#yeah we're this self indulgent happy friday

[misc-obeyme]

okay okay I'm back with more self indulgent poly coffee au. Last time I said Lucifer fixed up the piano, and there's definitely another scene idea there, but I'm so excited about the Horror night one that I'm skipping the piano scene aksjdj. I even re-read the horror movie night devilgrams for research. Yeahhh, research,,,,(that one line from Mammon where he comments on MC's scared face lives rent free in my head). But I learned Mammon would have nightmares, and Solomon gets really into the plot.

okay so I think it'd be nice if the three of us meet on Wednesdays before I head to the record shop. Solomon brings his homework, but never gets much done, too happy to talk to us instead. Wednesday is the only day I wake up super early, all because I'm looking forward to hanging out for longer with the two of them. It gets me out of bed, but I have shown up looking groggy as hell some days. Record shop is open 11-7:30 Monday through Friday? And 11-9 on Saturday, but closed Sunday. The only reason it closes early is because I take the bus, and that's not something that's fun taking at night. Saturday night I stay at the shop (thinking of a mini storage/break room upstairs where I've set up a sleeping bag). Coffee shop I think is also closed Sunday, but Mon-Friday it's 7-3:30, with Saturday being 7-12 so he can get errands done. And then Sol has classes Mon/Tues/Thurs/Fri.

OKAY ANYWAY, WORLD BUILDING ASIDE, the three of us meeting on our usual Wednesday, and Solomon mentions this movie he wants to see. He says he has extra tickets because the people he planned on asking can't make it, it's a midnight showing on Friday. Says he understands if we can't since we both need to get up early the next day, but wanted to ask. I agree because I think it'd be nice to hang out outside of the coffee shop, and Mammon says he's not one to turn down a free outing. He can run on little sleep anyway, he's got espresso to help.

The three of us trying to figure out the logistics, Solomon saying he'll even pay for rides there and back home if needed. Mammon blurts out "Why don't y'all sleep over after?" and we both turn to look at him. He freezes and turns red, but he's already said it, he can't turn back now. "What? I-I got a car, I'll pick the two of you up, and y'all can stay at my place. T-That way, it's not too far from your shop, and your apartment, right?" "I could walk home from here, I wouldn't want to intrude-" "Yeah, I don't mind taking an uber-" "Walking at night can be dangerous, don't you know!? And you! Getting into a strangers car so late is even worse! I'll drive you both home if that's what ya want, but I don't mind having you two over." Solomon is fighting the urge to make a comment about it being like a date. I'm just happy to not have to wake up as early.

"Yo, why'd you want to go to the midnight showing anyway? Are ya that excited to see it?" "Haha, that's not the main reason. It's a horror movie! A midnight showing would be the most immersive." Cue me and Mammon freezing, giving each other terrified looks. Oh man.

Leading up to the outing date, Mammon and I are researching like crazy, only to find out it's the premiere. So there's no spoilers or ways to prepare. We're going in blind. I'm not one to watch many horror movies, the closest things being Saw, Final Destination (both of which I love), and I think a movie series called Paranormal Activity or something. But I always looked away during scary scenes during that. Yet I'm too stubborn to turn it off because I need to know the ending.

Friday comes, Mammon closes up and tries to take a nap to calm his nerves after stress cleaning to get everything neat for the sleepover. And no one planned it, but everyone has dressed up a little nicer than usual. Mammon's got a lucky watch that was gifted from Lucifer, and an open button up with the sleeves rolled up.

He gets in his car to go pick up Solomon, his heart hammering in his chest because Solomon is wearing a nice button up and maybe a sweater? And wearing cologne?? Please help Mammon, he is panicking, trying to reign it in as Solomon puts his overnight bag in the trunk. His voice cracks as he greets Solomon, and immediately begins driving to pick me up, turning up the music as a distraction.

Not sure what I'd wear, but I've got extra jewelry on because it makes me feel cool. Maybe a mesh shirt and a cardigan?? But I wear perfume, and I'm nervous without any clue why. I've got my wallet and my duffel bag, and snort when Solomon jumps out and opens the passenger door like a gentleman before climbing into the backseat. The drive is slightly tense, all of us nervous until I spot a car with a difference state plate. My friend introduced me to this game, and I instinctively bump Mammon's arm and call out the state, which breaks the tense atmosphere. The three of us fall into comfortable conversation until we reach the movie theater.

okay there's a really funny idea I have for the next part that happens during the actual movie. Solomon is going to be living his best life very soon OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

AHHHH I wanna know about Solomon living his best life!! Lemme guess, he's sitting between you two and something especially scary happens so you're both clinging to him out of fear?!? LOL!

