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I have vampire teeth in my Amazon cart...bc vampires are gender...
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You wish you were cooler... 4 years ago? Bc I'm like 4 years younger than you...
I absolutely LOVE your posts about Hanahaki! And I love the concept of it being more horrific, like seriously how scary would it be? Having it growing inside you, knowing you’re likely going to die, and every breath you take is both infecting those around you as well as lulling you into false security because of whatever chemicals it’s feeding your brain?
YEAH!!!!!! most of my conceps about hanahaki are STRONGLY inspired by a) just. biology things that i know and b) cordyceps fungus. like, that’s the same kind of thing! not with mammals, of course, w/ ants and other insects, and the infecting agent is a fungus and not a plant, but STILL!
i LOVE the idea that the whole unrequited love thing that’s so much of a focus around hanahaki actually has an incorrect cause to effect: it’s not the feeling that causes the disease, it’s the disease that causes the feelings. like, god, that drugged-up single-minded focus that someone might have in the later stages, all the horrible things that are happening to their bodies and they don’t feel it or even care because they’re so drugged up and obsessed, and hey, what better way to get someone to inhale particulate matter from your lungs then kissing?
like. i’ve seen people’s complaints about hanahaki as a concept because of the whole “unrequited romantic love will kill you” thing and how that could really fuck with the idea of meaningful consent (and like. what if the person the host is in love with doesn’t love them back? do they pretend? or do they live with someone dying because of their love?) and that’s all valid
which is why i’ve steered right into “hanahaki isn’t a reaction to romantic feelings, it’s the cause of them” because WHAT BETTER ANGST IS THERE THAN SOMEONE DYING BECAUSE A PLANT IS GROWING INSIDE THEM AND PUMPING THEM CHOCK FULL OF LOVE POTION LIKE HOT DAMN
Babe please link your Amazon wishlist with that sweater so I can gift it to you. You deserve it 😘
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Title: Collar
Fandom: MCU/Loki Series
Pairing: Lokius
Rating: Explicit (Established Relationship - Dom/sub - NSFW - SubSpace)
Word Count: ~3670
Summary: Loki gets an itch that needs to be scratched.
A/N: Thanks to @katiebug9 and this set, I decided to write something. Please enjoy!
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Loki stared at the small leather collar that he pulled out from his bedside drawer. He turned the leather over in his hands, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the weight of the collar against the palm of his hand. It was an item he’d yet to put to use, and could remember when it was given to him by his lover.
“When you need to get to this place again, put this on.” Mobius handed him a small velvet box. He opened it and saw that it was a collar. “Come and find me. Doesn’t matter if I’m busy. If I see you wearing it, I’ll stop what I’m doing and attend to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mobius.”
“Good. Now, would you like for me to put it on you, so you can see how it feels? Let me know if I need to get a larger size?”
He held the box out to him and nodded. “Please help me?”
“It’d be my pleasure, Loki.”
It had fit perfectly that afternoon. Loki had felt a sort of calmness that he only seemed to feel when he was in that zone that he was currently itching for. Touching the leather, he took a deep breath and put it around his neck. It took a few tries to get it on the right hole, and once it was set, Loki could feel the hairs on his arm beginning to stand up with the anticipated excitement that had begun to manifest inside of him.
Looking in the mirror, he saw that his collar wasn’t clearly visible, meaning he had to leave one button undone on his shirt. His tie, in turn, was also a little loose around his neck, needing to do that in order for the collar to be seen. His fingers were still trembling - from excitement or nervousness, he wasn’t quite sure. He’d never done this before - actively gone and sought out a partner when this particular itch needed to be scratched. But after that first scene that he and Mobius had shared together like this, he knew that he could trust Mobius to take care of him. And right now, that was what he needed.
He left his apartment and headed back up to the office in the TVA, feeling slight trepidation as he tried to convince himself that he didn’t need to go and bother Mobius with this right now. Mobius was probably busy working on a case, or he might be offworld right now. He didn’t know and that unknown was making his brain tell him that maybe now wasn’t a good time.
“Loki!” He lifted his head and saw the person that he was thinking about coming around the corner. As Mobius approached where he was standing, Loki could feel his heart beginning to race as he realized that soon his lover would see and then it would be anyone’s guess as to what would happen next. “Hey! I’m so glad to-”
Mobius stopped his greeting mid-sentence, which caused Loki’s stomach to free fall. But as he stood there, he saw Mobius’ eyes widen as he looked at his neck. Suddenly the collar felt too stiff, the leather not moving as he tried to remain as passive and calm as he possibly could.
“Are we heading out?” A Hunter appeared at Mobius’ side. “Mobius?”
