#saleos

[esthercore]

Mean tops who drags you into an alleyway and rail you hard against the wall whenever they're in the mood and spot you in public or see you cozying up to someone else.

Mean tops who like stripping you almost entirely during the action while they are almost entirely covered up (except their dick duh), loving the way your skin flush up, and the tiny whines of fear of someone walking in (most of them don't care).

Mean tops who let out a laugh as you ask them to pull out before they climax, hah as if they ever will, silly you, you should know by now they won't be listening. Tho they looooove seeing you beg.

Mean tops who send you back home with a final spank on butt, as you redress, their cum still filled up inside you, dampening your underwear as you walk, while they merely go on about their way. If they are feeling extra and/or have time they might escort you back themself, a smug look plastered on their face as you squirm when a bit of their cum drip down your thighs.

Mean tops who later bring you your favorite desert or take out and give you cuddles at night cause despite being a meanie in bed they still care for you a lot.

(HSR) Jing Yuan, Bladie, Sampo, Dr ratio; (GI) Kaeya, Dottore, Wriothesley; (WUWA) Scar; (DOL) Whitney, Avery; (SW) Alex (ROW by @rotting-ink) Emil Rawllin, Simeone Della Rovere, Saleos

[nellas-art]

Happy 2nd Anniversary Cult of the Lamb!

Prompts under the readmore.

[rotting-ink]

*giggles and twirls my finger through my hair* Sooo, do our lovely LI have any kinks and what are they?

oh lots but we gotta keep it short and snappy, dont we?

Book 1:

L Rawlins- It's a secret, but Primal Play. They act like they're too in control and good to want to resort to animalistic ways but god, they're so repressed and would love to fuck the MC in werewolf form.

Seir- Worshiping but in a humiliating/degrading way. Cooing at their master for their lovely hole, their pretty chest, perfect for being used, all the while dragging their claws over their sides.

V De Winters- Big part is knifeplay. They enjoy watching you squirm as they press the cold blade against your skin, but wouldn't want to hurt you. Also loves watching you squirm against restraints.

Z Chambers- They adore sensory play. They're also a switch, so if you want to take turns being blindfolded, they're ALL for it. Also gags, bondage, anything that adds to the experience.

S Della Rovere- Public sex. If they're not allowed to tuck their hand into your undergarments in the corner of a bar, then what's the point? They love risky sex.

Book 2:

Saleos- Petplay. They want to be the one in charge of taking care of you, they want to become the master and you their familiar. They want you in a collar at all times, even a subtle one.

Starling Knight- Clothed sex, usually semi public that's rushed. They're busy but god, they could kiss you if you come visit them and you two can have a quickie.

A. Lancaster- Predator and Prey. Look, they help hunt down the Witch. What makes them think that A doesn't want to do the same in a relationship? You get an hour to escape into the forest or the town. And no matter what, they'll truss you up and have their way with you. Safeword and tap system in hand though.

Book 3:

Quincy Beaumont: God, what AREN'T they into? They're the kinkiest. They love toys, they love public sex, they love all pleasure. But most of all, they love marking. They need you covered in hickeys and bites at all times.

D. Woolf: Slow, intimate sex. They're not that kinky, and in fact, the most submissive of the group. Just use them. Use them however you want. Fuck them, sit on their face, ruin them. Please.

E. Rawlins: They love taking you to extremes. Edging to overstimulating. Scenting you by rubbing their cum into your skin. Biting and making sure to ruin you for anyone else.

[cconfusedkat]

What today's prompt will be in summary ;;

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Baby's first corrupted follower!! I healed Saleos after a few minutes though.... so unnecessarily expensive sigh

[siren-darkocean]

Sooo um I made some chaos in my Cult of the Lamb save

You're probably asking "Siren what on earth did you do?"

Um-

So Kallamar and Saleos have their second egg now

It's ironic because the first try took twice then now it was three tries for them to get an egg, I'm expecting the next to be like five times at the least to pull a 2012!TMNT Mikey reference - "Fifth times the charm" lol

[angrelysimpping]

Not only am I incredibly normal about @rotting-ink 's Rot of Witchwood, but I'm *also* incredibly normal about the two demons, mhm mhm 😖

Contents: GN Saleos, (they/them); Saleos has a cock but I 1000% feel like they'd have a strap on that they'd still refer to as as their cock; GN Reader/Witch, (you/your); pet play; the witch has a collar; begging; slight pain; toxic relationships

Words: 865

Your thighs ached from having fucked yourself on Saleos for what must have been well over an hour by now, but that didn’t matter. They just watched you, gold eyes flashing with a small smile as you rode them. They didn’t even touch you, help you. Saleos, for all the time you’ve been humping their cock, looks unbothered. They could just as easily be watching a show at the opera right now for how unruffled they looked.

