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Your husband wants to try something new in the bedroom
Warnings: smut, handjob, fingering, established relationship, Asgardian!reader, both are a bit switchy, Loki’s got a very tiny pain!kink
WC: 1.3k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
“I wish to try something new tonight.” He whispered into your ear, his thin lips pressed tightly to your lobe so as to not alert anyone else around you to your conversation. A shiver of anticipation rolled down your spine as a cold hand came to rest on your lower back, letting you know just how close he was.
“Make your excuses, come to our chambers.” And just like that, he slipped away, his long fingers trailing along your wide hip as he disappeared into the crowd. Your smalls dampened with arousal. What did your prince have planned?
With as much politeness as you could muster, you excused yourself from the gaggle of women you always seemed to be entrapped in during these celebratory dinners, and all but ran to the isolated wing of the palace that you called your home.
Your physical relations with your husband started long before he was officially courting you and by the time you were wed, he had already claimed you in every way imaginable. Your personal favourite had been when you mounted him on his father’s throne, worshipping your husband as your king. Your lower stomach fluttered with excitement as to what he had in mind tonight.
The large, dark doors opened on their own as you approached, letting you slip inside your darkened rooms quickly. Half-used candles were scattered over various surfaces, casting a dim glow over the bed.
Out of habit, you began to undress from the stuffy gown chosen for you but you were stopped by the sound of your husband’s voice. “Don’t. I wish for you to remain clothed.” You cast a puzzled glance his way, but you obeyed, your hands falling to your sides.
“There’s a good girl.” He purred, drawing closer to you. Unconsciously, you leaned into him, your back coming to rest against the hard muscle of his stomach.
“Pray tell, what do you wish of me husband?” Yet your voice held no bite or snark, coming out as a mere whine, your arousal overwhelming. His fingers curled around your wrist and brought your hand up to his mouth.
His left arm wrapped itself around your plump waist, drawing you back to him even more. “I desire to touch you wife and for you to touch me.” Confused, you allowed his touch to wander lower, the coldness of his hand seeping into your gown.
“That is nothing new husband, I daresay that all of Asgard has witnessed our affection for each other.” He smiled wickedly behind you.
“Oh my dear, tonight, we are only touching each other. I will not take your perfect little quim.” That was most certainly new. No matter what new position you tried, whatever hole he used, he always spilled his seed deep inside your cunt when he was done. You looked back at your husband curiously.
Loki’s face was downright mischievous, as if he were plotting a trick or a plan for battle, but his blue-green eyes were soft, asking for your consent. Gently, you pulled from his hold, catching his left hand before it could fall. “Come husband, let us play your game.”
“Your hands are truly magical.” Loki groaned as he bit into your exposed shoulder, shivers of pleasure rolling uncontrollably through his body. You could not respond, your own voice caught in your throat. The heat radiating from his length was almost burning your palm as you gently stroked him, unintentionally teasing the god while his own fingers were buried within you.
It was a sweet torture, to know his manhood was so close but he would not give it to you. He curled his fingers just right and you gasped into the stuffy air of your shared rooms. Your hips canted downwards, urging him even deeper though he would not obey. The pad of your thumb swept over the weeping head of his cock, sending a spark of pleasured numbness up his spine.
Loki growled against your skin while he retaliated with a cruel circle of your clit. “Please.” Your voice was shattered with your plea though he did not relent. This game, all of his tortuous pleasures, were to remind you that you were bound to him- your body, your mind, your soul, and most vitally, your ecstasy. He knew that if he pressed a little harder, pushed forward a little further, the knot in your belly would come apart like fireworks. But that was not his game tonight.
“What is it you want my queen? I cannot understand you when you mumble.” Your chest seizes with a hiccup. “Tsk I thought I taught you better than this. Speak clearly and I will give you whatever you want.” His lips traced the lines of your throat in gentle kisses as if he were urging your vocal cords to act without your mind to command them. His index finger pressed against that place deep inside you that made your plush thighs clamp down around his slim wrist.