It felt like the world had disappeared, and it was only the two of them staring at each other. “No, you go on ahead. I’ve got other business that I need to attend to.” Their eyes stayed locked as Mobius spoke, Loki no longer feeling that slight sense of claustrophobia as the collar around his neck felt like it wasn’t even there. “That’s an order.”
“Yes, sir.” The Hunter that was with Mobius headed back in the direction that they’d just come from, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.
His lover approached him, a pleased look on his face. “I’m so proud of you right now, Loki.” Mobius praised him, his body already beginning to slip into that zone he’d been itching to return to. He knew he could trust Mobius, and now that he’d seen why he was there, it made it that much easier. “Do you think you can walk back to my place? Or do we need to go somewhere private right now?”
“I can make it.” He spoke quietly, naturally submitting to his partner. “Do you want me to do something, Mobius?”
“I want you to walk behind me, two steps. When we get to the elevator, I want you to enter it, and then get on your knees.” Mobius reached up and cradled his face with his hand. Loki’s eyelids fluttered closed as he tried to suppress a moan from leaving his mouth. “When we get to my floor, you’re going to walk on your hands and knees all the way to my apartment. Do not disappoint me.”
Never wanting to do such a thing, Loki gave a strong nod of his head, the gentle touch of Mobius’ hand disappearing. He followed behind him by two steps, his heart starting to pound inside of his chest as they got closer to the elevators. The elevator opened, and Loki went in first. He turned around and locked eyes with Mobius, then slowly sank down to be on his knees, putting his hands firmly behind his back as he stared up at his lover, awaiting for some acknowledgement.
“That’s perfect. You’re doing so well right now, Loki.” More praise rained down on him, Loki’s lips turning up into a genuine smile as he felt his head starting to buzz from the limited amount of submission he was showing to Mobius. “Let’s get to my place, where the fun can begin.”
Knowing that they were alone now, Loki openly moaned at that comment. He heard Mobius chuckle, but not in a malicious manner. His lover knew what he was seeking, and there was no judgement here - only an understanding that right now Loki was in a place where he needed to be.
It didn’t take long to get to Mobius’ floor, and Loki put his hands down on the floor and began to crawl out of the elevator. The humiliation of the act made his arousal grow tenfold, the buzzing in his brain continuing to grow louder as he moved with purpose to Mobius’ apartment. If anyone was nearby, Loki didn’t see them. He was solely focused on getting to his destination. Each drag of his knees against the linoleum floor had him breathing hard through his nose, concentrating on moving his left side and then his right as he led Mobius to his apartment.
“You really are doing so well right now, Loki.” Mobius ran his hand through Loki’s hair, causing him to preen at the gentle touch. “Let’s get you inside.”
The door opened to his apartment, and Loki crawled into it at the same pace he’d used in the hallway, although there was a burning need to get there faster. Make things happen faster. But he resisted, knowing that if he displeased Mobius then this would be all for naught. He stopped at the entrance, then looked up at Mobius, waiting for instructions.
“Go grab a pillow from the couch, and then put it next to it on the floor.” Mobius held his gaze, which made Loki whine low in his throat. “Go ahead, Loki.”
He crawled over to the couch and grabbed a pillow, then placed it on the floor. He put his knees on top of it, sighing in relief as the cushion helped to ease the minor discomfort he felt from crawling on the hard linoleum floors. Mobius sat down next to where he was seated. He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, his mouth beginning to salivate as he hadn’t expected his lover to offer himself up so quickly to him.
“Put your mouth on my cock, but don’t do anything.” Loki inhaled through his nose, and gave a nod of his head. Moving his head forward, he brought his lips tentatively to Mobius’ cock and slowly slipped them down the plump thickness. “Keep it against your tongue. No sucking. No licking.”
The weight of Mobius’ cock on his tongue felt like a gift that he didn’t deserve. His eyes began to water, as they always did when he was falling into his submissive state. He was very nearly there as he kept his mouth in place, listening to his lover’s instructions. Loki rested his head against Mobius’ thigh, and felt him start to run his fingers through his hair. Releasing a content sigh, Loki slowly slipped further into that space that he knew he’d be safe in with this man.
“That’s good, Loki.” Mobius’ voice seemed to surround him, Loki moaning low against the thick flesh still resting on his tongue. “Keep doing that. You’re doing so great right now. I’m so proud of you. Coming to me when you needed this.” The fingers in his hair gave a small tug which made him moan low again. “I’m going to take such good care of you, Loki.”
The promise made him release a somewhat pitched moan, as the need to please was now at the forefront of his mind. The fingers in his hair gave another tug, and then Mobius’ hand was gone. He felt him pull his cock out of his mouth and before he could moan in protest, he felt Mobius slap it against his face, spittle sticking to his cheek where it had landed.
