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Meridia-Diavolo’s Concubine
My Obey Me! fics. A blog for my NSFW head canons and imagines. For fans ages 18+. There will be smut.
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I’ll let you in on a secret I learned. Satan sniffs his penis for a good minute, and then he looks up with his mouth open. It’s like when cats sniff something and keep their mouths open for a few seconds after.
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The Birth of Little D Number Two
Warning: Lots of feces. NSFW
Mammon may have sucked down too many spicy curry noodle bowls with extra curry, because his ass was feeling the burn as he squatted in agony over the hole in the ground. It may seem unusual to some, but demons in the Devildom crapped in perfectly crafted hollow pits located in their bathrooms. The greedy boy was lighting their toilet the fuck up with his monster shit. Would it be usable afterwards? He didn’t really care. His bowels were cramping up and causing unbearable pain.
Mooman growled as his turd moved another inch, but it stopped in its tracks. This was taking too much time, and time is money. He had a lot of money to make with a modelling gig scheduled in an hour, and he still needed to take a bath! Wiggling his cheeks a bit, he thought he could shimmy the turd down the pipe.
“Gah!” he grunted as he pinched off a bit.
“Dammit! That’s just the tip of the iceberg! What am I supposed to do if this takes another hour?” Mammon whined.
Panting heavily, he wipes sweat off his forehead.
Is this how mothers felt when they gave birth? This certainly felt like a child, except it was coming from his ass as he squatted wide-legged over a hole in his bathroom. He cringed as his junk swung pendulously down into the shit pit. Testicles brushed the rim of the poop hole, and he cringed when fecal moisture clung to his scroto. Grimacing, he adjusted his dick and balls in a poor attempt to prevent them from brushing against his brothers’ feces on the edge of the pit. He’d have to yell at them about aiming better.
What time was it? Reaching for his D.D.D, he swipes his thumb to unlock the screen with his slippery, sweaty hands. Alas, his digits proved to be too slippery as they fumbled with the phone, unable to get a solid grip on it. Like a wet bar of soap, the rectangle slips from one of his hands to the other until it clink clanks down the hole. Mammon’s mouth hangs open in a silent scream as his precious phone splooshes into the subterranean cesspool beneath him.
But this horror was short lived, for another soon replaced it. Our boy’s white-haired ass was seized by wretched cramps coming from his rectum. At this point, the demon was convinced his shit was alive, for he felt it kick inside of him. Maybe it wasn’t a kick so much as it was a more painful than normal spasm that meant this would all be over soon. Yeah, that’s gotta be what it is.
He sighed as the rest of the load moved down the pipe smoothly. Again, his moment was cut short by more cramps. What did pregnant women call it? Contraptions? No. Contractions? Eh, he’d ask Satan later.
Iron-fisted contractions gripped his insides.
A cramp here.
A somersault there.
Mammoth didn’t remember when he landed on his face, but there he was, ass up and paralyzed by the death grips of his own shit.
‘This is it,’ he thinks. ‘This is where I die.’
Hot ass-up-in-the-air fuck boi Mammoon reflected on his greedy ways. What could he have done better in his life? He could’ve cared more about Diavolo’s charity balls, joined protests. Cared more about the pandemic.
‘Now look at me,’ he reflects. ‘Ass up, butt-ass-naked Mammoon about to be murdered by his own shit. Kind of like that Elvis guy.’
His knees ground into the tile painfully creaking until they shattered. In one giant release of noxious gas and poop bricks, an arm shot up from his infernal puckered pooper. Stretching his hole beyond capacity, it does what Lucifoot could never do: literally rips Mammon a new asshole. God, it felt like he was being reversed corn-holed.
The arm gripped around in the air blindly until it touched a hairy white butt cheek. Supporting itself, another arm broke free repeating the same motion as the first.
Mammoth cried tears of solid gold pellets. As the head crowned through, his brothers splintered down the bathroom door with a sledgehammer. When had they arrived? He was so delirious, there was no way of knowing when anything happened. Levi, who was leading the impatient mob of brothers who all needed to use the bathroom, screamed in that hilarious anime voice of his. What they saw was a divine being born from the filthy, no good ass of their lowlife brother.
“H-how could this be?!” Levi screamed. “Why Mammoon and not me? It’s because I’m a no-good otaku!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Beel screams, bits of food flying from his mouth all over Stan’s face.
They all stare as the creature is floats high above them. Its little black and gold body levitated with its arms held wide in a magnanimous gesture. Come, its voice echoed in their minds. Come embrace me, for I am Little D Number Two.
The warm words felt like a spicy rum flowing through Mammon’s limbs. A nice, spiced rum that just lulls one to sleep.
From that day forth, Little D Number Two lived in Lord Diavolo’s castle and wished that one day his father would acknowledge him.
