#obey me saleos

[jinxthejubilee]

I just remembered that I made Saleos' birthday ON VALENTINE'S DAY. Whoops...

Sorry Sal! I promise I'll make it up to you. I was just so busy on the muppet that I completely forgot!

I'll draw something later. Probably...Ugh, no my baaabbbyyy! 🥺😭

[jinxthejubilee]

Thank you, Scarlet! Though, they're not actually fankids anymore, just young characters, but yeah! I'll send them your way!

I decided not to make Saleos Asmo's kid. But he was abandoned by both parents. Because I just can't live without angst.

As for how Mammon has anything to do with Naberius: His parents grew greedier and greedier as they swindled people to earn extra money due to tragic circumstances. And they were later killed as a result. So technically, Nab hates Mammon's sin, not Mammon himself, but, you know, kids....

Wonderful job, as usual, Scarlet! And I have you to thank for reminding me that I need to put my tragic backstories for Naberius and Saleos in an ACTUAL story and not just have them in my head or on paper. Especially Nab's.

I better get on it! Mammon's not gonna hate himself! Wait-

OOOOO! Send me stuff about your fankids (if you’re comfortable, of course)!! I love hearing about OCs,,,,,

And yes, be sure to inject a bit of tragedy into each OC for MAXIMUM BRAINROT

[erose-this-name]

Punishment.

Cult of the Lamb Ficlet because I lost control of my life again

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Lamb and their right hand cat, Narinder, walk about the cult grounds discussing plans for new buildings.

Kallamar and Saleos walk by, the former passively rambling outloud about schemes he will never actually go through with to the latter who just nods along, with the same reverence and eagerness a dog might have toward its owner. Kallamar seems to look at Saleos the same way one might be looked at by their housecat. As little good as they're surely up to, neither god of death pays them any mind, as they have proved to be more harmless together than apart.

Lamb chats to Narinder while sketching vague blueprints, “I saw you at your siblings’ house earlier, Nari’.”

Narinder grunts, “... And?”

“Don’t tell me The One Who Waited has forgiven them already?” Lamb teases.

“Of course not! None of my siblings have my forgiveness, nor will they ever. But, that spider is hardly the same person who betrayed me, not anymore. No point punishing the innocent. No point in letting what little remains of their talents go to waste.”

Narinder chooses his words carefully, the Lamb has probably already gleaned from his thoughts that he went to see Shamura, but maybe he could hide his intent behind ambiguity. This is just another facet of the countless indignities and adjustments he has had to go through after losing his Crown.

“Pragmatic!” Lamb smiles, complimenting the cat. Then, why do you think of guilt, Narinder?

Leshy bursts from the ground before Lamb, startling the young god of death. The worm bares his teeth, gesturing with his seeing eye cane, “Horrendous cruel beast! Why does Heket have to tend to both the farms and the gardens!? And is the head chef? EXPLAIN YOURSELF, IMMEDIATELY!”

Narinder rolls his third eye and picks up the blueprint Lamb had been working on, checking the shrine dimensions and blood plumbing for mistakes or minor improvements. It’s a skill that is easy to learn, but takes eons of practice to master.

Lamb looks at the worm with a wide friendly smile, unsure of his angle. His chaotic thoughts do not help. “Because, Leshy… She’s an ex-fertility goddess of harvest. I know it’s a lot of work, and she said she was the god of famine, but she seems to retain some power or knowledge of the opposite, so I think she can handle-”

Leshy throws his arms up, “SO DO I! I AM THE GOD OF NATURE! LOOK AT ME! I’M LITERALLY PART PLANT! Heket’s domain is merely domestic crops. Allow me to tend to the flowers and the trees, and I will grow them better than she ever could. Those camellias will have no choice but to obey me, FOR I AM THEIR GOD.”

Lamb tilts their head inquisitively, reopening the wound hidden under their bell collar, “Huh, so that’s why you look like that. I always thought you were the god of chaos?”

“Chaos is nature! Plants are not meant to be grown in ugly rows, so called ‘weeds’ are not meant to be pulled up, my hedges not meant to be trimmed into cubes. Nature is chaotic, it’s people who inflict their order upon it.” Leshy balls his fist.

“But, weren’t you also technically the god of order?” Lamb raises a brow, discreetly checking to make sure they’re wearing the blood red fleece, today. Or at least the robes they stole from Narinder.

Leshy produces a flower from somewhere, likely thin air, and uses it as a prop, “I am! Order is nature! Have you ever considered a flower? The intricacies and mathematical perfection of their petals, that I painted? The perfectly rehearsed dance of an ecosystem in balance? Nature is ordered, it’s people who inflict their chaos upon it.”

“Uh…” Lamb smiles, incredulously.

“What? That made perfect sense, right Narinder? The vile lamb must also be stupid.” Leshy says, rolling his non-existent eyes and throwing an arm around Narinder’s shoulder.

Narinder shrugs him off, not seeming to give a shit.

Lamb says, “Thank you for your concern, Leshy, but I think our current camellia output is sufficient. We really can’t spare another lumberjack, especially one as talented as you.~”

The green worm glowers at the Lamb, bearing his teeth. He turns and storms off.

Narinder watches his brother walk off. He turns to the Lamb, “Why did you put Heket in charge of sustenance? She is not above poisoning, or worse, you are aware of that.”

Lamb giggles, dropping the façade and rubbing their neck, “Because working with food torments her, now she can’t eat anything. Not if it’s still solid. She’s still much too proud to do a bad job, though. And I’m not worried about her poisons, anymore.”

Narinder says, “Oh. She always was a glutton, I suppose.”

“You think I’m being cruel, Nari’?” Lamb says coquettishly, licking their own blood and ichor from their clawed fingers.

