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[dentist-brainsurgeon]

It's not every day you see an Ice Cream truck, let alone in January but it's nice to see one

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Curtains - Part 2

It’s @laedymoon - Elio, my Tumblr Daughter’s - birthday today!!! So to celebrate I thought I’d post a little something dedicated to her! Curtains was originally written because of El so I decided to write a second part!

El, I hope you’ve had a fantastic birthday and that you enjoy this fun little thing ily 😘😘😘

READ PART 1 HERE

Pairing: Roger x Reader

Summery: You still haven’t fixed those curtains.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, dom!Rog

Words: 2202

A/N: This is not the sequel fic ya’ll were hoping for but it’s the one ya’ll are getting for the moment.

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It had been a full two weeks since your encounter with Roger and your curtains still weren’t up. If anyone had asked, you’d have said something about not having the right tools, or not being able to do it on your own, or that really you hadn’t noticed because you’d been so busy with school work you’d spent most nights this past week sleeping in a corner of the library. None of that was true. The reality was that you were just hoping Roger would come back and make good on his promises. You’d considered going to his place, but every time you came close, you’d chicken out. The idea of knocking on his door and seeing his smug face when he realised how badly you wanted him again, was almost too much to bear. And god, what if his roommate answered? It’d be mortifying, knowing he knew you were there to try and score another shag. You had no idea how likely it was that Roger had told anyone about you or what had occurred but the possibility that his roommate knew anything kept you away from their front door.  

You’d considered striking up a flirty conversation at the pub and more than once you’d gone there intending to do just that. The memory of the first time he’d talked to you, there at the bar, kept intruding, playing on a loop in your mind as you ordered a drink, hoping alcohol would dull your sense of self-preservation enough that you could muster up the courage to talk to him. It never quite worked. Usually he was already wrapped up in a conversation, a half empty beer in his hand, when you got there. Mostly it was with friends, the same ones you saw walking up his driveway every other day. Sometimes it was other girls. Either way you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. Not when all you could think about how he’d made you cum in public and you were worried that thought would be the first thing out of your mouth. Instead you’d buy a few drinks and try not to stare at him too much as you finished them. Then you’d go home and imagine what you would have said if those other people hadn’t been there, imagine how things could have gone if you weren’t quite so shy, and pray he’d notice you next time.  

You’d almost given up hope he’d come around again when you heard a tapping at your back door, pulling your focus from the assignment you were trying to write. His stare through the glass reminded you of the first time he’d been here, watching you, and you hurried to open the door.  “You expecting someone?” he asked indicating your bare legs under the long shirt you had on, “Or just hoping?”  “Hoping,” you said quietly, heart racing at the cocky smile he gave you in return. You’d known he’d be smug about it but somehow it only made you want him more.  “You gonna let me in, love?”  “Sorry, yeah,” you stood back to let him in, holding the door open as he crossed the threshold, and closing it softly behind him.  “Still haven’t put those curtains up,” he turned and pointed at the doorway as if there were multiple unhung curtains he could be talking about, “Not really a surprise though.”  “Like I said, hoping.”  Roger chuckled as he stalked towards you. You took a step backwards and found yourself with your back pressed against the door.  “I’ve seen you at the pub you know. Trying to decide if you should come talk to me or if that’d give away how desperately you want me to fuck you again. Still shy, aren’t you?”  You nodded as he moved into your personal space, using his knee to part your legs. You lowered your eyes but he tilted your chin up, giving you no choice but to look him in the eye.  “That’s okay. I like knowing I can make a shy little girl like you moan like a whore.”  You whimpered as he brushed his fingers over your clit, teasing you through your underwear. He moved as close as he could get, leaning down to nip at your shoulder as he brushed your clit softly again and again until you attempted to press your hips into his hand, desperate for a firmer touch.  “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” he asked as he slid his hand into the top of your underwear, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.  You whined as he focused on your clit.  “You remember what I said last time?”    “W-which part,”  “When I told you how I wanted to fuck you,”  “Yes,” you gasped as he removed his hand from you entirely, but it was just so he could tug your underwear to the side and change the position of his hand. He placed two fingers at your entrance but stopped, teasing you with them.  “And what did I say?”   “Up against the door,”  “And the other way?”  “With the door op-open,” you were rewarded with his fingers pressing into you as his thumb came to rest on your clit. Your breath caught in your throat as he began to pump his fingers into you rapidly.  “Bet you’ve been thinking about that a lot, haven’t you?”  “Yes,” it slipped out in a moan.  “Waiting for me to come back, use you the way you want to be used.”  “Yes. Pl-ease Roger, ‘m close,”  “Which way do you want more?”  You couldn’t think clearly with his fingers were pumping into you, his thumb pressed against your clit, his voice in your ear.  “Gotta give me an answer, love, otherwise you’ll get neither.”  You whined as you tried to understand what he meant.  “Fine,” Roger stopped, his fingers still inside you, and brought his other hand up to your throat, pinning you against the door entirely, “Answer me. Or I’ll use your mouth and leave without letting you cum.”  “Open door,” you gasped out, not sure if that’s the one you wanted more or it was just the last one you thought about and the closest for your brain to reach.   “Good girl.” He tightened his grip on your throat as he began stroking your g-spot as his thumb resumed its movements on your clit.   In a matter of seconds you were coming undone, a hand wrapped around his wrist near your throat, for support.  