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The Orgy of the Simps
NSFW Trigger warning: gore, violence
At the House of Lamentation, a horny group of simps are experiencing their wildest erotic fantasies with the seven demon brothers. The pungent stench of B.O., cum, and saliva penetrates the air of the poorly ventilated common room, and it's not about to go anywhere. No amount of burnt incense can mask the smell of hot ass hanging in the air. The demons had long since abandoned their mortal disguises for their true horned, winged, and tailed forms. All the various MC's are so helpless hanging onto horns or being held down by strong tails. What could possibly go wrong in this tale of lust? Let's take a look at Lucifer and his little MC fuck toy sitting at a corner desk. The man is seated in Lucifer's lap naked and grinding against the eldest demon's cock.
The MC whines as he struggles to keep Lucifer's flaccid dick in his ass. "It's OK, Luci," he moans. "If we work a little harder and just believe--"
The Avatar of Pride yelled in frustration. "This was a terrible idea! You can't sit on my dick while I do paperwork! It's cutting off the blood flow to my nether regions!"
The simp whined again, "But we can do this if we try! Please!"
Lucifer starts to push the man off his lap, "My legs feel like they're gonna fall off!"
He wasn't exaggerating. All one had to do was look at his legs to see that they were turning blue to black rapidly. At this rate, Lucifer would lose his lower half and die.
"Get off!" He yelled.
The mc clung to his fantasy lover. "No, please! There's a pandemic in the human world!"
"I don't care!"
Indeed he didn't care why should demons care about human problems? What can they do if people won't wear masks to stop the spread?
At any rate, Lucifer would never be able to careful if he wanted to, because his body was dying. It was too late. With the putrid sound of necrotic flesh sloughing off bones, the poor MC drops to the floor with the demon's dead legs between his. He's ass deep in what used to be healthy Lucifer legs, but the lack of blood truly destroyed those perfect limbs and member. A mass of rotten tissue is all that's left. The simp screams so piercingly that it can curdle a glass of jizz. In fact, all the jizz in the room turned to cottage cheese.
Lucifer's once handsome face is a wasted waxy mask of shock, his eyes sunken in and mouth stuck hanging open.
It seems like that unrealistic fantasy ended poorly. I mean, it could've been worse. Things can always end worse than they do.
So now let's have a look at how Satan and his little human simp are doing at the window bench. Ah, yes. Who doesn't want to be pressed up against the bay window naked like an exhibitionist?
Satan struggles to push his cock into the woman's pussy from behind, but the angle just isn't realistic. She asked to be pressed front first against the bay window as the incredible Hulk, aka Satan, railed her. It turns out that he can't even get his rock-hard green member up her stupid cunt.
"Please don't push me too hard against the glass," MC said as an uneasy creaking comes from the window.
Satan growls, frustrated that he can't get his cock in her. "Nonsense. If I just press a little harder at this angle…" he trails off as he readjusts. Darn it. The window cracks, and before anyone can react, he and MC are falling down into the courtyard as shards of glass impale them. Globs of blood and freshly sliced pink strips of viscera fly inside the common room.
Let's move on. No one needed to see that. Taking a look at Beel and his Mc, they're having a food orgy. Poor Beel keeps sticking his cock into a pile of raw burger meat.
"This is all wrong!" The mc cried. "When I said to include food I meant something like whipped cream or chocolate! Not raw meat!"
It seems Beel, being how he is, misunderstood what his human wanted. So he just figured he would take his favorite food, burger meat, and fuck it.
"What did you expect from me? Anyway, this is also nice. Here, open up wide," the demon boy offers his meat slathered meat stick to the simp's mouth.
They put their hands up to block the hot beef injection. "Ugh, no!" They ran out of the room, slipping on Lucifer's dead legs and dislocating their hip.
Having seen enough violence for one day, the rest of the simps ran out crying. But they all fell in some gore and couldn't get back up. The room filled with agonized moans and the squishing of people struggling to get out of puddles of blood and chunks of flesh.
No one mourned the death of Lucifer, Satan, or the dead MC, because everyone in the Devildom is batshit crazy. The boys didn't clean up the gorey mess, because they're all dysfunctional and can never agree on how to do anything. One thing they did agree to do is lock the door to the common room and never use it again.
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Dizzump in the Devildom
WARNING: FECES/DEFECATION, NSFW (NO SEX, BUT UTTERLY DISGUSTING), MERIDIA HAS AN ACCIDENT
Let this be the first entry in the Devildom Diary.
My first day in the Devildom was a total ASS DISASTER. Literally. Imagine finding yourself in an unfamiliar world that lacked amenities as basic as toilets. I was horrified and embarrassed when it came time to take my first dizzump in the Devildom. On that first evening I grabbed my demon boyfriend, Mammon, and pinned him against a dark corner to ask him where the toilet was.
“A toy what?” Mammon asked as he characteristically threw up his hands in confusion.
I dumbfoundedly watched him shake his head at me as waves of impeccable white hair grazed his forehead. Why humiliate myself by explaining the concept of human defecation to this shiny, smooth entity? I waved off my question as an exhaustion-induced brain fart and decided that it was best for me to search for a place to poop that night.