Narinder’s three eyes narrow at the Lamb, “Cease your reading of my mind. And, yes, of course I do. However, I did not say it was a bad thing. She deserves it. I imagine that is also why you have Leshy cutting trees down, instead of growing them? Scary, how much of my vindictiveness has rubbed off on you, once so innocent... and, come to think, this is also probably why I was made your ‘disciple’, wasn't it?”

The Lamb gives him a sharp smile, “Ehehehe! Now, I’m starting to wonder if you can read my mind. A fitting punishment, yea? Always by my side. So close to the object of your desire, yet forever powerless to take it…”

Narinder’s face turns red and he gets a nosebleed. “I HATE YOU, Lamb! You are horrible and evil and vile, I’m leaving now.”

The three-eyed cat runs back into his hut.

Lamb mumbles to themself, obliviously, “Huh? He’s still thinking I’m cruel. He must really want the Red Crown back, I better keep teasing him with it!”

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As Leshy retreats to a secluded part of the cult grounds with a bottle of ‘very good’ wine he stole, to brood over the Lamb’s refusal, he groans to realize that he’s unfortunate enough for Kallamar to have already been there doing the same thing.

Kallamar smiles and waves, beckoning Leshy to sit beside him. After a few moments of Leshy not reacting, he speaks up, “Hello, Brother! Sit down, sit down! Still living with that mortal cat?”

Leshy sighs as he does so, “Yes. Still living in Heket’s basement?”

“Just because she built a floor above mine doesn’t make it the basement. It’s a ‘cellar’…” Kallamar clarifies.

“Rrrright.” Leshy brings his bottle to his lips.

“You know, it’s funny how you only act like a normal person when you’re drunk. You’re so much more genuine, this way. I much prefer it.”

Leshy spits out his wine, “W-what’s that supposed to mean?! I’M ALWAYS NORMAL!!! … So, anyways, how’s Shamura doing? If you ever need help taking care of-”

Kallamar cuts him off, “Oh, could you? That'd be great. Saleos hardly ever has time to help. Shamura's condition is… well they haven’t been getting any less lucid. They can take care of most things themself, these days. That’s actually what I was about to mention. Narinder came by the house today. Was asking to visit them.”

Leshy’s hand tightens around the bottle’s neck, “What? You didn’t let him, did you?”

“Of course not. Heket would’ve had my head if I did.”

“Huh… Why?”

“No idea, I can never read the guy. Maybe he feels bad? He used to be very close to Shamura, can’t imagine he wanted any of this to happen.” 

“Maybe… But why now? We’ve been living here for close to a decade-”

“Decades, actually. This year it's 28, for me. You've been here a lot longer.” The squid corrects.

Leshy sighs, “... ‘Decadessssss’. You know what I mean. Maybe that horrid little Lamb put him up to it. Seems to enjoy torturing us like that.”

Kallamar shrugs, “Shamura’s been asking about Narinder ever since.”

Leshy raises his tone, “Shamura doesn’t know any better. They don’t even understand what happened to them, half the time. Even when they still had the Purple Crown, they kept giving him ‘gifts’. As if nothing had changed.”

Kallamar swirls the red liquid around in his bottle, “I don’t know. You really don’t think it isn’t time to extend the olive branch? He’s in the same boat as us, now. To be honest, I don’t even blame Narinder. He did what any of us would have done in that situation.”

“That’s… surprising to hear from you, Kallamar.”

“I just wish I didn’t have to get caught up in the crossfire. And, isolating Narinder has only been driving him closer to the Lamb, somehow. They are our real enemy.”

Leshy rolls his nonexistent eyes, “Ah, there it is… I mean, I don’t disagree. I empathize with him. And I miss having him as a brother, before all of this. But, I don’t know if I could ever forgive him, not after all he’s taken from me. My existence is hell, because of him.”

“Isn’t that more because of the Lamb, Brother?”

“What? No. Don’t get me wrong, I despise the Lamb. But, it was Narinder who gouged out my eyes, who sicced that vile beast on me.”

“... so?” Kallamar raises a brow.

“W-what do you mean ‘so’? Look at me! What he did to me.” Leshy gestures to his bandaged face.

“He did the same to all of us, you don’t see me asking for pity.” Kallamar takes a drink.

Leshy laughs in Kallamar’s face.

“PFFHAhAHAHahah! NO! No-no, no, no. No. We are not the same. I will admit, Shamura received a far worse fate than I, though my own suffering outweighs that of everyone besides. Then, after mine, was Heket’s. Then Narinder’s. And only then, last of all, is you. He Who Waited merely tore off part of the outside fins of your ears, you are not even deaf, not completely… And, I don’t despise you for losing nothing, Brother, I detest you because you got off so easy because you were a coward then, and you won’t even admit it because you are a coward now.”

Kallamar shakes his head, “Lost ‘nothing’? I lost my crown, my cult!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, but yes. You did, though I’m sure you cried and bitched the whole time instead of fighting like a man.  But, it’s not like you were depending on yours just to hear. Or to speak. Or see.” The worm growls.

“You weren’t exactly blind until becoming a mortal. Didn’t you say you could see with the Green Crown’s eye?”

“That… that wasn’t the same! Didn’t you ever try looking through yours!? The Crowns see only truth, that isn’t the same as seeing. Beauty. Is. Not. True. Natural beauty was once all I cared about bringing into the world, it was what gave my existence meaning, what brought me happiness… For centuries, I haven’t been able to remember what flowers look like. I know their fragrance, their feel, their shape, but their color? I am told camellias are red, red like blood. What is ‘red’, Kallamar? The Green Crown did not give me the emotion of red, not the association of blood and passion, not the striking vibrancy, it merely informed me of the wavelength of photons bouncing off chemical bonds in their pigments and the chemistry and evolution of those biomolecules, and I don’t even have that anymore. ‘Dappled sunlight trickling down from the canopy of Darkwood onto a glittering stream between mossy rocks’, these are only words to me. I can no longer imagine it, as I can’t think in images anymore, only in words and concepts… Every time that I feel cool breeze through my leaflets carrying the perfume of camellias, all I can think of is that I will spend eternity never again knowing their beauty. W-whenever my cat gives me one, I…” Leshy’s lip quivers, he shakes his head.