“Has anyone ever told you how good you look when you kneel?” Mobius’ voice had turned richer, almost decadent in the way he spoke to him. It made Loki moan low in response, his arousal growing at a fast rate as he felt Mobius control him. The light sounds of his cock slapping his face filled him with a blinding heat that brought fresh tears to his eyes as his emotions began to run rampant. “You look beautiful in this position, Loki.”
He lifted his head up and stared up at Mobius, his pupils fully dilated as he stared up at him. “Do I please you, Mobius?” He asked, his voice sounding nothing like he expected it to. It was full of want, full of need, and full of the submissiveness that he seemed to crave with this man who could dominate him like no other being in the universe could.
“Yes. You please me very much.” Mobius brushed his thumb against his cheek, Loki sobbing softly at the praise. It felt so good to hear it, that all he could do was cry. “Tell me what you want right now, Loki. Are you looking for pain today? Or do you want me to pleasure you? Both?”
Lowering his head, he bowed it for him. “Both. I want both, please.” He tried not to be too greedy, but Mobius had said to him before that if he wanted something, he needed to speak up. “I want the pain, and the pleasure.”
“Painful pleasure it is.” His lover stood up, and held his chin against the palm of his hand. “Take off your clothes, and then come to the bedroom. Leave your collar on.”
Loki took off his clothes, then crawled to Mobius’ bedroom completely naked except for the collar that still clung tight to his neck. Loki saw that Mobius had removed his clothes, his cock jutting out proudly. He wanted to pull it back into his mouth, be its cockwarmer for him but Mobius hadn’t given him permission to do that. He needed to be told what to do next.
Staring up at him, Mobius looked down at him with a heated look in his eyes. “Get up on the bed, and lay on your stomach. Hands above your head.”
“Yes, Mobius.” He nodded his head in understanding, then lifted himself up off the floor and onto the bed. His own cock was leaking precum, but that didn’t matter right now.
He heard the distinct sound of a baton turning on, which made him moan into his arm as he laid himself down onto the bed with his arms above his head. “How’re we doing, Loki? Everything okay? Can you give me our safe word?”
Mobius’ voice cut through the haze his mind was currently in. “Good. We’re good. And…” It took him a second to remember what their safe word was, his body arching in a way that he couldn’t help himself as he heard the promise of pleasurable pain in the sound of the baton. “Bifrost.”
“That’s right. Good job. That was very good.” The shower of praise filled him with immense light that he couldn’t help but moan in response to it. “If you feel like you can’t take it anymore, use our word, okay? Nod if you understand, Loki.” He knew he was being asked to do something, and it was instinctive to give a nod of understanding although the words weren’t really reaching his brain right now. “We’ll start now.”
The baton hit him hard against his left ass cheek, the burst of pain as time slowed down to his entire form made the moan that wanted to come out of his mouth be stuck in his throat. The total pain that consumed him was countered by Mobius’ hand now touching his cock, his hips now elevated off the bed as he was stuck in this slowed down time. His head continued to spin, his mind now devoid of anything except for that sinful pain that was turning into pleasure as it worked its way through his body.
Another strike to the back of his thigh had him screaming in ecstasy, but no sound was coming out of him due to the nature of how the technology worked. But he was acutely aware of Mobius’ hand stroking his cock through these moments. As the pain passed, he became aware that he was making noises no being should be able to make, his throat raw from how loud he was screaming. He also wasn’t aware that Mobius had already brought him to an orgasm, his body still feeling the aftereffects of the second hit of the baton.
Cum touched his lips as Mobius painted the physical evidence of his orgasm to his bottom lip. He groaned, lifting his head to look up at his lover. His eyes couldn’t focus though, he was lost in that wonderful euphoria that only can be achieved when you trust someone absolutely. Mobius’ hand touched his face, the touch gentle and kind, which made Loki burst into tears again.
“Two more.” Mobius whispered. “Stay with me, Loki. I know you can handle it. You’re doing so good right now. Two more, and then you’ll get the reward that you’ve been waiting for.”
“Please.” The word was slurred, his body experiencing the sexual high that he’d been itching for all morning. It was here, and he was living in this moment.
Mobius struck the baton against his left side, Loki rolling onto his side as he felt something hard push up against his anus at the same time. It wasn’t his lover, but a toy that was meant to get him to open up for him. The rush of pleasure that was now mixed with the terrible pain that raced through his body left him hanging in that delicate balance of total euphoria. Mobius was speaking to him, but the words weren’t registering in his mind as whatever was being pushed inside of him was increasing the edge.