Why doesn't Hell have toilets? I searched the Internet for “demon boy anatomy,” and what I discovered didn’t comfort me. According to AkuWikia, demons lack functional buttholes. Their pink starfishes are only for anal sex and were never an original part of their evolution. The wiki article said the first king of the Devildom spent centuries watching humans procreate and fuck. He saw anal sex as unique and wanted demons to be able to do it. From that day onward, the demon king cast a spell on all his subjects that drilled perfect puckered holes in their anuses. The article made no mention of human defecation.
So there I was, my struggles to contain the doo doo within my donut hole failing me. Touching cloth is what humans call it when you’re desperately trying to keep the turtle’s head in its shell. Prairie dogging. You get it. I bemoaned my choice to wear tight-ass pants. I clenched my cheeks, my hands pushing them together to stall Mr. Hanky for as long as I could. I waddled sideways in the hallway like I had something up my ass. After all, I did.. it was threatening to break free. Why did I have to eat that burrito baby last night? Shit!
Stiffly shuffling against the wall, I opened the bathroom door. No toilets, but a pretty big bathtub. big enough to squat and drop deuce in the drain.
No! Shaking that thought from my mind, I continued searching every closet and room I had access to. Buckets? No. Where would I dump it? Asmo’s underwear drawer? Maybe. Ugh. Behind the bookshelves in the living room? Possibly. Let’s keep that as the number two choice.
I paused mid step in the hallway as my rectum clenched up in painful spasms. You know when the the shit starts coming down the pipe a bit more and holding it in causes painful cramps? That’s a sign you needed to find a toilet yesterday.
Time was running out as I was growing a monkey tail in my underwear. I needed to paint the Oval Office soon. Do I go in the bathtub and try to wash it down the drain? It seemed like the most private option. At this point, I could go outside for all the little D’s to see. What if Caveman Solo spied me dropping anchor in the grass like a dog? He’d probably like that.
I shivered at the thought of that shady fuckboi watching me shooting torpedoes on the side of the House of Lamentation. Why? Why didn’t they prepare this one little detail? Would it hurt these perfect, poopless men to install toilets for the one disgusting poop human?
My ass cheeks squeezed to the maximum when the final cramp hit me with a rumbling so loud it could’ve been Beelzebeef’s stomach. My cheeks gave out, and I went right in the seat of my pants. Staying in the bathroom, I locked the golden doorknob behind me. I dropped my pants, sticky brown separating from the cotton of my dollar store underwear. I glared at the brown curl in the seat of my panties with disgust. "I hate you," I whispered with all my vitriol.
I threw my clothing into a sagging, sad pile in the corner. I stood buck naked with my legs obscenely wide over the drain, squatting as much as my shortened Achilles’ tendons allowed. I inhaled and exhaled slowly to relax my sphincter. Warm ropes slid through my rectum like a monorail. I waited until I heard the soft plop in the drain. Sighing, I was about to stand up when another bout of the shits hit me, and this time it wasn’t as neat as the turd I just birthed. Before I could gather myself and clean my mess, a second violent episode of the shits gripped me. At this point, I was already half standing and no longer perfectly aiming over the drain. A typhoon of liquid ass viciously blasted the white tiles.
I panicked, and the more anxious I got, the worse the diarrhea became. I decided to accept the situation and let it all out.
“It will all be over with soon,” I said out loud. “And then I can clean it.”
With that being said, I pushed like a mother in labor. Pressure built inside my belly and travelled down to my colon until it exited my body in mere seconds. I became lost in the moment. I don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like the best time of life. Being so far gone in my poophoria, a moan escaped my mouth. Oh, the relief I felt in my guts! For hours I had held it inside me until the feces seemed to be sentient. It came out on its own.
My sweet moment was disrupted by a knocking at the door.
“Oi! Meridia!” Knock! Knock! “What’s going on in there? The smell is awful, and I gotta take a piss!”
Oh, fuck! Mammon’s timing couldn’t have been worse! Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I had to squeeze my cheeks together to restrain in the rest of the shitstorm while I looked around for paper towels. What was I supposed to say?
“Uh ... J-just a minute! Just taking an extra long bath!” My voice faltered.
“I gotta pee, so I’m comin’ in,” he answered. “It shouldn’t interrupt your bath!”
Goddammit!
Before I could stop him, Mammon turned the doorknob. The gold knob turned slowly, the door opened the slowest I’ve ever seen a door open. It creaked and squeaked ever so loudly, and I feared it would attract more attention. My stomach dropped again resulting in a tiny spurt of brown goo. White hair and brown skin poked through the door. First his head came through the crack like a little prairie dog. Then the crack opened wider as a RAD uniform appeared. The hands that were on the demon’s hips flew up to his nose as he gagged.
“Ack! What is that sme—” My boyfriend stopped talking as he stared at the Pollock-esque brown masterpiece I made all over the tiles.
“Meridia! What’s that comin’ outta your ass?!” He screamed.
My legs quaked with each spasm of shit I held back. It was useless. My cheeks jiggled with one final effort as a downpour of liquid brown splattered the tiles below me. Mammon was panicking, and I needed to explain this before he called his brothers for an emergency.
