BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) 3.08 • “Lovers Walk”

“WHY SHOULD I APOLOGIZE FOR THE MONSTER I HAVE BECOME? NO ONE EVER APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING ME THIS WAY.”

i’ve dipped casually into bagginshield recently (10 years late 💀) and i am absolutely fascinated by how popular that ship seems to have been in fandom spaces. like it’s a great ship of course but i genuinely didn’t know people were that into the hobbit trilogy? i was deep into marvel and superwholock at the time and completely missed it. could just be a case of being in the right place at the right time (what i affectionaly refer to as the golden age of tumblr).

You're Perfect ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ this is from the meaningful gestures prompt list! if you want me to write any of these for a person/character from my list, let me know! :) sorry if there are any mistakes! 💗

➳ a/n: ahhh i love this so much 😭

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: Your love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. Loki knows when you're feeling insecure, just how to make you feel better.

➳ warnings: slight angst, but mostly fluff 💗

➳ prompts: Having your lover list everything they're insecure about, and responding with gentle caresses, kisses, and compliments about those areas. + "Every part, no matter how you feel, is amazing to me. I could spend all day explaining everything I love about you."

➳ || Loki masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for 💓 ||

Loki watched as you stood in front of the mirror with your jeans and shirt on, tears pricking your eyes. You hated your body image. You felt like you were too big, ugly in most places, and overall detrimental to society. Your lips trembled and your eyes bubbled as you ran your hands across your bare skin.

You wanted to look nice for your boyfriend tonight. He was taking you out on a date and you just wanted to make him think you looked pretty. However, as you scrambled through your closet, you found nothing that flattered you.

“Love?” Loki’s voice called gently. You stopped your movements and sighed.

“Nothing fits or if it does, it looks awful. How do you even stand to look at me?” You asked, tears blurring your line of vision.

He walked up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, caressing them gently in his palms. Leaning over your neck, he pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek that made your heart flutter.

"Every part, no matter how you feel, is amazing to me. I could spend all day explaining everything I love about you." Loki said into your ear. “Tell me what you’re insecure about and I’ll prove to you why I love it.”

Sighing, you started with your face. “My nose is too big and my lips aren’t full.”

Loki smiled, turning you around to face him. “Your nose? Is perfect. I get to do this all the time,” He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against yours, bringing you to feel a blush creep along your cheeks. “And those lips? I could kiss them for hours. They’re made perfect for me,” He said before capturing your mouth for a delicate kiss. It was one that made you lose your breath as you clutched your fingertips around his wrist and smiled.

“What’s next, Love?” He caressed your cheek with his thumbs.

Your eyes drifted down to your chest. Without saying a word, Loki nodded once in understanding.

Gently removing the shirt you had tried on away from your skin, left you standing there in your jeans and bra. Loki leaned down, his long lengths tickling your skin as he kissed each breast. “These are splendid, Love,” He moaned to you. “Just think… If we ever decide to expand our family, not only do I get to have these to myself, you’ll nurture our babe.” He smiled, making you smile.

“Where to next?” He asked.

You ran your hands down the length of your sides. To you, your stomach looked swollen. Your curves were evident, but you hated the dimples in your skin and the stretch marks dotting your skin.

“Oh, Darling,” Loki sighed, dropping to his knees. He peppered your stomach with kisses and featherlight touches that sent shivers down your spine. “Your stomach? Is extraordinary. Each curve and stretch mark makes you all the more gorgeous. This may be my favorite part about you, Love… And I know exactly where you’re headed next, so I’ll take it upon myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed until he roamed his hands across your thighs. “Your thighs are magnificent, my Love. Not only could you crush my head in between these beloved legs - which I’m never opposed to - you should feel how they shake as I pleasure you. It’s truly earth-shattering.” Loki moaned, kissing the skin as he rolled down your jeans. Helping you step out of them, he continued his journey.

Focusing his attention, he was slowly on the uprise. His fingertips ghosted across your bottom where it gave it a teasing squeeze, leaving you to jump lightly.

He smiled and presented himself at your back. Kissing your shoulders and dragging a finger down the length of your spine, your eyes closed.

“You are gorgeous, Darling. The most breathtaking woman I have ever met. I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He grinned.