“Your gifts always come with strings my love.” His free hand brushed the strap of your shift off of your shoulder, exposing one of your breasts to his hungry touch. He pulled at your nipple and you squeezed his cock even tighter in return. Something akin to a whine slipped from the back of his throat, but not being one to be so undone, Loki twisted his fingers within you and pushed you further to the edge.
“Then ask what my conditions are for letting you crumble in my arms.” A chilled breeze from the open window eased you back down to yourself. His cock twitched in your hand and you nearly broke. You wanted to beg him for more, to end this silly charade and just take you but you weren’t about to lose to your husband who would keep dangling your orgasm right in front of you without letting you go for hours. No, you would have to remind him of the monster he had created.
Just as he pressed his thumb to your clit once more, the tips of your fingers dug into the divot right below the crown of his cock as your left hand buried itself in his dark curls and tugged with your remaining strength. You felt him wilt against you, his ministrations against your cunt now pliant and obeying.
“Please my love, let me cum.” Loki shivered with pleasure and you could almost picture the look on his face; his eyelids drooped over his dark eyes, his lips parted, and his expression so dazed with love it could send you over the edge on its own. Your hand twisting down his length sparked something inside of him and suddenly your husband's fingers redoubled their efforts, scissoring and stroking within you.
“I love you.” He whimpered into your skin as you climbed higher and higher. His hips bucked up into your hand while yours rolled into his. Your shared peaks hurtled towards you, you moaned into his hair and he kissed along your collarbone.
“I love you!” You cried right as the room froze before you shattered, Loki soon followed, his cry hoarse as he spilled across your hand. Waves of pleasure rolled through you, though not as powerful as when your husband’s cock or tongue was within you, you were still gasping for air and thrashing in his hold. “I love you.” You repeated as you slowly came back to yourself.
“You are a vixen.” His seed was now cooling against your knuckles and his fingers pruned with your wetness, but with a flick of his wrist, you were both clean and properly dressed for bed. Loki tugged you to his chest as he settled against the mountain of pillows at the end of your bed. You curled into him, throwing a leg over his hips.
"Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl" 🌟MASTERPOST🌟
"Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl" is a series that follows Aika, a reluctant magical girl, her new friend, Zira and magical mascot, Hoshi. These days, all Aika wants is to be a normal girl but with her "nemesis" Eclipse and the all powerful Lady DeVoid causing trouble, that dream seems to be unlikely.
More under the cut!
CHARACTER BIOS
💬 47 🔁 2595 ❤️ 10759 · "Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl" Bios! · NAME: Aika (she/her)
AGE: 15
Main Protagonist
CV:
💬 49 🔁 2094 ❤️ 11284 · Relationship Charts!
Worth noting this stuff is subject to change as I develop but the vibes are there
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TURNAROUNDS
Aika + Magical Girl Form Turnaround
Hoshi Turnaround 💫
Zira Turnaround 🌙
Eclipse Turnaround 🌘
Lady DeVoid Turnaround 🖤
Miss Turnaround 🌎
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CHARACTER FUN FACTS
💬 50 🔁 967 ❤️ 4599 · IDWTBAMG CHARACTER FUN FACTS · Well, some fun facts and mostly lore or character relationship stuff. Under the cut!
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VOICE CAST
WHEW! Look at all these beautiful people. This was my dream cast from the get go and I'm so thankful that they were all willing to give me t
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COMICS
You're a Star!
Aika-n Do It
Serve + Voice Acted Bit
Sacrifice
Hands
Crush
Crumblr
Quit
Advice
Kill
Touch
Cope
Purple Moons
Scars
Horns
Broken Phone
Photo
Makeup
Aika Plush Campaign 01
Aika Plush Campaign 02
Hoshi Plush Campaign
MISC. CHARACTER STUFF
Aika Then and Now
Guardian Angel
First Encounter
Tennis Player Zira
Miss Tattoos
Miss Then and Now
Lady DeVoid Ear Wiggles
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OTHER
I have a lot of other artwork and doodles that I didn't feel were as relevant to put here but if you want to see them, they're under the tags I used below! So search them on my blog or my archive if you wanna filter out the asks and reblogs!