His head drops into his hands, the worm mumbles, “What’s even the point of living anymore? I want… I deserve death. But this vile, horrid, cruel beast won’t even let me die. They know how I feel, their Crown must show them, they know how torturous this existence is for me! And still they stand there, mocking me, with that horrible sadistic smile. Acting like nothing is wrong.”

Kallamar stares at Leshy, his stitched brow furrowing. “How dare you, Brother? How dare you think that you have the right to hate me, when I already hate myself? H-how dare you think so little of yourself as to deserve pity from someone as worthless as me, when you’re still you? Do you have any idea how much I envy you right now, Leshy? Long before all this, even when you were but a wyrmling barely in control of your Crown, I still envied you. Because, you’re right. I am a coward, and a fucking idiot, not even the Blue Crown could fix that about me, because I’m also so fucking stubborn. I never deserved godhood. But it came so naturally to you, you’re so damn confident, and brave, and fucking cool looking! Everyone loved you for it! Your followers were inspired by you, drawn to you! My cult never even respected me, only feared me… Except for Saleos, he’s somehow worse… I should’ve been proud of you, as your elder bloodbrother, but as worthless and horrid as I am, I felt only jealousy… and loathed myself for it… If you think your greatness was taken from you, I never had any to begin with. If you’d even care.”

Leshy stands up, mouth downturned, the moss on his cheeks caked with wet ichor. 

He punches Kallamar in the face.

The squid clutches the burst stitches across his face, “OW! What the hell, Leshy?”

Leshy sneers, “Ooh, you think you deserve pity for knowing you’re pathetic? Don’t you try to out-do my pain! Don’t you think you’re the only one that hates himself. If even you couldn’t tolerate your bullshit, why didn’t you just fucking man up and die!?”

Kallamar reaches for his bottle. Leshy hits him again. The squid falls back, over the log, and flat onto the ground. 

The worm screams, “You think what the Green Crown did to me ‘looks cool?’, I’m a tree! You can pass as a normal squid. I have to tell people I’m an abomination, because I am. I’m a monster that devoured souls and families, and enjoyed it. And you think that was a good thing? You think they loved me for it? I didn’t even know what love was! Did you really think that I would feel better if I knew you only hate yourself because you weren’t consumed by your Crown, like me? Because you were still a person underneath it?! Do you understand how lucky someone like you is to have Saleos? How little you deserve his forgiveness, his love? After everything he sacrificed to you, willingly? And every day, you spit in his face!”

Kallamar curls up into a ball as Leshy kicks him repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, p-please…”

Leshy stops, tears dampening his bandages. “Now… Saleos is going to tend to your wounds, you’ll talk his ears off about this, and he’ll still be on your side… and I’ll go home, and my cat will tell me all about how much he loves that benevolent Lamb for saving him from Darkwood. Fr-... from the s-sacrificial altar... For vanquishing that evil god of chaos…”

Kallamar looks between bloody, shaking fingers, “H-he… still doesn’t know?”

Leshy sits down, wiping ichor from his hands, sniffling. “No. Of course not… I’m a worthless coward.”

The Lamb watches them from the temple window, with a horrible sadistic smile.

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[13wife]

Meet Bifrons and Saleos, the clean-up crew and two of Solomon’s pact demons. Ever wondered who cleans up the messes after those crazy demon parties in the Devildom? And the occasional Demon rampage in the Human Realm? They will clean up after you. No matter the mess. They are like super good, its kind of crazy..... Bifrons is a bit mean, but stare into Saleos’s sweet eyes and u will forget that.

Based on this

[dittoqueeno]

He fits a certain description, don't he?

[professionalsimpfor2dboys]

“Mammon’s Scenting” Obey Me Fluff + Smut #2

Mammon x Female! MC

Introduction: MC goes to school after being scented by all seven of the brothers and is sad to see everyone avoiding her like the demon plague, but a particular set of four demons don’t let it deter them. What will the seven avatars do about these determined demons vying for their human’s claim? Mammon might just have to claim her for good ;)

Warnings: breeding, both rough and passionate vaginal sex, scenting, claiming, fingering, hand-job, overall very dirty and very long

When MC woke the next morning, she groaned at the array of hickeys all over her upper half that were impossible to cover up. The brothers had suspiciously woken up earlier than usual and were giddy to take her to school for obvious reasons. Constantly covering her with oh so innocent touches and vying for her attention, it was as if last night caused the dam that was holding back all of their restrained affection to be destroyed.

Trying her best to keep her RAD uniform’s collar hiked up to at least deter some of the view, she couldn’t help but pout at how obviously the students avoided her. They would all do the same action, first they would sniff at the air before promptly turning to where the scent was coming from, which was obviously her. At that point they’d realize the smell was an intermingled scent of all seven avatars and would book it in the opposite direction of wherever she was standing. Wherever she went at least two of the brothers would follow and the two who were with her as she walked to the only class she was alone in was Belphie and Beel.

When they arrived at the classroom, she tried her best to quickly usher them away but Belphie suddenly began to sniff at the air before a glare settled on his face, which was mirrored by Beel as he raised a furrowed eyebrow. “So, those lowly demons are in here, huh? Which ones? I wanna have a talk with them,” Belphie sneered, surprisingly quick to jump out of his usual sleepy state. He tried to make his way into the class but was met with MC’s hand to his chest.