Smiling, you closed your eyes as you bit your lip.

“Thank you, Loki…” You whispered as he kissed you delicately.

“Of course, Darling… Now put on that sexy gold dress you know I love so much. I promise it looks exquisite on you.”

You nodded, feeling a lot more confident in yourself.

Gold dress it is.

➳ tagging:

@joyful-enchantress @immersed-in-mischief @huntress-artemiss @high-functioning-lokipath

@annoyingsweetsstranger

@eclecticlokibytomhiddleston @spidyyparker @deanaddicted2

@ethanshide @lokistoriesblog @l0st-in-reality

@shae-annelore

@realandloud

@favthiddles

@marvelgirl0515

@tiredmamamac

@cherii--bomb

@stuckybarton

@peachsteven

@vampire7595

@moonshooter

@knopewyattworld @holdmytesseract

@wander-lustbabe

@captain-asguard @mm2305

@1marvelnerd3000

@xfirespritex @lokilover64 @augusta-imperatrix

@inas-thing

@harrietbarnesblog

@a-laufeyson

@BakaTsuki-Hime

@lokiswildheartcantbebroken @marvelgirl0515

@a-laufeyson

@warriorqueenofthesea @develin13

@clockblobber

@blackberryblossom

@stephv213

@asgardianprincess1050 @badgereatingmice

@abaristasbabble

@pandaxnienke

@dryyoursaltyoceantears

@itscale

@xsweetdellzx

@salempoe

@el-zef

Listen, i don't have a knife kink

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Dating Peter Parker would include

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Notes/Warning: this is really just a quickly typed up thingy because I wanted to have some more Peter Parker content on my blog oops (tbh I changed the timeline a bit)

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Do You Yield? ~ Caspian

Request: “plz plz write something for caspian in the VOTDT era “ - Anon 

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.6k

Picture cred: @geohenley​

I let out a sigh. “Eustace, you have to keep your blade up.” 

Eustace jerked the sword sharply, almost hitting a rope that held one of the Dawn Treader’s sails in place. “I don’t believe in people swinging pointy objects to draw blood as a show of masculinity,” Eustace said with a grumble. “The whole thing is a barbaric practice, and I don’t hold with it.”

I lifted my eyes to the picturesque clouds above, clinging to my patience like a port in a storm. “Maybe you don’t hold with it,” I said patiently, looking back at the grouchy boy, “but it’s better to have the skill and never have to use it than to need it and not have it.”

Eustace eyed me accusingly. “Ladies shouldn’t fight.”

A snort came from behind me, and I glanced to see Edmund peeling a potato with his knife. “Eustace, are you including yourself in that category then?”

“I’ll make you pay for that, cousin,” Eustace replied, his cheeks bright red.

Edmund paused in his task. “How, if you can’t even use a sword?”

Eustace started mumbling, but I knew enough advisors back in Narnia to know if it was a real argument, he wouldn’t bother saying it quietly. 

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“Loki grew up in a palace, and he’s very balletic, the way he fights. It’s very graceful and very beautiful. Loki has this matador style of fighting, where everything is about a kind of elegance and a kind of showmanship. We’re actually trying to build on everything I’ve done, but make it even more graceful, I suppose. If I can.” LOKI’S FIGHTING

Calm In The Storm ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ a/n: this is for the cuddling prompts! if there are any typos, i apologize! fast-typer over here 😂. if you want to request some, send me an ask! 😘

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: After a fight with your loved ones, you're out on the streets during a storm, searching for someone to run to. Thankfully, you know just who to go to.

➳ warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

➳ cuddle prompts: Person A shows up at person B's door, having been in a bad fight with a loved one, hoping to spend the night in person B's bed for some extra comfort -> requested by: @/midnight-ramblings

➳ || Loki Laufeyson masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for || cuddle prompts masterlist ||

Wiping away the tears that managed to spill down your cheeks, the sniffles not having subsided just yet.

You couldn’t stand confrontation, especially when it came to one of your loved ones. Voicing your opinion only pushed the matter to become worse, and the envelope ripped open to reveal anger, hurt, and demise. Words were exchanged and as someone who experienced bouts of anxiety; it was detrimental.

