#but it felt so good finally i've had this awful pent-up-energy for so long

[zincbot]

first workout after top surgery had me flying high all day

#my seroma is probably finally gone and i just have this one tiny spot that's not healed yet after 6 weeks #(i'm a slow healer in general so it's not unexpected) #i was doing some jumping jack variants during warmup and did feel that a little so i slowed it down #but it felt so good finally i've had this awful pent-up-energy for so long #even after i went beastmode in the woods #also workouts already made me feel a little gender before and now it's crazy the euphoria #i'm sure it'll die down eventually but AAAA I LOVE IT SM (it being. my body. how wild is that) #anyway i visted my family and talked to my brother abt working out almost the whole time #I WAS EXCITED OKAY #also had a fun hangout day with all my friends the night prior so just. i welcome the good mood #anyway i usually do upper focus (before) #but during my 6 weeks break i was thinking i shld probably add core to that #so now i'm gonna alternate core + upper. i did core today #it was actually a cardio circuit + a lower body circuit + a core circuit so i feel like it was a pretty well rounded first go back #i gotta be a little slow with upper body stuff anyway cause that's. the surgery. #also i had raised my regular weights after a while before and. like i know i lost some during my break but i'm loathe to go back down #so instead i'm using just one of my two weights for stuff that's too hard with 2 rn. works pretty well #and i already did this before but modifying certain lifts that are meant for smaller weights to be more stable to work with my regular ones #cause i don't have time to be constantly switching my weights and i don't have enough money for more than 1 set #anyway i don't usually do lower body focus (i skip leg day) cause my legs are very limited use due to some weird joint issue #my arms are too but i don't spent all day walking on my arms so i can usually push them a little harder in workout #ehehehe anyway

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Patience | Loki Laufeyson

Hey lovelies!! I caved and wrote this in the car today LOL! I've never written smut this short so I hope it still has all the goodness of a longer piece! it's def a challenge but I am quite pleased with the outcome! I hope you've all had a wonderful day and do enjoy Loki edging his girl in the castle gardens!

Appetizers (Tags): Smut, Fluff

Entres (Pairing): Loki x F!Reader (third person)

Sides (Prompts): 7: “Teach me.”

Notes: Loki is 'teaching' reader how to use her magic, requested by @hellotvshowtrash

THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!!

Word Count: 1.7k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“Teach me.”

When she had asked that she never thought it would mean this. She never thought it would mean her back being pressed against the castle wall, Loki’s hand— one of many— pressing against her lips, keeping the feeble moans contained as another hand traces a delicate line down her navel.

She’s still fully clothed when his invisible fingers dip past her panties, only just having begun a walk through the gardens with the trickster god she’s grown fond of. He’s been charged with showing her the ropes of magic. Her abilities— quite like his own and rapidly increasing— needed honing and Frigga thought it best to learn from him. She wasn’t going to complain— she had become quite close with him in the months beforehand. Now, though, it’s different.

Very different.

Loki is a very— erm— hands on teacher.

She moans against the hand— the heavy, invisible, warm force that is entirely Loki but also entirely not— against her lips and he tsks, a teasing smile on his luscious lips. “Patience, dove. That’s the key to control. You must be patient.”

She balls her hands at her sides, pressing her lips together as she stares up at her teacher. In turn he meets her gaze, his real, physical hands resting neatly beside her head, caging her against the stone and shielding her body from anyone who may be passing by. She wants to complain— to grab those magic fingers she knows he has and shove them inside her. But he’s right. Frustratingly so. She knows the wait is worth it.

He leans down, nose brushing against her face, lips grazing her cheek so lightly she could scream. His breath is hot against her face, fanning her skin with his frosted lemon scent. It takes everything in her to keep her eyes on his and not rolling into the back of her head.

“Are you going to be patient?” He murmurs, nipping at her ear.

She doesn’t answer— she doesn’t nod like she knows he’s expecting. No one said she was an obedient student. When he pulls back she gives him what she hopes is a deadpan look— I can’t answer if you’re not going to let me talk. He sighs, rolling his crystal eyes, but the traces of his mischievous grin lingers and he snaps his fingers anyway. With a gasp the invisible hand over her mouth falls away, her lips meeting the cool garden air.

She smiles up at him, head cocking. “Maybe.”