“Please calm down!” I begged. “I’m pooping!” My arms waved around agitatedly as I attempted to explain defecation to his confused face. “It’s a human thing. Please, just help me clean this fucking mess!”
Mammon seemed even more confused and distressed. His arms flailed all over the place in confusion.
“What does this even mean?” His voice cracked out. “Does your shit need to ... go back inside ya ass?!”
What? Oh, god no. I hope he doesn’t try that!
“No! Just, please don’t call attention to this!” I hissed. “I need you to bring me towels so I can clean this mess up.”
I hoped I could get through to him, because he gazed with a half-mile stare at my brown splattered masterpiece on the walls.
“Mammon!” I snapped him out of his shock. “Get. Me. Towels!”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, thing.”
Poor little guy. He sounded ill. It wasn’t long before the white-haired tsundere came back with a bunch of white towels. I palmed my face.
“White towels? Human excrement will stain those so much!” I said.
He shrugged. “I guess we’re gonna have brown towels at the end of the night.”
Taking one from the stack to wrap around my body, I was able to set about frantically mopping my midnight regret off the walls and floor. Maybe the most difficult part was scooping my mess out of the bathtub drain. I turned to Mammon and was immediately floored by the sight of the demon with his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and shirt unbuttoned. Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I think I was freakishly turned on by the smell of shit. His body odor combined with the scent of fecal lasagna twisted something primal inside of my core. I looked down at my hand, remember that I was squeezing an ice cream scoop sized clump of doodoo in my hand. I shook my head to snap out of my arousal before my thoughts went somewhere taboo.
I hurled the crap clog inside a garbage bag, which reminded me of the lack of a toilet.
“So, we need to talk to Lucifer rather discreetly about installing a toilet in the house,” I reminded Mammon. “On second thought, let’s just see if Diavolo can put toilets everywhere.”
Mammon shook his head. “Why didn’t ya just say something earlier, human?” he said. “When you asked me about the toilet earlier, ya coulda just explained it to me. I think I heard something about Diavolo having putting those in RAD just for the human students.”
I froze. “You ... What?!”
He gulped. “Uhh, yeah. How’d ya think Solomon shits?”
My body began to shake in anger. “I hadn’t thought about it.”
He stopped when my emotions started to show. “Hey, now. I’m sorry. It just slipped our minds.”
My jaw tensed as vengeful ideas played through my shit-addled brain. Leaning over the tub, I eyed the drain deviously as a new set of spasms wrapped my bowels in their grasp.
“Mammon,” I eyed him sideways. “We’ve cleaned enough in here, and I need to bathe.”
He stopped scrubbing to wipe sweat off his sexy forehead. “If ya say so. Call me if ya need me human.”
Before he left, we made out like teenagers, my soiled hand leaving smudges in his clean, white hair.
When I was finally alone, I dropped my fluffy white, brown smudged towel on the clean tiles. Stepping inside the shower, I marveled at the freshly cleaned tub. Sad I would have to soil it again.
Once more positioning my legs vulgarly wide over the drain, I unleashed everything. No holding back.
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TW: Gore
NSFW
Gore-gasm
Meridia’s feet dangled inches above the floor as Beel turned her womb to mush with that beef tongue he calls a cock. He somehow managed to shove it all the way inside her cervix. It mangled her insides so much that Meridia was unconscious. Just before his climax, Beelzeburger’s cock detached itself inside her body, balls and all. Dropping Meridia, the demon backed up baffled about what happened to his parnis. Suddenly, it grew inside her. Her stomach swelled until she was the size of a balloon and then .... BOOM! The Devildom’s precious exchange student left this world in a gory explosion of intestines, blood, and jizz. Beel cried. He rolled around in Meridia’s bowels as he fried up an egg with her brains. It sizzled and popped as pieces of skin and hair rained down on him.
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Was just at the orgy of the simps at The House of Lamentation. If you don’t know what that is, well, you’ll soon find out. Also, demons’ buttholes are just for decoration, FYI.
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Spoiler! Lesson24
What if.....
When MC and Diavolo were lost in Levi’s 3D game, they ended up walking right into the prince’s chambers and ended up skipping the meeting to get it on? Diavolo just used the meeting as a ruse to distract everyone’s attention away from him so he could spend time with MC! Aha!
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TW: Some gore, one instance of radiation-induced vomiting
Here IT IS......
We Are One
It's after midnight, and sleep still eludes me. I've never had insomnia before the horrific incident at the House of Lamentation. These thoughts must be put to paper or else they will haunt my sleep. It's been a month since the horror occurred. But I get ahead of myself. My name is Meridia Thorn, a human exchange student brought to the Devildom from another otome game three months ago. Why I came here, I fail to know for certain. I just woke up here one day, and a man claiming to be the heir to the throne of hell revealed that I'm supposed to spend a year here as an exchange student. The night before, I was living as a magician's apprentice in Vesuvis. So here I am. I commenced my studies and made friends with these emotionally stunted demons. That's an item that I can scratch off my bucket list.
