solomon says something about staying with him and Asmo forever, something that you wave off with a laugh.

You feel as if you’re going crazy, it’s just a perfume… why is it bothering you so much?

Eventually you snoop around Asmo’s room, smelling all the different perfumes, lotions, oils, and all the other scented things he has to try and find it.

And yet, nothings the same.

As you sit back on his bed in defeat he comes back. You can feel him fussing over you like normal, but for some reason your mind is just… so much more fuzzy than normal.

You try to speak, explain why you’re in here, ask him about the perfume.. maybe some Devildom ingredients are harmful to humans? But it’s useless, you quickly succumb to the intoxicating scent, falling limp in Asmo’s arms.

But that was his plan all along, and little do you know you’ll wake up to an entirely new life.

A life where you stay locked in one room, your whole life only being Asmo and occasionally Solomon.

I could imagine a teen MC being soooo curious about mammons gold teeth, starting from the second they noticed them.

I mean sure you can’t really ask or say anything when you first came there, but the second you get more comfortable with him the questions come flooding in.

When did you get them? Are they real gold? Is it your whole tooth or just like a coating?

Sure he gets a little sick of the questions, but it gives him an excuse to brag. But still nonetheless the constant questions get to be quite annoying…

So of course he eventually asks. “Do you wanna feel them?” And of course you do! Who wouldn’t? You’re just so curious of course you wanna touch, and he knows it.

You’re expecting him to open his mouth, maybe just smile to let you touch. But no, mammon is still mammon.

He quickly pulls you into a kiss, heated and messy as his mouth moves against yours. You quickly realize what he’s doing, letting your tongue slip into his mouth and find its way to his teeth.

They’re warm, a little warmer than the rest of his teeth and quite smooth. It’s honestly a fun sensation against your tongue, eventually pulling away once you’ve had your fill.

Sure you still think it’s innocent, you only wanted to feel his gold teeth! Sure, maybe you’re a little naive… but still.

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