The pressure on her stomach increases, ghostly fingers tapping on the soft skin below her waistband, just above where she aches for his touch. She scrunches her nose, swallowing the newest moan but holding her smile. His face remains calm, his lips inches from her own and twisted cruelly. She won’t win this— she already knows that— but she’ll try.

He leans down, letting his mouth wisp over her, smiling when he hears her tiny mewls. “You never learn, do you? What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

She grits her teeth, trying to shift her hips upwards towards the fingers but— like freakin’ magic— they move with her, remaining the same inch from where she needs him. It makes her throb harder, knowing that he’s right there.

“Keep teaching me?” She squeaks, voice airy— both from her attempts at teasing the trickster god back and from how pent up she’s beginning to feel.

He chuckles and it sounds like sex itself— sultry and easy and fun. “Oh you would like that, wouldn’t you dove?”

She nods furiously, sighing when his fingers— his real ones— wisp down her cheek, drawing over her neck before curling loosely around her throat. His thumb presses against the side of her neck, no doubt testing her response— her willingness. She— as always— presses back. Challenging him. Trusting him.

“Yes.” She breathes— whiney and hot— when she catches the flick of his brow.

She’s rewarded with the first touch of his magic, invisible fingers swiping through her folds, pulling a tiny gasp from her lips as sparks dance across her skin. She can taste them on her tongue, metallic and citrusy— completely him despite the fact that when he does it again, fingers circling her clit, she can feel her own magic in her fingertips.

This time when she pushes her hips up she isn’t met with resistance, only the skillful swirling of Loki’s energy against her and his amused, soft laughs. His hand around her throat pushes harder, steering her to let her head fall back against the wall while his other hand twists beside her cheek. He’s doing something and if she weren’t so lost in his ministrations— the hazy feeling clouding her head and the building pleasure in her squeezing core— then she would ask; what are you doing—

“Oh my— Loki—” She gasps as two magic fingers push inside her, pumping in and out so slowly she wonders at first if she's imagining it but— no— they’re definitely there.

“See what you can do with a little focus?” The god teases her, blue eyes electrified and dancing to her open mouth, fingers— flesh ones— pressing against her bottom lip.

She wastes no time wrapping her lips around them, bringing them into her mouth and sucking. He tilts his head at her when she swirls her tongue, brows drawing together, fingers pumping harder into her core, brushing the spot that has her seeing stars. When she moans around his fingers he blinks— the magic stopping and leaving nothing but a buzzing, fluttering between her thighs.

She goes to whine, nose scrunching again, but he beats her to it. “Patience, remember? It’s about control, dove.”

She understands the concept— she understands she has to focus and be patient— she just doesn’t want to do any of it. She doesn’t want control. Not now when her clit is aching and his fingers— fingers, magic, whatever— feel like the only thing that can make it go away. She just wants to cum. And she hopes he can see that when she pushes against his grip, pulling her lips from his fingers and pouting.

“Please Loki.” She bats her lashes at him, the waning of her pleasure making her fingers spark slightly in annoyance. “Need you so bad.”

His lips turn up again— that cruel twist of pretty flesh— and he blinks— again— and suddenly he’s back, fingers circling her bud and fingers pumping in and out of her at that steady, agonizing rhythm. He twists them, brushing her walls and drawing a little mewl from her lips. It should be concerning how fast she falls back into the pleasure— how quickly it builds up again— but she can’t think too hard about it when he’s curling his digits so wonderfully into her heat.

Still— despite the wonder it’s still too slow. The pleasure is all around her, consuming her bones and making her thighs shake, but she only teeters on the edge. If he keeps it up she will cum— she isn’t worried about that part— but she wants it now. She wants to fall off the edge and she wants him to push her.

She bucks her hips against his hand, brows pushing together and voice a mere whimper. “Faster— please, please, please faster!”

He only smiles and— “No Loki! don’t you dare—” Blinks.

When the hands disappear her tongue bursts with all the stored energy in her body once more. This time it doesn’t just taste like lemons it tastes like fire— like anger and passion and the throbbing ache of her damn core— and she could cry, tears pushing at her eyelids from how damn close she is. Her whole body feels like a live wire, humming with the memory of his touch. She wants to scowl at him— to lash out— but his blue eyes are too deep and she’s too weak to every little spark of pride.