Now, the story that I'm about to unfold within these pages will sound like the ramblings of a severely psychotic individual. You may think me illl and in need of treatment. But let me be perfectly clear before I give my full statement: I am a sober woman. I rarely drink, and except for the occasional psychotropic potion ingredient, I don't consume drugs. I have not done Meth, not even once…
I don't have a family history of schizophrenia or psychotic episodes. I hope this disclaimer is enough for you to keep an open mind about the events I'm about to retell from that night last month.
I just need to tell my story and hope that someone believes me. I need to escape this nightmare before the year is over. For the love of Satan, where do I begin? I need a moment to organize my thoughts, because they still feel like a dream to me. These memories scitter around my room in the form of shadows in the corners of my vision. How do these stories usually begin? It was a dark and stormy night? Once upon a dreary evening? I hate to disappoint any voyeurs to my misery, but the day was quite ordinary in the Devildom. It all happened after we escaped from Levi's dating simulator game.
I was relieved to be able to relax without Satan and Lucifer creating insufferable noise with their constant fighting. God, their voices irritated me so much. For once, my shoulders weren’t tense all the way up to my ears. We were even having drinks in the living room while playing a game of truth or dare. We laughed. We cried. We even took shits together. It was fucking magical. I dared Beel to eat Mammon’s arm, and he fucking consumed it. We all had a laugh together as blood spurted from the shredded hole where Mammon's limb was previously attached. Mammon prettily convulsed on the floor in a state of glee. He laughed so beautiso I grew concerned for his safety until he started to laugh a bit. I smiled as I placed my hand on his shoulder. I gazed into his distant blue eyes and wondered what he was thinking in that moment.
Those tender seconds with Mammon were ruined when Lucifer shouted.
I shot my head around startled at his outburst. I thought they were getting along now. I was surprised when I saw him staring in disgust at Asmo who giggled madly.
“Ohh, you have to, Lucifer!” the lusty demon breathed. “You must kiss Satan! I dared you, so you must!”
Everyone waited with bated breath as the tension between Satan and Lucifer grew. When the volatility in the room became unbearable, I spoke up.
“Why don’t we just pass them for this turn?” I offered as a solution. “Or maybe just give them an easier dare?”
Asmo turned to me with a grin that stretched from ear-to-ear and looked like it had come from Hell. He wagged his index finger in my direction.
“Oh, no no no,” he practically sang. “That can’t happen, because I cursed this game of truth or dare. Something bad will happen to whomever refuses their dare.”
Beel coughed on the chicken he choked on. Belphie woke up, because the tension in the room was palpable at this point. Lucifer’s eyes bulged out of his head so much, they fell out. He caught them in his palms and popped them back into his face while mumbling something about this being the hundredth time they fell out. Satan’s eyebrow twitched with barely contained rage as he slammed his book on the floor, stood up, and stormed out of the living room.
Lucifer, on the other hand, went berserk. "That little brat thinks he can just throw a hiss fit anytime something doesn't go his way?!"
Black-clad fists balled at his sides as he screamed loud enough to break the sound barrier. The house shook, Mammon fell over unconscious, and everyone took cover. The screaming went on like that for five minutes. At some point, silence took over, but I soon realized that my ears were just ringing from Lucifer’s screams. I felt a warm liquid trickle out, and Beel wasn’t far away. He crawled over, his tongue wriggling like a red snake lapping up the life fluid leaking from my ears.
Meanwhile, Lucifer continued to rage. It was atomic. Literally. I could see the radioactive waves of wind billowing from his body. His skin glowed sickly radioactive green.
'How is Lucifer able to produce radiation at this power level?' I wondered. I had this ongoing inner dialogue with myself, since I had some trouble hearing. 'What kind of ability is this? Do all demons create such destructive energy when provoked? The real question is how to stop this madness if I want any chance at recovering my hearing. What is the source of his power?
Gritting my teeth as I struggled past the pain, I scanned Lucifer’s body for the center of the radiation. I considered his cock, but I ruled that out when the energy waves didn't end there. That's when the idea occurred to me. The diamond on his head! I traced the lines of energy to his forehead, and they did indeed lead there. I gasped.
"If we can just remove that diamond from his head, he will be cut off from his source of power," I murmured. "How do we do it? His power level is too high for me to go in alone."
I needed help from the others, but when I looked around all I could see were charred demon-shaped remains where Belphie and Asmo previously sat. looked to Beel and Mammon, the only brothers standing by my side in this dangerous time. Well, one stood while the other was passed out.
"Listen up, Beel! I need you to get behind Lucifer," I commanded in my most urgent voice, kind of like an anime person in a tense situation. "Grab him from behind with your arms locked under his armpits. Keep him as steady as possible while I prepare my special beam cannon attack-"
"I can hear you, you know" Lucifer snapped.
I gasped. Of course, he could hear me! He has preternatural senses!
"I mean, you're just a few feet away from me, so…," he said.