“Nuh uh, you are not starting a ruckus in here, Lucifer would be pissed,” she told him off as he looked over her head to scan any suspicious demons looking their way.

“I feel as if Lucifer would actually be on my side. He’s the avatar of pride, we know he doesn’t like it when someone tries anything with you,” Belphie replied with a smug smile. She couldn’t argue with that. Beel stopped Belphie’s attempts with a hand on the shoulder and shook his head.

“It’ll be fine. No demon would be stupid enough to try anything when she smells like us,” Beel assured, before pulling Belphie out the doorway. “We’re gonna be late to class if we keep this up. Bye, MC! I think Mammon is gonna be picking you up afterward,” he informed with a wave as he dragged his twin away. Letting loose a sigh of relief, she sat in her seat and avoided the nervous glances of her classmates. Could this school day just be over with already?

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The class passed by with no special happenings and she was now waiting for the bell to finally signal the end of school. Going back to her hunched and reclusive ways, she tapped aimlessly on her desk slightly wishing that she could make some more friends down here but that idea was likely thrown completely out the window because of her possessive demon roommates. She’d sometimes try sniffing at her neck to see just what the others were getting a whiff of but she didn’t smell anything in particular.

“Heyo, MC! How’s it going?” A voice greeted causing her to look up and see the four demons from before, one of which was being pulled reluctantly.

“O-oh, hi!” She replied, surprised that they were talking to her.

“I see our scenting was replaced! Kinda expected that with how territorial those student council members can get!” The tallest laughed as he draped an arm on top of the shy one’s head.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I never asked for your names,” MC stated, smiling at how they seemed to be overall comfortable around her.

“Ah, right! Well, I’m Kuro,” the black-eyed demon introduced himself. “We call that tall, loud-mouthed red-head Tengu,” he continued as the latter gave her some finger guns. “The shortie’s name is Zepar, he likes to cause mischief with love so I’d be wary of him,” he whispered the end half-jokingly.

“Hey! Shut your trap!” Zepar yelped out.

“Oh and that leaves our shy boy, Saleos. Him and Zepar are related. He’s a softie for a demon,” Kuro shrugged.

“I-I like to call myself a pacifist, thank you!” Saleos defended, slightly pushing his black hair to the side.

She giggled at their varying personalities. “Well, it’s nice to meet you guys. You’re the first who haven’t ran in my opposite direction today,” she stated.

“Yeah, only idiots wouldn’t run away after getting a whiff of all seven of the highest ranking demons on ya,” Tengu replied, nodding his head. “Lucky for you, we’re pretty dumb,” he laughed.

“Satan told me that there was more to scenting than you let on, care to explain that?” She asked with a teasing raise of her brow. All of them shuffled in an embarrassed manner before Kuro spoke up.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Zepar likes to leave things out for his benefit and we were too excited,” he apologized, bowing as he did so.

“Aye, no harm was done so it’s fine! Those seven still claimed her nonetheless,” Zepar huffed out, crossing his arms and facing the other way.

“W-we’d be asking for a death wish if we tried scenting on you again b-but I hope...I hope...I hope we can still be friends!” Saleos blurted out, scrunching up his eyes to brace himself for rejection.

MC giggled happily. Of course her seven demons held a special place in her heart and on her body because of their pact marks but she was glad to have some friends in the Devildom. “I’d like that!”

They all continued conversing happily to the extent that they didn’t hear the bell when it rang. They were the only ones left in the classroom when Mammon arrived. When he first saw them circled around his human he wanted to snap and started charging in to rip them to shreds, but stopped when he saw her laugh. It made his chest burn with jealousy that she was laughing with others but he also saw how happy she looked. Recalling when she told him how excited she was to make friends in the past, he couldn’t help but sigh and hang his head. Mammon promised to himself he wouldn’t do anything rash to the four lowly demons but he still couldn’t help but see red and transform into his demon form when she brushed one of the demon’s hair to the side.

“Oi!” Mammon yelled out, getting to her small figure in lightning speed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away with a death glare to the four. He continued to drag her away and into the garden where no prying eyes could see her before lifting her up bridal style.

“Mammon! W-what are you doing-“ she cut herself off with a squeak when Mammon jumped and flew into the air with a flap of his wings, bee lining it to the House of Lamentation.

“What does it look like? Taking ya home!” He grunted out as he swooped down towards the house as she clutched onto him tighter and scrunched her eyes closed. Landing on his feet easily, he didn’t put her down and continued to carry her inside and into her room. At this point she was purposefully struggling in his arms.

“Mammon, let me down!” She commanded, accidentally using the pact to get him to obey. He went stiff and dropped her on the bed suddenly, causing her to let out an “oof” at the impact.

“Oi! Be careful when ya use that thing! You’re lucky I already had ya over the bed!” He scolded, running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner while transforming out of his demon form.

“You didn’t have to drag me out the classroom and all the way here, Mammon! I was finally making new friends but you and your brothers just had to ruin that for me! What is wrong with you guys?” She yelled.

“We do it for you!” He burst out. “None of us would know what to do with ourselves if you got hurt! The seven most powerful demons and we can’t protect one human? Especially me, alright? I’m the second most powerful and yet I still feel like I’m lacking for you...I’d go insane if anything happened to you, MC,” he trailed off towards the end as he sat on the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. She went quiet at his outburst, realizing he was crying when she heard small sniffles.

Scooting closer to him, she removed his hands from his heads and tipped his face towards her. Putting both hands on his face, she used her thumbs to wipe off stray tears. “Mammon, you’re not lacking, okay? You’re the most protective of me, the one who’s always there beside me, and my best friend. You’re my first, alright Mammoney?” She assured, looking him in the eyes as she gave him a soft smile.