one thing i noticed abt sinners that really stood out to me was that none of the juke joint group thought of sacrificing sammie. like it didn’t even enter their heads.
even when sammie tried to sacrifice himself after remmick promises to leave once he has him, smoke (fresh after his second encounter with the newly turned stack, his twin brother who he did everything for for their entire lives, telling him to join them) pulls him back inside. pearline grabs onto him. slim mouths off to stack.
now, i know what you’ll say- “oh, smoke’s sammie’s big cousin. annie wouldn’t have give any of them up, especially sammie. pearline was in love with sammie. of course, they wouldn’t give him up”. that, i get.
but what about grace and slim?
grace and slim, in the film’s context, had no reason to not give him up. grace was deeply worried and terrified over what would happen to lisa, still alone in the town while she was stuck in the juke joint till sunrise, and by all means, slim had no obligation to protect sammie, or protect anyone in the joint, really. he could’ve offered, even half-jokingly, half-fearfully, to give sammie to them, or tried to get sammie to give himself up, again. grace could’ve, as well.
but what happened, instead?
grace doesn’t breathe a word about sammie, doesn’t even suggest they take the offer, even when remmick basically says that if they give him sammie, they’ll all leave (she doesn’t know if that’s true, but she doesn’t know it’s not). she screams, she cries in her grief and rage, but she only dooms the juke once her desperation reaches a fever pitch, once it enters her mind that her- their- only option is to fight, and take all of the undead down with them. she’s consumed and burning, but she doesn’t turn it into sammie, even if it would’ve made sense for her to do so.
and slim? slim goes out of his way to protect sammie, to take him under his wing. he tells sammie that he doesn’t have to worry, that the devil (remmick, in this case) will “have to go through his old friend, delta slim”. slim chooses to stay behind to buy sammie- to buy all of them-, a chance to escape, knowing he wasn’t going to make it to sunrise. but he did it anyway.
and that? that’s community. that’s solidarity. that, even, is family.
Summary: Hazel’s scarf leads to her meeting Frankie - three doors down.
Notes: Does Frankie have more angst? Would it be me if I didn't give this man some trauma? One day I won't, but today isn't that day. It won’t be super bad. I think. Happy to be back writing! ✍️ (Sort of, it's finished on Ao3 but I figured posting it here wouldn't hurt.)
A red scarf flutters in the wind as Hazel thanks the movers for carrying the last of her boxes inside. She turns and sees that it’s blown up and away on a strong gust. “Well that’s a strong start, losing my favorite one.” She huffs and picks up a box sitting in the doorway and eases her wide bottom in a folding chair. She wore red shorts that ended mid-thigh with a plain black t-shirt. Her red converses weren’t the best choice for moving day, but all her other shoes had been put away.
A new job didn’t necessarily require a change in address but it was for the best. Her last workplace hadn’t been good for her. Hazel was excited about her new place. There were some people are around, not crowded and not deserted. It appeared they all lived in this apartment building and most were congregating near the grill, some playing chess and some children on a small playground.
It was nice to a see people comfortable to be outside. An improvement already.
“Good afternoon Miss. This is yours right?” A broad man stands before Hazel. He’s not threatening, at least his voice isn’t. She can quite see his face, the sun is high in the sky and the glare is harsh. Trying to squint, she hears him chuckle and he moves to the side of her doorway, making it easier for her to see him. Met with abundant midnight curls, hickory brown eyes with small crinkles at either side. They seemed to echo the large smile he had on his face. The closed hand that appeared made hers look like a doll’s, there was a sliver or red poking out of it. Hazel nodded and watched as he opened his hand fully to expose her red scarf that she thought had been lost.