Oh.
“The hell are you doing now?!” Satan burst through the door yelling.
The Avatar of Pride turned slowly to Satan, seething through his teeth. His chest rose and fell. My eyes raked over his rising and falling chest until they met his crotch, because why not? I was kind of deaf, but certainly not blind. The fallen angel had a raging hard on. While Beel’s tongue lapped my ear blood, I stared at that potato in Lucifer’s pants. I wanted to butter it and pop it in my oven.
Satan probably noticed, as well, because his eyes were also focused on his brother’s hard-on. He stifled a laugh with his hand.
“Dude, is that a rage-on?” he laughed through his hand covering his mouth.
Lucifer smiled at the blonde one while his hand waved over his crotch.
“Why, yes,” he answered. “Yes, it is. But don't mistake this for rage, dear brother, for I am not you. My organ isn’t full of anger, but love. Love for you.”
This time, holding his arms out, Lucifer began walking toward Satan whose face twisted in fear. The Avatar of Wrath backed away as Lucifer backed him against a wall.
“Brother, why are you so afraid of me?” Lucifer asked, his voice eerie. “Why have you always resented me? I thought we were past this hurtle of our lives. Are we not only full of love for each other. In fact—”
He emphasized his words as he backed Satan into the wall, his arms placed on either side of his younger brother.
“I want to show you how much I love you. How much I … need you,” he closed in, engulfing Satan in his arms.
“Nyoooooo!” Satan screamed as he disappeared inside Lucifer’s cloak.
Beel was spitting some of my blood into Mammon’s wound to restore some of his life juice that continued to flow from his body. Can demons die from blood loss? That would be pretty stupid if they could.
I continued to watch the scene unfold. This next part is what will haunt me for the rest of my days. I should have trusted my instincts to flee. Yet my morbid curiosity won out. Where did Satan go? Was this a trick for my entertainment? The boys often put on elaborate shows of magic for my sake, but this had a more sinister feeling than their usual antics, and it magnified the radiation-induced nausea in my belly.
Lucifer slowly rotated, holding his arms wide so that his loosened cloak slipped off his shoulders to land on the floor with a soft thud. The things I noticed unfolded in slow motion, or so that's how a traumatized brain remembers such events. First I observed that Lucifer's shirt was missing, which is very unlike him to flaunt his nudity. More was revealed to me as he closed in, one black-clad leg planted in front of the other so predatorily graceful. His arms remained open in a mockery of a magnanimous gesture. I searched for what could have been changed about him. The answer reared its head in as my eyes grazed the marble flesh of his torso.
I did a double take when I saw an unusual protrusion slowly pop out of his left side. First, the malformed head pressed out of his flesh like clay. Pale green eyes bulged out, and the irises pointed in opposite directions from each other. Yellow tufts of hair sprouted from the top of the bumpy flesh mass. I hesitate to call it a proper head, for it was more like a poorly made Play-Doh doll that your parents pretend to be impressed with. The pasty being stared at me, and an unsettling groan emitted from it as fleshy pink lips formed on its face.
"Mmmeeerr," the flesh mass spoke.
My eyes widened in horrified recognition that it was trying to speak my name.
"What is that?" I managed to ask Lucifer. "Tell me that isn't-"
"Satan?" Lucifeet finished my sentence. "Of course it is. Who else would it be?"
Satan struggled with my name again. "Meeriii!"
"How could you do something so cursed?" I asked.
Lucifer put his hand over his chest in a feigned attempt to appear offended at my choice of words.
"Cursed? If anything, this is blursed!" He dramatically stroked Satan's almost bald head. "This is how we were meant to be all along, Meridia. We are one again, but only better than the last time."
I frantically shook my head as my mouth ran dry.
"Oh, yes!" He exclaimed as his pelvis humped the air. "Now we can both experience you as we were meant to!"
Lucifer tore off his black pants, tossed them haphazardly so they landed on Mammon's motionless body. Two clocks of very different sizes flopped sickeningly in the air. I was most surprised when he lunged at me. I just about died of fright! I clumsily dodged him and darted for the door. As I hauled ass from the living room, I could hear Lucifer and Satan's struggled cries as they slipped around in my vomit. I couldn't afford to look back as I ran straight to my room and locked the door.
That brings us full circle to where I am now. Locked in my room writing this wretched account by candle light, I startle at the slightest shadow in the corner of my eye. I've been dreading my impending demise for a month.. Why hasn't Lucifer found me yet? Surely he could break down my door whenever he wanted to! The anticipation is eating away at the lining of my stomach.
The next events happened so quickly. The house shook as a rumbling came from the sky, and the roof was lifted cleanly off the building. Shooting up from my chair, I freeze as I look upwards to see Levi operating a helicopter with Diavolo and Barbatos holding a stretcher.
Diavolo shouted down to me. "Meridia! We have contained Lucifer and Satan!"
I gasped. "Levi? Did he-?"