He looked at her with widened eyes as his cheeks reddened at her words, his eyes darted to her lips which caused her breath to hitch. Slowly leaning forwards, he stopped right at her lips and looked her in the eyes for approval which she shakily nodded at. Before their lips touched, Mammon closed his eyes and whispered: “I-I love you, MC,” before catching her lips with his. They passionately kissed, not much time passing before Mammon swiped his tongue across her lips for entrance which she obliged to as they entangled with one another. Their hands seeking out each other, her hands dipping underneath his shirt as he gasped at the temperature difference while he pushed her down on to the bed. Running his hands down her curves as he took it upon himself to give her new hickeys on her neck where the old ones were at. She tugged his shirt over his head, in need to see his body as she gave him hickeys of her own on his shoulders. He moaned into her mouth when she cupped his erection through his pants causing him to pull off her shirt and unclasp her bra before throwing everything aside. He looked at her flushed figure below him, soaking in her beauty as she looked at him with lewdly lidded eyelids. “I want to fully scent on you. Can I make love to you, my angel?” He whispered against her breasts as he went to work on sucking and nibbling at them. She nodded hurriedly.

He cupped and squeezed at her breasts, groaning just at the feeling of her underneath him. MC made a noise as she tugged at his pants along with her own, signaling that she wanted them off which he complied to quickly. Leaving them only in their underwear and making the tent in his boxers more apparent. He grinded against her damp underwear, a wet spot from his precum forming on his boxers at the feeling as they both moaned out. Gasping when she suddenly pulled down his boxers to let his cock spring free, he pulled her panties off her in one swift movement. Pure pleasure surged through them both just by seeing each other’s aroused parts. Mammon used two fingers to spread her in order to see how wet she was for him as he used his other hand to push her legs further apart. “Fuck, you’re so pretty down here too,” he cursed before automatically pumping two fingers into her which she let loose a cry at. He groaned as he felt her sucking in and clamping down on his fingers, relishing in the feeling before letting out a choked moan when she began running her hand up and down his shaft. “Shit, stop. I’m going to cum if you do that,” he threw his head back whenever she squeezed a bit harder on the head of his dick, knowing it was more sensitive there.

“A-Ah, I’m gonna cum too,” She moaned, grinding against his fingers as she rubbed her clit for release. The next thing they knew they were both cumming, her all over his fingers while he released all over her chest and stomach. The sight of her messed up hair, flushed face, and his cum all over her causing him to harden again. He sucked her essence off his two fingers with a pop sound as he moaned at the taste. “P-please, I’m ready for you, Mammon,” she pleaded before he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance before thrusting in with a loud groan. She threw her head back at the feeling of her walls being stretched, his length almost reaching her stomach.

“Fffuck, you’re so tight, baby. It’s like you’re tryna’ milk me dry,” he groaned as he held still on top of her, dipping down to give her a passionate kiss. “Can I move?” He asked softly, peppering her face with sloppy kisses as she nodded. He began to thrust into her, groans and growls leaking out his mouth while high-pitched moans and breaths came out hers.

“You feel so good, Mammon! You’re so big!” She praised which made him pound into her faster, making her lose her mind.

With every deep and passionate thrust, he chanted over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you, fuuck, I love you, baby,” before kissing her yet again. His words making her tighten around him, causing a string of curses to spill out his mouth as he transformed back into his demon form from how haywire his emotions were. “I’m gonna cum, okay baby? I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy and you’re gonna take it all, okay?” He growled, biting her shoulder as she threw her head back.

“Yes, yes, Mammon! Cum inside of me!” She moaned as she reached her high. Her eyes rolling back as she convulsed from how powerful it was, clamping down hard on his dick resulting in him teetering off the edge. He let loose a long high-pitched and loud moan as he released his seed inside of her, continuing to thrust to let it all out. He filled her up so much that his seed began leaking down her inner thighs mixed with hers.

Eventually coming to a stop, he pulled out and collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her, Mammon pulling away to rub his neck against hers nonstop. “I love you too, Mammon,” she sighed out, tired after that excursion. Surrounding them with his wings, he cuddled closer to her, not wanting any part of him not touching her as he reveled in her presence. After fully scenting, it’s as if an unknown barrier is broken down and it leaves the scenter very clingy and attached to the scentee hence why Mammon pulled her into the crook of his neck possessively and growled when he heard multiple knocks on the door.

“Mammon! Open up!” Levi’s voice yelled out followed by more bangs.

“We know you’re in there, you dog! We can smell your scenting from all over the house!” Belphie’s voice followed.

“I can’t believe you got to her first! You scummy demon!” Asmo whined. Their voices drifted away as MC’s eyes fluttered closed and she further snuggled into Mammon’s protective hold.

“Go ahead and sleep, babe, I’ve got ya,” Mammon whispered and that’s what she did, deciding on facing the consequences tomorrow.

Eek, I literally feel bad about writing smut about Mammon I don’t think I can anymore bc hes my baby 🥺 but yeah, this was I guess more passionate than my past smuts I’ve written! Oh and I think I’ve already decided on who’s next ;)

Anyway, my requests are open and dry as a desert so I hope y’all can stop in & request what you guys want! My rules are pinned on my blog & are pretty lenient! 🍓

[zorkaya-moved]

plot please! ( we don't really interact much anymore and dfjgdkfg we need to change this )

@erratiomerula

plots ideas ! ( selectively accepting ! )

JESS YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIGHT. WE GOTTA FIX THIS IMMEDIATELY.

SALEOS.