You could almost have cried as his fingers left you, grabbing you by the arm instead to pull you away from the door as he opened it. You hastened to pull your shirt of as he pushed your underwear down your legs. As soon as they hit the floor he grabbed you again, turning you round and placing your hands against the glass door as he pulled your hips back. If someone had taken that moment to sneak into your backyard and look through the open door, they would have had a clear view of Roger running his cock along your pussy, teasing you before ramming into you, making you mewl.  “Gotta be louder than that if you want to cum,” he growled as he thrust into you rapidly, forcing stuttered moans from you with every snap of his hips. Roger had one hand on your hip and one on your back to keep you steady. The slapping sound of skin on skin mixed with the constant rattle of the door, every shift making it bang against the skirting board, and your constant moans, unabashedly loud. He dropped his hand from your back to your clit, building the pressure in the pit of your stomach. And then you heard it, amongst all the noise, something different and out of place.  “W-wait R-r-r-oger,”  He stopped and pulled out as you felt behind you, tapping his side.  “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”   “No, nothing like that. Heard a noise.”  “Heard a noise?” He scoffed but you shushed him, listening for the noise again.   Suddenly you heard a bang.  “Oh, Jesus Y/N. That was just a car door.” Roger peaked out the doorway, craning his neck to see and you did the same, “Pretty sure it came from my place. Can’t believe I pulled out of your tight little cunt because Bri’s fucking come over again.” He pushed you back down against the door, “whole point of fucking you like this is so the street can hear what a slut you are.”  You moaned loudly as he entered you again, returning to his fast pace, only now he also added a few slaps to your arse to make you squeal. You were sure you heard the footsteps heading up next door’s driveway stop, their owner listening to your pornographic noises. The thought only made you more desperate to cum. You dropped one arm from the rattling door, intending to rub your clit and push yourself over the edge, but Roger caught your wrist and slammed your hand back over the handprint you’d left on the glass.  “No,”  “Please,”  “Not yet,”  “Please,”  “Ask again and I’ll stop,” he growled, breathing heavily between words.  You whined as he continued to pound you, but refrained from begging, even though your whole body was screaming at you to cum. Next door was quiet again, no more car doors and no more footsteps. Though the voice in the back of your head that wondered if anyone was still there, listening to you, was much louder than before. Every rustle in a tree made you think someone was sneaking into your yard for a better look. Without warning Roger dropped his hand to rub your clit again.  “Gonna cum for me? Let everyone hear you?”  You didn’t need any more encouragement. Spots appeared in front of your tighly shut eyes as you screamed Roger’s name, your climax hitting you with the force of a moving train. He wasn’t far behind, groaning in your ear as he filled you with his cum. Even in your post-coital, orgasm induced daze you were sure you heard a bark of laughter and a door closing next door.  

You remained leaning against the glass, breathing heavily until Roger could summon the energy to let go of you and walk the three steps to your bed. He collapsed there on his back, arms spread out, and you followed, curling up next to him, still trying to catch your breath. This time Roger stayed longer than the five minutes it would have taken to get dressed, pulling you deeper into his side.   “You aren’t leaving?”  “I can if you want me to,” he sounded tired but he made to sit up anyway.  “No, stay, I like it better this way.” You spoke softly, wrapping an arm around Roger as he settled back down, “That was really good by the way.”  “Yeah it was,”  “You ever want to do it again let me know,”  “Or you could let me know,”  “I spose,”  “Y/N, I think if you can moan my name and let me call you a slut, you can talk to me at the pub. I promise I won’t bite. Not unless you ask me to anyway.”  “You’re always with your mates though, I couldn’t.”  “You could. They see me every day, would probably thank you for taking me off their hands.”  “But...then they’d know,”  “You mean about how you can’t get enough of my cock?” He laughed.  If you had the energy to move you would have punched him in the arm.  “Think they already know, love. Pretty sure they would’ve heard you just now.”  You groaned, “God I’m never going to be able to look them in the eye,”  “Can’t beg me to fuck you in front of an open door and then get embarrassed when people hear you.”  “I didn’t beg,”  “Close enough. Maybe next time I’ll make you.”  “You sure there’s going to be a next time?”  Roger laughed again, “Definitely not the last time we do something like that. You enjoy it too much to stop and I’ve got more I want to do to you.”  You pushed yourself up onto your elbow to look at Roger properly, “You got something in mind? For next time?”  “Might do,” Roger still sounded tired but there was an excitement in his tone underneath it, “you should come to my show.”  “Your show?”  “I’m in a band, Queen, we’re playing down the pub in two days' time, you should come.”  “You any good?”  “Well I think so but, y’know, might be a bit biased. Besides, was more thinking we could find a cleanish bathroom afterwards and make sure the whole place can hear you. Or there’s the backstage room. The boys might be hanging around but I bet you’d find that hot. Could fuck them too if you were so inclined.”  “I don’t think I am inclined,”  “Good, I don’t really want to share you,”  You squeezed your thighs together as a wave of arousal rolled through you, “I’ll be there,”  “Dirty girl,”  “Just for the music,”  “If you get there early you can take me before the show as well as after.”  “What time’s early?”