“You’re doing so good for me. So so good—” This time it's his real hand— his warm, solid, completely him hand— that pushes past the waistband of her pants, long fingers pressing against her clit and sending an oversensitive jolt racing up her spine— “I think you’ve learned today’s lesson, don’t you dove?”

She can’t answer; she can only raise her hips, so desperate to feel him inside her that her own magic pulses at her palms, slamming into the stone behind her and making it rumble slightly. She blinks at the rush, her core throbbing with the new ebb and flow of her magic. It is that very moment which Loki sinks his fingers back into her, stroking the spot that seems to call his name. Her back arches off the wall, fingers biting into the stone and taking off chunks as she finally is brought back to the edge. Her body pulses under his touch and her power, vision spinning as she finds those blue eyes again. She’s so damn close—

“Let go for me.”

His words and the pleased, awed look in his eyes is all it takes for her to fall, core clenching around his fingers as her orgasm bursts behind her eyes. The power of it is unlike anything she’s ever felt— both at her hands and his— and if she weren't so blissed out she would roll her eyes at him for being right all the damn time. Stupid wonderful god with magic hands. Faintly, amidst the pleasure erupting in her stomach, she registers that there’s a green haze to her climax, tinting her surroundings the same jade as his shirt.

Always one for theatrics.

He doesn’t stop twisting his fingers until she's wrapping her hands around his wrists, legs trembling and blood more molasses than anything as she pulls him from her heat. He watches her closely, his own chest heaving, and, in a move bolder than she would normally enact, she brings his fingers— the very same ones that were just buried inside her— to her lips, slowly licking them clean of her. He tenses, eyes darkening, and she feels like the cat who got the cream— literally. He deserves it, she tells herself when she sees his other hand clench at his side, composure waning. Take that for being such a tease.

When she’s done she lets his hand drop, clicking her fingers and rearranging her disrupted clothes. She giggles when his jaw drops, dark brows furrowing. She does it again— snap— and moans gently at the feeling of her hair gently weaving itself back to it’s prior composed state. She passes him a coy smile.

“Control was never the issue.” She simpers, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to the gods throat. “But maybe I’ll need another lesson in patience soon.”

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[yoonpobs]

OH MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL IM SPEECHLESS!!!!

Let’s start with their talk before doing the nasty… I’m glad that they finally were being open with their feelings without screaming. It’s truly what they needed. My dear OC I’m going to hug you so hard because I’m proud that she finally chooses herself, even if the man of her dreams was right there. I think that was the best character development ever. Our OC at the beginning was so hurt and had so little self love that her choosing herself first felt so nice. That’s something that I feel everyone needs to do.

Now, onto the nasty. Oh my god, that was so fucking good. You could clearly felt how much they wanted, they needed each other. Like I’m not kidding I could feel how whipped and in love they were with each other. I knew you were an excellent writer (I mean the whole back-burner is proof of how much you make the readers feel), but wow, even in a sex scene you gave us real feelings and not just horny energy.

I have been reading back-burner since the first chapter was published and I’m just in awe of how much you made me feel and how much depth you gave to every single character without making it unnecessarily messy. At the beginning I really thought this was going to be your typical “I’m in love with my sibling best friend” and how wrong I was, this was just an actual story that pulled every readers heart. Thank you so much for sharing your story with us and I hope you continue to do so if you feel like it. Big kudos to you 💗

oh my!!!! i love reading your reactions!!!!

i know!!! i can't believe it took 14 chapters and a whole lot of angst & miscommunication for them to reach where they are 🥺 but writing that scene felt like a gift for me, the readers - and especially our back-burner couple. i'm so glad you're proud of our oc bc i am too!!!! oc choosing herself was i believed the story would always end with bc no matter what, if she doesn't believe that she is worthy of love - i don't think her and yoongi would've worked out in the long-run. thank you so much for picking up on that!!!❤️

and honestly, writing the smut was quite difficult bc i wanted to capture their personalities while also touching on the pent up sexual tension we've seen ever since chap 1!!! i'm so glad their feelings reached you, and for your high praise of back-burner!!!

thank you for sticking with me and back-burner ever since the first chapter, it truly means the world to me. just like our characters, i think i've grown as a writer as well - and i'm so glad you were here with me!!! thank you so much for this lovely message, i appreciate you so much.

(and my deepest apologies for the super late reply 😩 life has been IMMENSELY busy)

#asks #back-burner #kirbykook