Naturally, we gonna go down the Obey Me route. Let's think about these two women hanging out. Saleos can totally fucking sense (just like Jazz's Lucifer tbqh) that this girl is trouble in terms of being a cold-ass killer from the human world but she has to repress all of that while being a student. Imagine if these two would just hang out while going outside? They do not trust each other, but they want to learn things about each other. Zarina would try to survive and see what she can learn from Saleos' behavior along with what she needs to avoid, because she knows Saleos just like other demons besides brothers would eat her for lunch if not for the protection of Diavolo currently as an exchange student. Maybe they hang out while speaking about Devildom or Human Realm, maybe they're speaking about more grotesque things such as torture or Zarina learning maybe new ways to get out information in the human world. Maybe they're speaking about brothers and what they think of them, shits like that.

They can start from conversations like that and then go off. The problem is that Zarina clearly doesn't trust a word Saleos says and her resistance to charm and manipulation is pretty much going to be just... what makes Zarina step aside from Saleos is that, yeah, she can kill her. Obviously. She knows it. She doesn't want to be alone with her outside of House of Lamentations and if she doesn't have Solomon, Simeon and Luke, or any of the brothers by her side simply out of surviving tingles. She may not enjoy it, but she will never trust Saleos until there is a possibility of a contract or there si a way to stop Saleos from ever going after her life, so, lmao, that's how crucial Zarina's state towards Saleos is in this case as of now. She would be fun to talk to, but when it comes to her 'I need to survive this place,' she'd the last person she'd think of asking for help. Even Lucifer stands ten places above her in that case.

NYOKO/KANA.

Yo, the Yakuza and the Bratva. But for real, the two women who are boss' daughters and skilled to protect themselves women just hanging out together? Since Zarina seems to be older (as Kana's age is unknown but you wrote that it might be around 20), she might as well tell Nyoko more about what she'd experienced and seen. Mayhaps, they can speak about how their groups might be beneficial for each other and maybe Zarina is in the city with her father at the meeting between their fathers/bosses for the future alliance between their fams/clans. It'll be interesting to see how they are different and how they approach the situations differently along with cultural shock and some cultural exchange! I know it's not a lot, but since I do not know how Kana will behave with Zarina yet, I just wanted to throw this possibility of them being asked to hang out with each other to keep an eye on another by their father behind their backs just to keep things tight and not have any problems between each other. Maybe they got ambushed by another yakuza gang, so these girls dealt with them skillfully and then went out for dinner while discussing their skillset. Things like that! Just underworld talks.

[jinxthejubilee]

We did it, lads!!

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This was the "something" that I've been working on these past few weeks. Hope you like them @absolutepokemontrash. It took me a really long time to figure out the color schemes, but I'm actually pretty proud of myself.

Just...don't get at me for the backgrounds. I had to MANUALLY paint those in on a PHONE, so don't judge me.

Anyway, for those who don't know or don't remember, the boys with pink hair and black hair are my Obey Me! OC's: Saleos and Naberius. I haven't focused on them a lot due to time constraints, but I plan to use them more during the summer.

The other two are @absolutepokemontrash 's babies, Cecil/Cecilia (brown hair) and Ash (white hair).

If these guys ever met each other, it would be nothing but chaos.

But anyway, I hope you like them, Scarlett! And uh, sorry for unintentionally redesigning Cecil. For the longest time, I thought they were wearing a turtleneck, but then I looked back at your ref. sheet and realized that it was a scarf. Sooooo....sorry about that!

[jinxthejubilee]

Saleos- Everyday Outfit Redesign

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I hated his every day outfit, so I sketched out a new one!

This was his first normal outfit. It was so boring that it bothered me.

I kept some elements of his old outfit. Mainly the shirt, sleeves, the straps, shoes, and overall puffiness of his shirt and pants.

I got rid of the belt and just made the shorts into overalls.

I made them striped and added frills to it.

I know that it looks awkward without color, but the hearts and weird shapes on his sleeves are supposed to be a gradient.

His design isn't there yet, but I'm getting there!

[jinxthejubilee]

Saleos - Reference Sheets

Before I show you all the other sketches for @absolutepokemontrash , I realized that I needed to introduce you all to my characters first.

Starting with Sal...

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Mythological Saleos: Saleos is Great Duke of Hell, ruling thirty legions of demons, however, he is pacifist in nature, and has the ability to have men and women to fall in love. He is depicted as a gallant, and handsome soldier, wearing a ducal crown, and riding a crocodile.

Obey Me Saleos:

Aliases: Sal, Sally, Cutie, Mini Cupid, Tattletale, Blabbermouth.

Character Information:

Gender: Male

Race: Demon, or Half Demon?

Birthday: February 14

Zodiac: Aquarius

Status: Alive

Preferences:

Likes: Finding love for others.

Dislikes: Dead flowers or animals.

Symbolic Animal

Hummingbird

Symbolic Color

Ummm...pink? Green? Brown? Those are the colors of his demon form so...

Personality: Saleos is a very loving, happy-go-lucky, and slightly socially inept demon child, who has just started attending school at R.A.D. with his best friend, Naberius.

Unlike Luke or Naberius, Sal has no fear or hatred towards angels, though whether that is due to his slight naivety of the world or his non-discrimatory love for everyone, is unknown.

What is known to everyone, however, is Sal's habit of shipping people together if he finds the pair to be cute, giving unwarranted advice on love or other matters of the heart, or reveal the emotions of whoever he is referring to, much to the dismay of everyone else. This is due to Sal's empathic ability that allows him to know the emotions of other people. Sal can be very oblivious to the distress of others when he reveals their emotions, though. He's only trying to help!

As he grew up in little cottage in the woods, Saleos adores nature and regularly tends to the animals nearby. If he ever finds an animal sick or injured, Sal is determined to nurse them back to health. But should the animal die or he finds one dead, he will give them burials and mourn the loss.

Background: Saleos grew up without any family of his own. He has a few memories of his mother, but she was not the most caring person and abandoned him at a young age, leading him to fend for himself. Despite that, he still tries to think of her fondly. It is because of his lonely early life, that he wishes to bring love and happiness to other people.