Arms looped around their shoulders, you tuck your head into the crook of their neck, inhaling their scent as you keep moving. Hole puffy and sore, pain mixed with pleasure, exactly what Saleos loved to shower you in. They chuckle low as you groan, thighs trembling. Your fluids stain your skin and Saleos’ clothes, cum and drool and tears. Later they’ll tease you about what a messy pet you are, as if they didn’t get off on having you naked in their lap while they were fully dressed.

“So good,” you slurred into their skin. You lean back from their neck, try to meet their gaze. Eyes hazy, you can see a spark of something in those golden depths as they hook a finger under your collar, tugging you closer to them.

Their teeth flash in the low light as they smile, hummed words rumbling in their chest as they speak, “Yes, pet? You feel good?”

Their words curl in your ear, and you shudder as you nod. “Good, s-so g-good.”

They laugh again, tongue flicking out to lick over your neck, the skin right above your collar. Their collar. Saleos’ collar decorating your throat. You whine at the contact, tongue still somehow hot against your burning skin. You try to press closer to them, to seek out the safety that had been hiding your face in the hollow between their neck and shoulder, but they don’t let you.

“Go on my pretty little pet witch, tell me more.”

You sob, brain struggling to find the words you needed. “So g-good. You, you m-make me feel s-so good.”

They give a low hum of encouragement, making a small gesture for you to continue.

You know what they want, and you're in no position to deny them. Any restraint you had left, any shred of dignity that once stilled your tongue, died.

“Fuck, Saleos.” You let a high pitched whine, angling your hips so the tip of their cock presses against a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “Fuck,” you sigh again, eyes rolling back as you chase that pleasure. “You m-make me f-feel so good. O-only you make me feel l-like this.” You hiccup, vision going fuzzy. “G-God, you. Only you. Saleos. Saleos.”

You keep babbling, unthinking as you go on and on. Saleos lets you, their grin widening all the while.

Soon, you're not saying any words at all, just whining and making tiny, unintelligible sounds as your hips keep moving.

Saleos let go of your collar, and you let your head loll back. Every little sound you make seems to reverberate in the room, chest heaving as you keep bouncing yourself in their lap.

It's now that Saleos finally touches you.

A shudder racks your body as their hands ghost up your sides, fingers tracing over your stomach, ribs. Every inch of your skin tingles, craving their touch, and you can't help but let out a pathetic, choked sound as there's hardly any pressure behind their touch, a phantom fragment of feeling. That is, until nails scrape over your nipples, slow and cruel.

“Saleos,” you gasp, brain going utterly silent as the euphoria of their touch overwhelmed you. “Saleos, please.” The air feels heavier against your skin as your head spins. Almost delirious, you continue. “Please, please.” You don't know what you're asking for, what you're begging for. But it feels right, like you're doing exactly what you're meant to do. “P-please, please, Saleos.”

You keep begging, thighs shaking, straining as you finally start to reach the end of your stamina. Chanting, it starts to feel like those are the only words you know, the only words you need to know: your owner's name and how to plead with them.

Their hands leave your chest and in one quick, rough motion, they curl two fingers under your collar and yank you down so your pleasure glazed eyes look into theirs. You could get lost in them. Deep golden honey. The sun itself. Warmth and life, rich and endless. The eyes of the demon who owned you.

“Cum for me, darling.”

That's what you needed. What you'd been unknowingly begging for. Your orgasm rips through you violently, a high pitched keen ripped from your throat.

You collapse forward, each breath more a sob than anything else. Utterly spent, you press your lips to the soft skin of their neck as you struggle to form two more words before you slip into unconsciousness.

“Th-Thank y-you.”

If you'd managed to stay awake, maybe the light in Saleos’ eyes and the sharp grin on their face would make you rethink choosing them as your mate. Yet, as it was, you were blissfully unaware, cocooned in their scent as you finally rested.

[equinoxartz]

If there is someone shipped with Kallamar that I forgot about tell me and I'll think about it.

[appledummyady]

Ah yes, Saleos gijinka.

[nuggetland]

horses horses horses

my little ocs :)

egon is a belgian warmblood, keva is a mustang, saleos is a kladruber, aie is an american paint and miasma is a black forest horse

will draw proper ref sheets for them at some point probably

[whorlywhorl]

them

[templeofoccultpractices]

19-DUKE SALLOS

Enn:Serena alora Sallos aken

Other names:Saleos

The Nineteenth Spirit is Duke Sallos (or Saleos). He is a Great and mighty Duke, and appears in the form of a gallant soldier riding on a crocodile, with a ducal crown on his head, but peaceably. Comparable to Rosier in the Dukante Hierarchy. Sallos can be invoked during marriage ceremonies. He causes the love of women to men, and of men to women; and governs 30 legions of Spirits.