Barbados waved his hand to interrupt me. "We will discuss the details later." He tossed a rope ladder down to me. "Please climb on. We need to load Mammon onto the stretcher. He is in critical condition. We should be able to remove his arm from Beel's stomach and reattach it."
Not even bothering to ask him about that, I just hauled my ass up the ladder. The ladder jerks as the helicopter takes off, and I'm not even halfway up.
"Let me get up there first!" I call up to Levi.
"No can do! Gotta get this back to the AkuCopter rental shop in five minutes!" Levi called back down. "I rented it for an hour, and that hour is almost up!"
Wait, what? Is he prioritizing returning the aircraft over my safety? I just can't with these guys anymore. My life has been endangered more times than anyone should be comfortable with at the hands of emotionally constipated demon boys.
"You know what?" I began, as my hands loosened from the ladder. "I'm outta here."
With those last words, I let go of the ladder and allow myself to drop into oblivion. Only, it wasn't oblivion, but a lake where I smacked straight into the water. The splash was deafening, but I didn't care anymore.
Fuck the Devildom. I'm swimming to Skyrim.
#obey me#gore cw#vomit cw#nsfw#this is cursed#obey me lucifer#satan obey me#mammon obey me#beel obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me mc#cursed fic
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Trollfic Teaser: We Are One
Cumming soon to home video ....
Satan and Lucifer rekindle their love for each other after the gang recovers from the body switching nightmare. The Avatar of Pride's love may run a bit too deep for his blonde brother. How will a simple hug change their lives forever?
In a tale jam-packed with love, combat, and demonic radiation, Lucifer and Satan will become ...
ONE.
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Beelzeburger
**Beel asks Meridia to lick mayo off his scrotum. Warning: NSFW, very messy, some graphic language, CURSED**
Beel stroked the jar of mayonnaise as Meridia hornily eyed him. They sat on his bed when Belphie was gone, and hopefully the twin wouldn’t be back for a while.
“I want you to lick this off my balls, Meridia” Beel said. His voice dripped with pent up sexual frustration from being locked up during the pandemic crisis.
Meridia’s spine shivered, and goosebumps danced on her arms at the way his voice reverberated through her core. Beel’s voice always sounded like he was eating food even though he wasn’t. Shit, she would jump into a vat full of mayo for this demon.
“I’ll lick that whole jar off your scrotum,” Meridia said. “I’ll go even further and call you Beelzeburger, because you’re a hunk of meat with some serious buns.”
Fuck.
Beel grabbed the mayonnaise jar with trembling hands, shaky fingers unscrewing the top. Sweat poured down his face and bare chest, soaking into the carpet beneath them. Meridia helped him unzip his pants, drops of sweat soaking her hair in the process.
“Damn, baby. Why do you sweat so much?” She asked as her unsteady hands pulled his jeans down.
“That’s because I’m a man. A man with needs,” his shaky voice didn’t miss a beat.
His thick, sweaty cock bounced out of his underwear. Meridia stared at the angry red appendage that was as thick as a can of soda and the length of a long banana.
She licked her lips, “Fuck, I need you to bust a nut in me. Give me some of that man mayo.”
Beel held the open jar to his cock and sunk himself in, balls and all. When he removed his genitals from the condiment jar, they were coated completely in the white, gooey egg and vinegar mixture that people usually eat on sandwiches. Reaching around to Meridia’s head, Beel moved his lover’s face to his erection.
“Eat,” he shoved it in her face to force her mouth open.
Obediently, she opened her mouth to devour his manhood with the white, jiggly substance smearing all over her cheeks. Mayonnaise smeared her hair, glasses, and filled her nose. She could drown in mayonnaise and would be the happiest woman alive.
The gluttonous demon groaned like a hairy beast. Shit. This was the kinkiest experience he’d ever had with someone. But he was about to cum, and it wouldn’t be fun if this encounter ended too soon. Beel withdrew his engorged pecker from Meridia’s facehole, but he stopped to admire the smeared mayo clogging her nose.
“I have another request, you condiment slut,” he said.
Meridia looked at him curiously as her chunk of man meat opened a drawer next to his bed and pulled out ketchup, mustard, pickles, cheese, and burger buns. He turned to her and held up the burger fixings.
“Make me into your man meat burger,” his husky voice pleaded.
“Oh, fuck, bb,” she grabbed the buns from him. “I want your hot beef injection.”
With mayo still all over her face, Meridia set to the task of assembling the Beel burger. She squeezed the ketchup and mustard on the buns, the bottles making the usual farty sound. A little bit of mustard precum leaked from the mustard bottle. Pickles and cheese came next. Beel giggled as Meridia carefully slid his gonads and knob between the buns. The pickles must’ve tickled his pickle.
For a brief moment, Meridia was hesitant to take him back into her mouth. His cock was about as long as a banana and as girthy as a soda can. The burger buns made it even larger. Would she be able to choke him down? What if her jaw broke off?