I haven't decided yet if Sal should be Asmo's son born out of a one-night stand due to having similar "love-based" abilities and characteristics to Asmo, or if Sal should just be an orphaned demon without Asmo attached. The way I see it, there are 3 main backstories I can go with:

Sal grew up in the Devildom alone as a half demon, with Asmo as the father and a witch who abandoned Sal a few years after he was born.

Sal grew up as a half-demon in the Human World, and is then summoned to the Devildom as a new exchange student for the second year.

Or finally, Sal grew up in the Devildom alone as a full demon with no knowledge of his parents.

Either way, he grew up basically alone, with only his pet and first best friend, Frabjous the Crocodile, as his companion. That is, until Naberius came along, who he met after Nab broke into his little house in the middle of the night to find food and shelter. But, if you pick the option in which Sal grew up in the Human World, he won't meet Nab until he arrives in the Devildom.

And that's Saleos! I do want to ask all of you who read this, which backstory should I go with for Sal? I genuinely can't decide on one, so I'm leaving this in your hands!

I'll post the second character, Naberius, soon, I just need to write up his info.

I hope you guys like my design, by the way. I tried to make it weird but still make sense? In a way? I don't know, Obey Me demon forms are weird. But let me know what you guys think! I'll see you all soon! Byeee! ��

[erratiomerula]

@lorddiiavolo​ said; ‘i can’t sleep’ sex

fifty reasons to have sex meme || accepting ↳ 1 ) ‘i can’t sleep’ sex

             Unfamiliar surroundings were always a terrible source of insomnia for a creature of habit such as she— the lavishness of the castle and the winding hallways and corridors doing nothing to help this matter as the quiet patter of bare feet sounds against marble tile. This was what happened when she agreed to Diavolo’s ( sometimes childish ) whims, and where she would place the blame if Barbatos happened upon her half naked form roaming the empty ways.

             ‘ He should be done with his work at this hour ’ is what she whispers to herself as the chill of unaccompanied air ghosts over scantly clad shoulders. Though large portions of the castle were still unknown to her, one might be willing to bet that she could find her way to the prince if placed at any end of the winding walls. She could not sleep in a place still so foreign, especially when housed separately, and it would not take her long to push the doors to his private chambers open without a word of warning.

             “ Little prince. ” Nickname almost crass slips from her lips, a playful tinge dripping in her tone as scarlet peers into his bedroom that was still very much lit. It takes but a moment to locate him with a book, comfortably seated in a plush chair by a half opened window. He starts to rise, but she’s already made it halfway across the room— pausing him in his actions with a mere gesture of her hand. An even shorter amount of time passes before she slides onto his lap, legs overlapping his thighs and arms loosely hooking around his neck. “ I can’t sleep. Take responsibility. ”

             Slender fingers take no time in unbuttoning his shirt, his large hand caressing her waist sliding to her thigh— she had practically delivered herself in the form of a present with plenty of skin already bare, but that suited them both just fine. Saleos was very blunt when she wanted something, and Diavolo had long since figured as much out. It appeared that neither of them could sleep, and what was better to do than tire themselves out to rectify the issue?

             Low growls leave their throats as the dance kicks in, her revealing sleepwear pulled aside where his shirt was pooled behind him in the chair and pants unzipped and open. “ This is what happens when I don’t get to sleep in my own bed. ” Nothing more than a bratty comment as her teeth ghost over his throat in the perfect place to feel the vibration from a low chuckle that rumbles from within. She was tired, but unable to sleep, and that made the demoness impatient and uncharacteristically bratty and demanding. Impatience shows itself with the ever present rolling of her hips and the low keening groan whenever his hand or lips strayed from her skin. With their rapid rate, it isn’t long before the demon prince is erect and ready— amused by new behavior and equally housing the desire to make his demoness behave.

             Tanned hands rest low on her hips, pushing her down upon his length as sharpened nails make patterns along his shoulders. Instinctual growl rises from her throat with a mix of slight discomfort giving way to pleasure as he enters. A tired huff falls from her lips, followed by a nipped kiss to the very edge of his mouth. Satisfaction at her success is lazily flowing in her veins even as she begins to move— setting out her pace as she begins to ride him. Would it have been more convenient if they had moved to the bed? Maybe, but she would enjoy dictating their pace when she desired passion over roughness.

             Warmth from his skin melts over her own as they continue to roam each other’s forms, movements less hurried and carnal. Groans, moans, and growls whisper past the open window and they revel in each other long past the time when either of them were supposed to be asleep. Saleos knew they could go for hours if left alone, even as her pace increases with his knowing touch and enchanting murmurs.

             “ Fuck me until we get tired, even if the day starts before then. ”

[erratiomerula]

Brief addition to Saleos’ OM verse background

             I haven’t added this to her actual verse page yet, but I’d like to extend just a wee bit about her background as we’ve since learned more about the Celestial Realm, angel ranks, and a tiny bit about some other angels.

              Saleos keeps a bit to her main story in which she was once an angel of Heaven that fell, in this verse, around the same time the brothers did. She crawled into the shadows and worked her way into the woodwork of the Devildom with her shop that sells all things magical and cursed, as well as being fundamental in finding information that others would best well keep hidden.

            But what about when she was still an angel?

            ( Again like her main verse ) her name was Chthonia as an angel, and she was Raphael’s throne— aka personal assistant. Now the game hasn’t actually given us any real canon information about Raphael, but in Christianity he is ‘ known as the resident angel of healing, Archangel Raphael makes his presence known during times of recovery, recuperation – even mental or emotional discomfort. His name translates to “God heals” or “he who heals” ’. Also ‘ Raphael is “the angel of the spirits of men,” and it is his business to “heal the earth which the angels [i.e., the fallen angels] have defiled.” ’ This is why it’s so ironic that she became an absolute harbinger of chaos the moment she fell.