Call upon Duke Sallos for

⬩Love magic

⬩Marriage ceremonies

⬩Relationships

⬩Ask Duke Sallos what he can help you with.

⊱•━━━━━━⊰In Ritual⊱━━━━━•⊰

Enn:Serena alora Sallos aken

Sigil:Posted above

Plant:Aster

Incense:Sandalwood

⬩Green candles and objects

⬩Do ask him yourself what he likes⬩

⬩It is important to learn protections before trying to work with any spirits. You can get tricksters and parasites if you don't.

Cleansings- cleaning your space of negative energies. You can burn herbs or incense for this.

Banishings- forcing negative energies out of your space. The lesser banishing ritual is one of the most commonly used.

Warding- wards keep negative energy out of your space. Amulets, sigils and talismans do this.

Set up a your space and do a cleanse and banishing. Have wards up in your home. Meditation is to calm yourself and get your mind ready. The sigil (symbol) is what you draw on paper. The enn is what you chant or say to call forth the spirit.⬩

[nellas-art]

Not just a God.

[rotting-ink]

What are the ros ultimate fantasies? If there was no judgement form the witch, what would they want? Whether that's sexual/domestic, just plain fluffy. Their ultimate fantasy

L Rawlins: A family. Found or blood, they don't care. Yes, the pack is a family, a big family, but they want an immediate family, the one they wake up to every day, the one they care for in the morning before they head off to make sure the rest of the family is okay and is thriving. Will have blood kids or adopt kids with you, or even lets you bring in your friends to live with them, as people you consider siblings or such. If not kids, lets get a shit ton of puppies then.

S Della Rovere- To head away from how cute L is, S just wants a week long fuck fest, you two drinking each other's blood, and fucking the days away.

Z Chambers- ... They want to come back to life and give you a proper life, but what can we do? Will settle for getting to go invisible mode and seeing if they can fuck you semi publicly.

V De Winters- Wants to forget their entire life for a day. Help them forget until they have to go back home. They want to feel completely safe and alone with the Witch.

Seir- Honestly, they don't have that many fantasies. Just scritch under their chin and they're happy.

Saleos- Let them treat you like a pet for a whole day. Completely in charge of what you do and wear and everything. Happiest mink in the west if you do it.

Starling Knight- No work. No work for a weekend. No hospital, no morgue, not first aid. They can sit, quiet and relaxed. Gets to catch up on reading. Fresh tea, not cold. Lies against you or you lie agaisnt them. Bigger dream is to escape for a month to Egypt. Let them go home man.

A Lancaster- Truly? They gave up fantasies and the future for their order. But let them predator and prey chase you down for a bondaged fuck fest in the woods, and they're pretty damn happy.

E Rawlins- fucking and kissing and sucking and fucking and cuddling and and and and

Quincy Beaumont- Let them plan the perfect weekend. Serenade you. Take you to the most expensive places to eat and spend your nights at parties, usually masquerades. Then have slow sex at home.

D Woolf- Just.. Be with them. They want to live with you, spend all day with you. Show their research to you. Read together. Cook together. They want domesticity and no anxiety.

[daily-new-vessel]

“Back to the Cult”

[fuzzy-oooze]

I'd love to get some digital artist to draw my boy Saleos but I don't have money if you couldn't tell

[angrelysimpping]

IM SO VERY NORMAL ABOUT ROT OF WITCHWOOD MHM MHM @rotting-ink can confirm, I promise

Contents: GN Seir, they/them; GN Saleos, they/them; GN Reader/Witch, you/your; fingering, reader receiving; caught; slight voyeurism; main pairing is Seir/Witch with implied Saleous/Witch, could be one sided on Sal's side or could be building up to the love triangle

Words: 137

Squirming on Seir's fingers, knees hooked over their thighs. On display to anyone who might wander to your cottage. And that's exactly what Seir wants, a smile curling across their face as they sense Saleos approaching.

Maybe you sense it too, twisting in Seir's lap, pressing your face into the crook of their neck. It makes the scene Saleos walks into both tender and obscene in equal measure. Sloppy squelching of your hole getting mercilessly stretched open, stuffed full by your familiar's fingers. Yet, panting into Seir's neck, slurred words of praise and encouragement, pressing the occasional kiss to their throat.

Seir's silver eyes flash, victorious and gleeful, as Saleos scowls. Yet, there's a stubborn light in the other demon's gold eyes as they slink further into the room instead of scurrying away as Seir had wanted.