Her loose bun fell apart as she shot onto her feet, dropping the box beside her and taking the scarf from the gentleman’s hand. Waves of ebony frizz framed Hazel’s face, she matched the stranger’s smile. “Thank you! I honestly thought it was gone for good. It might be silly but it’s important to me.” She held his gaze, caramel brown eyes matching her skin. He held up a finger and bent down, picking up her white scrunchie that had left her hair and the box she set on the ground. “Ah, that’s a second thing you’ve picked up for me. Thank you again. I’m Hazel and well I’m new obviously.” Taking her scrunchie from this mystery man, she felt like a klutz, he keeps picking up after her. “You didn’t need to get the box too. I don’t have anything to-“
His baseball cap shook along with his head, “It’s fine miss. Should I put your box inside?” Hazel nodded again and showed him the counter to which he set the box down. “My name’s Frankie. I live three doors down. I was coming out to see which old man was winning chess when your scarf caught me in the face.” He snuck his hands in his pockets, contemplating asking but the worst she could say is no. “Did you want to meet some of your neighbors? If you need some rest, that’s fine too. They’re out in the common grounds most days. Only if you feel up to it.” He added that last line so she won’t feel pressured. She already has some man she doesn’t know in her apartment.
“It sounds fun. I would like to get to know some people here. I-It sounds great.” Hazel realized she was repeating herself a bit but she almost slipped up, told him about where she used to live. She’s not that place. She’s out. No one knows or cares probably. Hazel ensured she had her keys and stuck them in her back pocket before leaving her apartment right behind Frankie. He lead her to the common area where everyone appeared to know Frankie.
Hazel went on the rounds of the commons with Frankie, he was making sure everyone knew who she was and that she lived there like they did. It was always better to know your neighbors, after spending a few hours out, Hazel said she was tired and Frankie walked her back to her apartment.
Kicking her shoes off, Hazel giggled about how well today had gone as she stared at the box Frankie had picked up for her.
It had small stuffed animals that she had collected over the years, the one that took up the most room was a catfish that one of her brothers had gotten her on their trip to New Orleans for their honeymoon. More than a few of the people she met today had called Frankie ‘Fish’ so she found it cute. Haze wrapped one of the long whiskers around her fingers as she slipped into bed later that night.
She giggled and thought about how much more handsome Fish was than this stuffed catfish. Her dream was an ocean of different fish wearing baseball caps that said all sorts of things. Hazel had to find the one that wore a ‘Standard Oil Heating’ cap. Rolling onto the floor into the morning with a thud, she never did find the right fish.
This right here is the one. The fic of all fics. I just know everything will be okay after reading this. If I’m having a bad day or need a quick pick me up? This is where I’m immediately coming.
I know this is just a taste and the beginning, but it’s immediately comforting and I can tell this is going to be my go to nostalgia pic me up, I need some Frankie Pedro pascal fic!
Summary: Hazel’s scarf leads to her meeting Frankie - three doors down.
Notes: Does Frankie have more angst? Would it be me if I didn't give this man some trauma? One day I won't, but today isn't that day. It won’t be super bad. I think. Happy to be back writing! ✍️ (Sort of, it's finished on Ao3 but I figured posting it here wouldn't hurt.)
A red scarf flutters in the wind as Hazel thanks the movers for carrying the last of her boxes inside. She turns and sees that it’s blown up and away on a strong gust. “Well that’s a strong start, losing my favorite one.” She huffs and picks up a box sitting in the doorway and eases her wide bottom in a folding chair. She wore red shorts that ended mid-thigh with a plain black t-shirt. Her red converses weren’t the best choice for moving day, but all her other shoes had been put away.
A new job didn’t necessarily require a change in address but it was for the best. Her last workplace hadn’t been good for her. Hazel was excited about her new place. There were some people are around, not crowded and not deserted. It appeared they all lived in this apartment building and most were congregating near the grill, some playing chess and some children on a small playground.
It was nice to a see people comfortable to be outside. An improvement already.
“Good afternoon Miss. This is yours right?” A broad man stands before Hazel. He’s not threatening, at least his voice isn’t. She can quite see his face, the sun is high in the sky and the glare is harsh. Trying to squint, she hears him chuckle and he moves to the side of her doorway, making it easier for her to see him. Met with abundant midnight curls, hickory brown eyes with small crinkles at either side. They seemed to echo the large smile he had on his face. The closed hand that appeared made hers look like a doll’s, there was a sliver or red poking out of it. Hazel nodded and watched as he opened his hand fully to expose her red scarf that she thought had been lost.