Oh man, both of you guys not liking horror is so cute! I totally get it, I'm not a horror fan at all. I can't watch horror movies because I get so freaked out, I can't sleep for months. Books seem to be no problem, but movies for some reason I can't handle lol.

ANYWAY I also love how Mammon is coming up with reasons why you should both sleep over, that is so sweet - of course he's getting all overprotective! Walking at night! Getting into a stranger's car!! You're gonna give him a conniption!

And ohh Solomon being the gentleman and opening the door for you, that's adorable, too!!

As always, I will be pleased to know what happens next, but of course no pressure & no rush! I'm just enjoying this cute lil love story~

[cuddleslutloki]

uhhh don’t look at me. reader/thor. time to fuck your best friend’s dad. trans male reader, bj’s & vaginal sex (no afab language unless i missed a word, lemme know if i did) bc i’m being self-indulgent since no one can stop me.

The air is so muggy that your sweat just makes you feel hotter. Nothing is evaporating in this heat and humidity, it’s not possible. Your hair sticks to your forehead and your neck, and you’ve spent the last hour mostly just wiping sweat out of your eyes. 

Your skin is a little pink from the boat ride earlier, even with the sunscreen you were drowning yourself in.

You stand in front of the cabin’s big back window and look toward the lake, right at Thor checking that the boat is tied up properly. The lake glitters in the sun and reflects light all the way back into the cabin. Everything is so quiet you can almost hear his fingers sliding over the rope. Baldur went out to party and you would have gone, but you’re too tired. At least you told him you were. He’s so sweet it breaks your heart sometimes, so he just gave you a quick hug and told you he’d make sure at least six guys got your number. 

If they call you won’t answer. You didn’t take this trip with Baldur and his dad to hook up with guys for a bunch of one-night stands and new non-acquaintances on Facebook. No, you came because Thor invited you.

Sometimes you just can’t help your curiosity. The way he looks at you is so familiar, so plainly recognizable. Especially when his eyes dart away from your body when Baldur pops in. 

Thor starts heading back toward the cabin and you stay where you are, smiling to him when he tilts his head. Baldur said you were both going, yet here you are.

The back door slides open, then shut, and he stops where he is, leaning against the glass as he looks at you. His hair is short, recently cut, and it’s soaked with sweat, sticking to his temples as sweat drips down his body. Your eyes track a few drops that roll down his neck. Thor was your first crush, back before you ever knew you were a boy you knew you had to like them because Thor was too handsome not to like. He’s still too damn handsome not to like. Really, he’s gotten better with age. Maybe he thinks you have, too. A little fucked up, hoping you can get him in bed. Baldur will kill you both. It would be worth it though, wouldn’t it?

Thor takes a deep breath, his eyes sliding down your body. “Are you alright?”

You nod, then shrug one shoulder. “Didn’t feel like going out.”

A little smile twitches at one side of his mouth. “Ah. Well, you just graduated high school, you have plenty of time for parties.”

“So long as I don’t party like you did, right?” You quirk a brow and watch as he laughs from deep in his chest.

He pushes off of the door and points at you with a grin. “Exactly. Last thing you need is to be a father at sixteen like I was.”

“Well, I’m two years too late, anyway,” you reply, tilting your head, body swaying a bit, “and I don’t really like most of the boys who hit on me anyway.”

“No?” Thor asks, his eyes slide down a bit, then snap back to your face.

You shake your head. “Too young, usually.”

Thor’s eyes widen and his brows shoot up, you see it, but he covers it quickly. ���Liking older men can be dangerous.”

“Can be,” you agree, “but I think I’m good at picking them.”

Neither of you say anything, a soft silence falls between you. The birds outside are so much louder than they are back home, and the air smells like flowers and water. You wonder what he smells like. The two of you have been toeing the line for years. Hugs that linger just past what’s acceptable, a kiss to his cheek that lands just too low and hits his jaw, his neck. Crawling into his lap during a family movie night, or laying your head on one of his thighs. You wondered for a long time if he just put up with the crush you have because he’s nice.