Loki was panting. His body felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. Closing his eyes, he arched his body upwards as Mobius’ hands moved all over his body, the touches soft and reassuring, when he knew that they could be used to be completely destructive. But the trust he had with him was what really mattered, and what allowed him to stay in this subspace.
“Last one, Loki.” Mobius rubbed his hand against his ass, whatever device that was inside of him was pushed against. Drool was now spilling from the corner of his mouth, his mind a blank slate as the pleasure consumed him. “Let’s make this a good one, hmm?”
The final hit was to his right ass cheek, the pain radiating through his entire core. Loki came again, this time feeling every single second of both the pain and pleasure as that last hit took control over him. When the pain faded, he felt something warm pressed against his back, and whatever had been inside of him was now gone, and instead Mobius’ cock was now penetrating his ass.
Mobius pulled on his hips, a deep moan leaving Loki’s throat as that thickness inside of him made him feel good in a way that no toy ever could. The rough sex pushed him right over the edge again, this time his body getting to fully enjoy the orgasm as he wasn’t caught in a slowed down moment of time. A rush of liquid heat soon spilled against his inner walls, the deep moan that hit his ear as Mobius found his own release sent a pleasurable shiver down his body as he knew that their fun was coming to a successful conclusion.
He fell back onto the bed, breathing through both his mouth and his nose as his mind was still in the come down stage of everything. Mobius’ body soon molded against his, cocooning him in a warmth that he was enveloped into, moaning softly as light kisses were dotted directly underneath the collar he wore. “You are so beautiful when you’re like this.” Mobius’ voice filtered into his mind, Loki moaning softly as he took the praise. “I’m so glad you trust me, Loki.”
“I do.” The words still came out slightly slurred, his brain still moving somewhat slow. The endorphins were spreading throughout his entire body, Loki clinging to the comedown. “It’s good. You’re good. It’s amazing.”
A soft laugh made him smile as the arms around him held him in a protective manner. “I’m glad you think so. And I’m so proud of you for doing what I told you to do. Seeing you come to me with that need so evident in your body, that was a gift that I can never thank you enough for.” More kisses touched his face as Mobius praised him more. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m in Heaven.” Loki stretched a little in Mobius’ arms, then managed to turn himself around to face him. “You’ll stay for a bit?”
“I’d never leave you after doing a scene like that.” Mobius kissed him softly on the lips, sending a spark through his body at the touch. “I’m here until I know you’re okay. That there’s no drop.”
“Thank you.” The comfort in knowing that he was still safe even after the scene was concluded really hammered how he felt about this man.
“Sleep now, Loki. Stop fighting it to talk to me.” His lover chastised him, but he knew it came from a sense of love.
He smiled, then fell fast asleep against Mobius, his body completely drained after those intense moments that they’d shared with one another.
***
Loki woke up a couple of hours later, Mobius still holding him in his arms. “Hello.” His voice was still a little gravelly, but not as bad as it had been earlier.
“Good evening, beautiful.” Mobius greeted him. “How are you feeling?”
“A little tired, but good.” Loki yawned, as if proving his point on being tired. “I feel good.”
“That’s what we like to hear.” A hand touched his face, Loki turning into the touch. “How about a nice hot shower, and then we’ll get something to eat?”
“I would like that.” He turned his head to look at Mobius, who he saw was looking at him with a tenderness that made him weak. “Thank you, Mobius.”
“It’s always my pleasure, Loki.” A finger touched the collar he was wearing. “It fits you. I’m glad.”
“I am too.” For a person that always craved to control people, this was a nice change. “Shower?”
“Shower.” Mobius nodded his head.
It took a bit to get in and out of the shower, Loki’s body refusing to work properly as he was still sore all over from the hits of the baton. But it was a soreness that was like a warm blanket that kept that little buzz going in the back of his mind. Getting dressed also took a little bit of time, Loki having to rely on Mobius to help him get him in order. He’d forgotten it would be like this, but there was no embarrassment. Only a deep sense of love for his partner.
Mobius helped him take the collar off, and then put his arm around him. “Let’s get some food, and then we’ll come back here and veg for the rest of the day.”
“I’m sorry that you’re missing work.”
“Hey - what did we talk about before?”
Blushing, he lowered his head. “No apologizing after a scene.”
“Let’s keep that the norm.” Mobius held onto his chin, but then kissed him flush on the lips. “I choose to do what I choose to do. You are okay. No apologies necessary.”
“Right. Thank you.” He kept his head bowed, then felt Mobius hold him against his side. “Let’s get some food?”
“You read my mind.”
Mobius took it slow, as Loki was feeling the pain but he had a smile on his face. How could he not, when this man was giving him everything he’d ever wanted and then some. As tired as he was, Loki couldn’t wait for the next time he put that collar on, as he knew that Mobius would take good care of him. Always.