             Though not often discussed, save with for a few people on discord, Saleos essentially went on a rampage in the human realm when she first fell until Diavolo ( @lorddiiavolo ) basically showed up like ‘stop being a piece of shit or I will have to smite you’. She did as much damage to the land and people as she could until the last moment, which is where she slinked away and stayed hidden— and this series of events is also thought to be why her wings are nigh unusable to this day, as she was seriously injured and never sought help to fix it.

              Her appearance as an angel was softer— with honey brown hair and blue eyes that held a hint of lavender. She was known as Raphael’s throne and was well liked for her kindness and melodic voice. Her knowledge of healing as an angel made her adept in poisons and certain spells as a demon. The kindness and empathy she had accustomed herself to as an angel also morphed to a twisted understanding of how the general mind works, and it leads credence to how she can pick people’s ( and demon’s ) brains so well.

            Essentially, Saleos did almost a complete change after she fell— and Raphael likely looks upon her as a blight after twisting all of the things he had taught her.

[erratiomerula]

             Sits in her cozy shop corner with all the cursed weapons and grimoires.

[erratiomerula]

@lorddiiavolo​ said; 💜+🤲 (cupping the side of her face :P)

touched starved prompts || accepting ↳ 💜 - tucks my muse against their chest & 🤲 - cups my muse’s cheek(s)

             If you had ever asked her before if she'd even dreamed of being in the demon prince bed, Saleos likely would've scoffed and refused to dignify the inquiry with anything proper of a response— but that was exactly where she was at now. Sheets felt like a warm whisper against her skin, his presence so close beside her still a reminder of how ODD and WHIMSICAL fate was. When she had fallen all those eons ago, and eventually set up her shop with the intent to remain in the shadows, not even an inkling of this situation had ever entered her head.

             Scarlet lazily flicks to his face after taking the time to roam over his figure bathed in silken sheets as her own was— and she finds golden irises already trained on her with such intrigue and warmth that she feels as if she were a tempered sweet on a hot summer day. Never had she sought to find such a gaze to lay upon her, but it was as nice of a feeling as him reaching out to pull her to his chest with a mere tug to her waist. Raven tresses pool around her as she lays her head to rest upon his bicep, taking in a now familiar scent as his hand glides from her waist to rest upon pale cheek.

             Dark lashes droop with content of fixated gaze— intense and lingering while warming the darkest parts of her inner world. The way he looked at her seemed to make all the pain and inherent shame she had felt falling worth it, even if it HAD been a journey that she hadn’t thought she wanted to get here.

            “ ...You make me feel like I’d destroy the three worlds for you. ”

[erratiomerula]

@lorddiiavolo​ said;

guess who!? it's santa! scramble that and you get satan- but not wrath satan, no. it's none other than the devil himself -- "Saleos!" he didn't bother to look and see if the shop was open or if she was even around, he was certain he'd find her here. "Merry Christmas!!!" he's got a gift! inside she'll find one of the cursed artifacts that /should've/ gone to his castle but he figured she'd appreciate this gem especially during the holidays.

             Pupils dilate to slits the moment she hears her name shouted— very clearly from quite a ways OUTSIDE her shop. Did the man completely forgo any sense of REASON? How was she supposed to be able to live in the shadows if he pulled stunts like these? A sigh slips past tinted lips as she lowers a stack of aged parchment gently to a table’s surface, making her way to the front desk just as Diavolo practically slams a box onto the counter with a greeting that almost makes her lips curl into a snarl— ALMOST. ( She hated her FATHER more than she might have honest reason to, but the box did catch her eye. )

            Without yet a word spoken, scarlet focuses on the box with intent, slender fingers finally reaching out to undo a bright red ribbon. A pause is taken, eyes widening just a fraction in surprise, before she carefully picks up the cursed item to examine with a calculating gaze that came from being a dealer in such arts.

            “ Not that I’m not grateful for such a rare artifact, but shouldn’t this probably be...I dunno, in your vault? ”

            Even as the words leave her lips, she’s carefully weaving a spell over the item— lazily motioning the prince to follow her as she intends to place the treasured item somewhere SAFE. It’s only when she’s properly stored it that she gives him her undivided attention, making an effort to soften her expression with a sigh. “ I appreciate it. That’s one item that won’t end up on my shelf, but it’s not like I prepared anything for you. ” I don’t celebrate. Scarlet languidly surveys her back room, searching to see if there just MIGHT be something suitable she can offer in return.

            “....What do you want in return? ” She knew Diavolo wasn’t necessarily a demon of material possession— as the PRINCE, why would he need to be? “ I’ll offer you one request that I can’t turn down, use it wisely little prince. ”

[erratiomerula]

@lorddiiavolo​ bc it’s necessary

           Incantations and spells weaved into and from existence as the demoness made her way through the quaint aisles of her small store— a building kept out of the way and largely unknown by the masses of the Devildom populace. ( And for good reason. ) Magic was ever present in her space occupied by cursed items and grimoires alike, to the point that she knew most of her limited clientele quite well.

            Words spoken in a nigh dead language come to a light hum as she continues making rounds and marking things off her list, occasionally removing an item from the shelf to hold for a customer’s order. She can SENSE him before the chime to her door even begins to vibrate through the room, and her humming ceases immediately— though she continues to leisurely take stock before rounding to the front area of her shop.

            “ Have you come to drag me into another unsolvable case of yours? ” Smile upon painted lips matches her tone— heavily drenched in sarcasm and mocked politeness as scarlet falls upon his figure.

            One would think she wasn’t talking to the PRINCE, but she was.