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Canary 13

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Fandom:  Marvel / MCU

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Notes: This was going to be longer but my cold got it the way. 

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“Why did you get sent here?” 

The question hung in the air for a moment like a thick cloud of smoke, dark and brooding. Both people laying under it looking at each other. Studying the other. She knew he didn’t have to answer her question but if she never asked she would never know. 

“Why I’m here?” his voice soft as he echoed her words like a soft breeze pushing away the smoke.

“I know Thor said you had done something but… what did you do?” Canary leaned forward whipsering “Did you try to take over another planet?” 

“No, more like an ogre’s mistress.”

“Oh please go on,” she said settling in propping herself up on her pillows this story just got 100% more interesting. “Should I get a snack?” Loki rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at her. Was it smart to tell your new lover about your old one? 

Not at all.

But here they were. 

Not that anything with this relationship had been normal or even smart. So why start now? 

“I met her because she has a wealth of information and is also a collector.” Loki couldn’t help but smile a little at the memory, “She had something… well, a few things I was interested in. When I met her, well I had never met a woman like her. She intrigued me and soon after we met we ended up...”

“Eating chocolate syrup off each other?” 

“Among other things yes.” 

He continued his story about the world he had lived in before coming here. Traveling the nine realms only to come back to the mistress. Bringing her back things to add to her collection. Both of them just enjoying the other’s company in her lavish home on the side of a cliff overlooking a beautiful lake. 

“This all sounds very romantic but why did you have to go into hiding?” 

“Well you see, she was the Ogre lord’s mistress. And he found us together and well… wanted me dead. Sent an army after me.” 

“You said she was his mistress, was he married?”

“Yes with several children.” 

“So you slept with another guy’s mistress and he got mad because the woman he was cheating on his own wife with was cheating on him?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t seem like he is justified in his emotions.” She said rolling onto her back taking in the information. It sounded like some romantic novel. Two stars crossed lovers traveling the universe taking what they wanted. Like space Bonnie and Clyde. Nothing in her life had ever been that interesting. 

“Unfourtionatly he can feel however he wants about it with the army he has.” 

“Bet I could take him on.” she chuckled glancing at him. It was weird thinking of her Loki, the one next to her sleeping with some space mistress who seemed to be a wealth of knowledge and probably rich stuff. 

Bet she’s gorgeous too. 

“I bet you could little Canary.” 

But thinking back she knew the Loki who had arrived would have done the things she said. That Loki she could see women throw themselves at him in his world. Loki traveling the nine realms sleeping with barmaids and mistresses. Fighting off Oger kings and riding dragons. 

Honestly, it sounded like a dream or something right out of the novels she loved so much. 

Especially that dragon part, which wasn’t part of his story but she was sure it was. I mean who DOESN’T believe Loki road a dragon. 

It was as if in the time he had come to now he had changed into someone else. She wasn’t sure who but someone else. 

A knock on the door broke into their conversation. Sharp and hard light a rock crashing a window glass shattering over them bringing them back to reality. Glancing at Loki panic in her eyes the little Canary realized that it was morning. 

And in that moment she also realized she was just like the mistress, hiding Loki. 

So getting up she walked toward the door opening it wide so Wanda could see inside her room. See everything, from the messy clothes strewn around to the books hanging off shelves,

To the god of mischief sitting shirtless in her bed, 

“I… uhhh oh good he’s here too” Wanda stammered,Your brother is coming back.”

For a moment Canary didn’t understand what she was talking about. What brother? What did she mean?. 

Then it hit her.

Oh Thor.

“Ok cool, see you in a bit.” 

Loki watched as his Canary nodded toward the witch before closing the door. Confused. She had just broken their secret. She showed her friend what she had been doing behind closed doors. 

No pomp. No fear. 

Had just opened the door, 

He wasn’t sure how to process that. 

And there was also the matter of his brother. 

Shit. 

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