Having no real destination planned in mind, you found your way down the streets of New York, aimlessly searching. The rain was in a light drizzle, thunderstorm clouds gathering overhead for an enraged downpour. You just hoped you made it to wherever you were going without getting completely soaked.

Grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel your heart pounding violently in your chest. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands shook as you tried to work your way through breathing.

If you could just steady yourself long enough, you’d be okay. But when a loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, it made you yelp and begin racing faster down the length of the sidewalk.

Gazing to your left, the solid black front door caught your attention, the familiar home seeming too inviting.

Loki.

Cutting over the lawn and pressing your sneaker-covered feet on the steps to the small wrap-around porch, your eyes were met with the gold-embellished doorbell. Inhaling sharply, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky and pushed you onward to ringing the bell.

“Please wake up, please wake up…” You trailed softly under your breath, tears still bubbling in your eyes. You glanced up to the second floor to the flicker of light break through the curtains of the bedroom. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, it wasn’t long before the door was being pulled open.

“Darling?” Loki’s sultry voice called out to you. He saw the ends of your hair dripping with water and without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled you inside.

Closing the door, his blue orbs cast into yours and he quickly saw the look of fear present in your eyes. He was able to pick up on your moods with ease.

“What happened?” Loki questioned, already taking your hand and leading you up the staircase toward his bedroom. You remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

“It’s nothing…. It’s stupid, really. I got into a fight with one of my family members. It’s okay, we just exchanged words, but… You know how I am.” You said sheepishly, a few tears streaming down your face. Loki had led you into the comfort of his bedroom where he soon was helping you change out of your dampened clothes. As he pulled one of his larger shirts over your frame, a loud crash of thunder sounded, causing you to jump closer to his chest.

Loki wrapped his arms protectively around you. “It’s okay,” He said, planting his lips to your forehead. “But why were you out there tonight, Darling?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t bear to go home and be alone… I was hoping maybe I could stay here for the night.” You breathed out uneasily.

Loki’s eyes pooled into yours. “Love, my home is yours. Of course, you can stay here. I just want you to be okay and feel safe.” He whispered. He could feel your body shaking against his, seeing as your breaths came in labored pants. Quickly, he took your hands into his.

“Hey, look at me,” Loki softly spoke. Your eyes lifted to meet his and Loki held your gaze intensely. “Deep breaths, okay? You’re going to run yourself into another panic attack if you aren’t careful… Focus on me, Love. I’m right here.” He encouraged you to take big breaths. Soon, you were following his breathing pattern and a wave of calm slowly began to flood over you.

Loki led you beneath the blankets. He removed his shirt for the second time tonight and tossed it over the chair by his reading nook. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your temple and felt as you curled into him.

His grip on you relaxed as you rolled onto his chest. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, Loki began to draw circles into your back. You smiled gently, your lover nuzzling closer into you.

Pretty soon, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Loki’s arms were secured around you as he planted one more gentle kiss to the top of your head, whispering a sweet ‘goodnight’ into your ear before turning off the light and giving in to his own rest.

➳ tagging:

@joyful-enchantress @immersed-in-mischief @high-functioning-lokipath

@annoyingsweetsstranger

@eclecticlokibytomhiddleston @spidyyparker @deanaddicted2

@ethanshide @lokistoriesblog @l0st-in-reality

@shae-annelore

@realandloud

@favthiddles

@marvelgirl0515

@tiredmamamac

@cherii--bomb

@stuckybarton

@peachsteven

@vampire7595

@moonshooter

@knopewyattworld @holdmytesseract

@wander-lustbabe

@captain-asguard @mm2305

@1marvelnerd3000

@xfirespritex @lokilover64 @augusta-imperatrix

@inas-thing

@harrietbarnesblog

@a-laufeyson

@BakaTsuki-Hime

@lokiswildheartcantbebroken @marvelgirl0515

@a-laufeyson

@warriorqueenofthesea @develin13

@clockblobber

@blackberryblossom

@stephv213

@asgardianprincess1050 @badgereatingmice

@abaristasbabble

@pandaxnienke

@dryyoursaltyoceantears

@itscale

@xsweetdellzx

@salempoe

@el-zef

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