She shook off her worries as the idea of his cum mixed with condiments and cheese stirred arousal in her pussy again. Diving right back in, the human took dick, balls, and burger stuff all into her mouth at once. Not missing a beat, Beel reached down to gather the mayo from Meridia’s face and rubbed it over his shaft. Ferociously, he fucked her face, and Meridia took it so well. She didn’t care if the monstrous demon dong penetrated right through the back of her head. It’s not every day that you get a burger like this.
In the midst of this sexual, sweaty, mayonnaise covered haze, Belphegor entered the bedroom. If not for his scream, the two fuck lovers wouldn’t have suspected his appearance. Without stopping, Beel and Meridia looked at the doorway to see Belphie lying on the floor in a puddle of mayonnaise and holding his back in pain.
“Ah! Goddammit!” Emo screamed. “What the fuck are you doing? I slipped on your fucking mayonnaise and threw out my back! Ow!”
He moaned in pain, and Beel muttered an apology without stopping his rutting. There was no stopping, because he was about to cum. To his dismay, another familiar voice came up the stairs.
“Beel?” It was Lucifer. “Beel. Did I hear Belphie- Ah! Shit!”
Lucifer tripped over Belphie’s body on the floor. They both screamed in agony and anger.
That did it. That chaos gave the demon what he needed to finally bust a nut of hot, red, ground beef down Meridia’s throat. She choked out a groan as she enjoyed the flavors of meat, mustard, mayo, pickles, cheese, and bread exploding a beautiful medley of heaven down her throat. Fuck, it made her so nostalgic for human world cookouts on summer nights.
Her lover jerked his final spurts of meat down her throat before pulling away. They looked into each other’s eyes as the two caught their breaths. Meridia surprised Beel with her sudden question.
“Will you be my Beelzeburger?”
Somewhere far away, in a parallel universe, Sasquatch cried as it watched the end to this beautiful love story.
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I finally posted chapter three of More than Mammon’s Piggy Bank.
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Just learned from an anonymous source that I successfully summoned Diavolo a couple times. Nice!
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Caveman Solo: Deadbeat Dad
Simeon scratched Luke’s head, handing him a cookie while Solomon raged, pantless and pacing in the living room. He takes a swig off his beer bottle.
“Cocksucker!,” Solomon screams at his angel husband. “Look at this cock and tell me you still wanna jerk off in front of Lucifeces and Prince DickBalls! Tell me!”
The sorcerer motions to his dick, which was still healing from being rubbed raw in the public masturbation incident.
“You disgusting sonofabitch, not in front of Luke!” Simeon screamed and covered his son’s eyes.
Solomon stops pacing, walks right up to his wife, and says, "He’s just a dog! Stop treating him like he’s our son!”
“I don’t want anything to do with that little red parnis of yours anymore!” He dramatically waves the bottle in a circle, spilling beer on himself. “I want a divorce!”
Simeon shook his head, “We were never married!”
“Yes, we are! You’re my beautiful, sexy wife, and I want to give you a creampie in your hole right here!”
Suddenly, Asmodeus climbs through the window. “Did somebody say ‘creampie’?” he inquires in a singsong voice. He wobbles in his Crocs and sweatpants.
“Ooh, MonSolo,” Asmo looks the Saiyan up and down. “You’re looking like a nubile, voluptuous Mansolo today!” Asmo eyes Solomon’s throbbing red cock and tiny ball sack like it’s a snack.
Solomon tosses the beer bottle at Luke, causing the dog to crap himself, and then lunges at Asmodeus with a raging hard-on. Pulling down the Avatar of Lust’s soiled grey sweatpants, he flips the demon over, spreads his cheeks, and sticks his raw dick inside the dry asshole. They rut against the floor, and Simeon watches in horror.
“Oh, Lord!” the angel cries and rubs his pencil penis.
“Is that what you scream when Diavolo fucks you?” Solomon cried as his raw cock bled inside Asmodeus.
This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, because Simeon stood up, spread his legs, balled up his fists at his sides, and started powering up to Super Saiyan God mode. His hair turned blue, his aura exploded all over in a shower of jizz. In his final power boost, an explosion of diarrhea sprayed the wall. Luke was impressed. Solomon looked on with a very bored expression while he continued to thrust into Asmodeus.
The sorcerer stood up with the demon still on his hard-as-a-rock Johnson, squatted in a fighting stance with his hands together, and screamed, “Shadow clone jutsu!” In a blast of magic, a million Solomon clones were fucking a million Asmodeus clones.
Meanwhile, in a distant universe, King Kai and Goku watched the events unfold.
#cursed fic#obey me solomon#asmodeus obey me#simeon obey me#goku#king kai#super saiyan#smut fic#trollfic#penises#blood#poop
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I’m always shipping myself!
pls reblog if you are fictosexual or a self shipper!
lets be friends! i’m going to follow everyone who reblogs. i think it would be nice to have a group of friends who are also fictosexuals so we can all comfortably talk about it and our f/os without judgement! <3 luv u all
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There has to be blessed content in there for something to be "blursed". That fic is just unholy in every way, and I feel unclean now.
😂 Well, I’m sure someone will find blessed content in it.
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