Her loose bun fell apart as she shot onto her feet, dropping the box beside her and taking the scarf from the gentleman’s hand. Waves of ebony frizz framed Hazel’s face, she matched the stranger’s smile. “Thank you! I honestly thought it was gone for good. It might be silly but it’s important to me.” She held his gaze, caramel brown eyes matching her skin. He held up a finger and bent down, picking up her white scrunchie that had left her hair and the box she set on the ground. “Ah, that’s a second thing you’ve picked up for me. Thank you again. I’m Hazel and well I’m new obviously.” Taking her scrunchie from this mystery man, she felt like a klutz, he keeps picking up after her. “You didn’t need to get the box too. I don’t have anything to-“
His baseball cap shook along with his head, “It’s fine miss. Should I put your box inside?” Hazel nodded again and showed him the counter to which he set the box down. “My name’s Frankie. I live three doors down. I was coming out to see which old man was winning chess when your scarf caught me in the face.” He snuck his hands in his pockets, contemplating asking but the worst she could say is no. “Did you want to meet some of your neighbors? If you need some rest, that’s fine too. They’re out in the common grounds most days. Only if you feel up to it.” He added that last line so she won’t feel pressured. She already has some man she doesn’t know in her apartment.
“It sounds fun. I would like to get to know some people here. I-It sounds great.” Hazel realized she was repeating herself a bit but she almost slipped up, told him about where she used to live. She’s not that place. She’s out. No one knows or cares probably. Hazel ensured she had her keys and stuck them in her back pocket before leaving her apartment right behind Frankie. He lead her to the common area where everyone appeared to know Frankie.
Hazel went on the rounds of the commons with Frankie, he was making sure everyone knew who she was and that she lived there like they did. It was always better to know your neighbors, after spending a few hours out, Hazel said she was tired and Frankie walked her back to her apartment.
Kicking her shoes off, Hazel giggled about how well today had gone as she stared at the box Frankie had picked up for her.
It had small stuffed animals that she had collected over the years, the one that took up the most room was a catfish that one of her brothers had gotten her on their trip to New Orleans for their honeymoon. More than a few of the people she met today had called Frankie ‘Fish’ so she found it cute. Haze wrapped one of the long whiskers around her fingers as she slipped into bed later that night.
She giggled and thought about how much more handsome Fish was than this stuffed catfish. Her dream was an ocean of different fish wearing baseball caps that said all sorts of things. Hazel had to find the one that wore a ‘Standard Oil Heating’ cap. Rolling onto the floor into the morning with a thud, she never did find the right fish.
it sounds like a joke but this is a genuine political belief of mine. you should be able to leave a situation you don't like. the government has no business trapping you in a relationship.
These interviews kinda say the same thing regarding how the cast built their relationship 👀
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These interviews combined with Michael saying, back in April 2025, he was still processing the characters and needed some time to shake them off. Keep in mind filming was from April 2024 to July 2024.
How long does it take him to shake off characters?
Does Wumni do the same thing? (seems like it)
Wunmi considers him family now, how cute, which member 👀?
I wonder if Ryan is going to do something like this again, knowing how Michael gets?
side notes:
sounds like Wunmi corrected herself to ensure she includes all three of them, despite it seeming like only her and Michael had such an intimate process.
See how Michael instinctively leans his head her way 👀. His body language is always so telling.
Extra side note: I wonder if Wumni was referring to this hand holding?!?
Full interview here: https://x.com/HelloBeautiful/status/1913686571926130769?t=0g4Z3Pxr8Wwz3XqLOTRHvw&s=19
I cut Haliee's part so I could upload the video. She said something sweet.
side side Note : adding the vibe article and a question....
what emotional scenes would Michael look for you Wumni?!? please tell me, I need to know lol.