You stopped wondering on your eighteenth birthday. He passed by you in the hallway as you left the bathroom and he headed in, asked if you were enjoying the party, and you answered of course. Then you asked if the birthday boy could have a kiss. A silly thing to say, and in truth you were joking, but he’d chuckled and cradled the back of your neck, drew you in, and kissed you right on the lips.

He moves away from the door, takes two steps in and stops when you take a step forward. You look each other in the eye, daring, asking. Is this it? Is this where the line is crossed?

You take another step and he stays as he is. Another and you’re right in front of him, close enough to smell the beer on his breath where his lips are parted. 

“If you tell me no, I won’t—”

He cuts you off by cradling the back of your head and kissing you right on the mouth. There’s already stubble coming in on his lips and jaw, it scratches your skin and makes you throb and ache. You’ve never fucked a man before, only boys, only imitations of this one kind, beautiful person who has had a choke hold on your heart since you were too little to understand why.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, pulling him closer as you suck his lower lip into your mouth. He groans and slides one hand down your back, feeling you as he grabs hold of your ass and squeezes. His fingers dig into your softness until it almost hurts but you wouldn’t dream of telling him to stop.

He growls into your mouth and all you can do is moan back, a yes, a please, begging without words because you’ve waited so fucking long for this.

Thor picks you up from the ground and turns around, takes quick steps to the dining table and sets you on it. Your legs part and grip his waist and when you grind forward you can feel his cock pushing against you. He’s already so fucking hard and your mouth starts watering.

You reach down and cup him with one hand, feel that he’s as thick as three of your fingers. He’ll leave you loose and sloppy and limping.

“You’re the reason I learned to give blowjobs,” you admit, a smile on your lips as you rub your fingers over the head of his cock.

The muscle in his jaw ticks and he tilts his hips into your grip. “Fuck, is that so?”

You nod, proud that he’s reacting, that you made him hard, that he wants you the way you want him.

He takes a step back and it’s all the invitation you need. You’re on your knees within a second, rubbing your face against his bulge, feeling him hot and hard for you. His trunks are draw string and fall right off when you untie the knot. He takes his shirt off and for a moment all you can do is stare up at him as he looks down at you, something soft and sweet in his smile.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young man,” he says.

You swallow and kiss the head of his cock, smear his precum on your lips and tongue his foreskin. There are ways to make yourself even more beautiful.

He gasps when you suck the his cockhead into your mouth. You close your eyes and wrap a hand around him, milking more precum out to savor the taste. Without your sight all you can sense is him. The scent of his sweat, the taste of him on your tongue, both mingling into something musky and sharp that has you wet and empty feeling.

You press your fingers to your lips and slide your mouth down his cock. Even with your hand around him the head of his dick threatens to meet your throat. 

Thor moans low and quiet, but so loud when there’s no other sound in the cabin. There’s nothing but the two of you and for a moment you let yourself fall into an old fantasy about a honeymoon with him.

You suck hard and feel him throb on your tongue, taste more precum leaking out of him.

He gently pushes your forehead until you pull off his cock and open your eyes. The look on his face makes you feel light headed. He looks hungry, powerful, like a king. 

You press one more kiss to his cock and then stand back up. He tugs your shirt off over your head shoves your shorts down and off and once you’re both naked he’s on you. Skin to skin everywhere you can touch and it feels so much better than you ever realized.

He puts you back on the table and reaches down to slide two fingers inside you. They fit perfectly, moving in and out as they fuck you and hit your sweet spot. You kiss him and feel heat and pressure building so fast, you’re going to cum so quick and normally you’d care about lasting but all you want is to cum for him, to be good, to give him what he deserves.

His thumb rubs you where you’re hard and your back arches, your clench on him, feel just a little of that good fullness you need. You lay back on the table, pillowing your head on your hand as he plays with you and works you over. Thor looks so good between your legs.

He slips a third finger into you and rubs you in a tight circle and there, there, fuck!

Thor moans and pulls his fingers out and you whimper when you’re empty. You look and see him spreading your slick on his cock.

You’re still cumming when he slides in, spreads you open until you’re whining and shaking.

You groan and your eyes roll as he keeps pushing in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He laughs, strained, and bottoms out inside you. “I’m not gonna last.”

He pulls out and snaps his hips, fucks you into the table until it’s scraping across the floor. His hands dig into your sides, fingers just hard enough to feel sharp where they’re pressing bruises into you. You wrap your legs around him and watch his face.

His brows furrow and his jaw ticks and you smile. “Are you going to cum inside me?”

Thor gasps and his eyes roll into his head, you feel his cock jumping inside you. 

“I am,” he tells you.

He stills and presses close, his fingers ease up and you feel a dull aching in your sides. You know you’ll bruise. Maybe he’ll kiss them later.

You stretch and sigh when he slips free. There’s some of him still in there, you know, still warm and sweet, all yours. His eyes slide down and look at you there. Taking dirty pictures has never really been your thing, but you can’t deny there would be a good thrill in seeing Thor’s cum dripping out of your body.

He helps you up and takes you to the couch, both of you still naked and sweaty, uncaring of who might wander past and see. It’s so warm in the cabin, even warmer wherever your skin meets. Thor plays with your hair while he holds you. Outside the weather is still mild, the sky blue and streaked with thin clouds. It’s perfect. 

[dearfellxwtraveler]

What inspired you to make a certain character? (For three muses of your choice~)

Original Character Asks || Accepting

Ft. Varren, Ry & Vasha

Varren

For Varren...they're basically my love letter to Marvel/MCU but also a "fix it" OC. I love Marvel/MCU but there are just some plot holes or things that just don't make sense (in my head) that I want to fix. The MCU has been one of my biggest comfort movie series (the first being The Hobbit/LoTRs series)...and I want all the characters of the MCU (save for a select few) to have happy endings. Mostly the main Avengers crew and their friends.

Mostly because I had an idea brought on from one of the Thor movies (Thor: Ragnarok) where Hela says the Infinity Gauntlet that Odin has within his vault is "fake". That got me thinking "oh? is it now?" which I know that Odin didn't actually have the real gauntlet because Thanos did at that point (well, he had it long before then tbh but still). However, Marvel is known for their unique lore and characters. I mean, they've like changed the lore for the stones so they're sentient now??? So, like....I'm gonna pull a Marvel and just.....retcon shit :). I've made a Gauntlet that's....not a gauntlet at all. It's cleverly named a 'gauntlet' to throw people off the trail of this powerful relic.

I thought it'd be a really unique idea and character concept, so I made it. They've been an OC I've had for years. Originally they were a self insert that I used to self indulge in self-ships and/or an easier way for me to rewrite the MCU. I made them not a self-insert to the best of my ability.

Ry Daevon

Originally a self-insert Sorcerer/Mage Witcher OC to give my comfort with my gender identity which eventually turned into a character all their own because they decided to take life and leave me behind. They are the Yen to my other Witcher OC that's actually a Witcher that's also a self-insert to feel comfortable with my gender identity. They say women can't become a witcher and while I'm biologically female...I do not identify as female nor do I identify as male...so what would the trials for the witcher do then? How would it react to someone that just doesn't identify as either of the main genders? Like, what happens? Anyways, back to Ry...yeah they just took the "I'm dropped into the Witcher universe and have magical powers that I have no idea how or why...but I don't pay a price for it bc I'm accepted and have accepted myself for who I am". I HC'd Ry to not have to pay the price that the other mages have when using Chaos because...well, Ry's magic isn't chaos-bound. It's not a give-and-take relationship. Ry has accepted who they are and with their parent figure within Aretuza accepting it as well as keeping their secret of where their magic comes from.

Vasha Kisne

Well, she's not original in the sense of like I made the concept myself. There are many Warriors of Light. Not everyone has the same story but still. I am still very passionate about my gal Vasha though. 8 years of story to go through and the story arc we're currently on ends this Friday (Dec. 3rd - well, at least for me as I have early access but likely will finish it that weekend). She's....she's just so exhausted from all this saving the world shit. Which is why I have a FF15 and Supernatural (tv show) verse for her because those two are also all about "saving the world". I just...she's such a strong female character in both physical strength and emotionally as well. She takes on this burden of being the world's savior without agreeing to it....she's saved the world 3 times over and soon (Friday/the weekend) for the 4th time. Well, at least MAYBE for a 4th time...she might actually do full-on self-sacrifice for the greater good. I will entirely keep y'all updated on that because man...this....this gal has been so fucking close to me for 8 years now because of this story. I love her so fucking much man. I will fucking ball my eyes out this coming Friday and the weekend for her and the story. I will not recover.