#it's like when a kitten does the angry fluff up back arch thing

[yutahoes]

Punishment

pairing : fuck buddies! Yuta Nakamoto x Y/N

genre : smut

warning : Smut (Teasing, Oral - Male Receiving, Spanking, Creampie (?), Degradation, Daddy Kink, Panty Sniffing, Male Masturbation), Language

word count : 1.8k

taglist : @ailoveyuta​ @yutazen01​ @aiforyuu​

note : I’ve been writing fluff so much that I missed writing a smut fic. And God, this sucks. 🤧 How are there writers who write amazing smut? Anyway, please enjoy and give feedback. 

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'Living room.'

Y/N was surprised at the message, not expecting it since she knew Yuta might be sleeping now. Besides he had a few drinks with her brother earlier so she believed that he might be pretty hammered.

'Now.'

There's urgency in his message yet she managed to put on the red lace lingerie she packed just in case something comes up.

Y/N was surprised when her brother, Johnny, asked her to come with him on a short vacation. Much to her chagrin, Yuta, his friend decided to tag along. To tease the Japanese guy who she spends intimacy with, without her brother knowing, she packed sexy swimsuits and lingerie for him.  

He was seated on the couch when she went down the stairs and into the common room of the vacation house they're staying at, staring at her. "You're late," he mumbled in a soft voice although there's something else in his voice. "Sit down," he ordered but he stopped her even before sitting on the chair next to him, gesturing on his lap. Fuck, she thought, it was a good thing that she wore the lingerie.

She sat on his lap, her own hands on her lap as if scolded by her dad. "Were you a good girl today?" Yuta whispered in a low husky voice, playing with the hem of her t-shirt. She nodded in answer, biting her lip and refusing to look at him. She now recognized the difference in his voice, he's angry. Yuta clucked his tongue then held her chin to make her look at him, "Use your words, baby."

Fuck, what made Yuta snap like this? And here, really? Someone can hear. Johnny can hear. "Yes..." she trailed off which made him raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue. The girl had to gulp hard at how scary he looked before continuing in a soft voice, "Daddy."

"Really though?" his finger touched the skin of her waist, tracing it up and down and she released a shaky moan. "You didn't disobey my rules?" The intensity in his voice holds so much power that she's trembling, in want or fright, she doesn't know. She muttered a soft, 'No, daddy' before he yanked her hair while smirking. "Maybe I need to remind my rules, kitten."

His free hand cupped her pussy from her shorts, massaging it as his other hand kept his hold on her hair. She kept on moaning, desperately wanting his fingers inside her but her shorts and underwear is blocking the pleasure. "Yuta..." she breathed out, holding his arm with both hands. "Stop teasing."

The guy laughed. "See? It's not good to tease, princess." He watched at how desperate she is for her orgasm and was amazed when she started trembling against his touch. Y/N held on his shoulder, gripping the material of his shirt while having heavy breaths from her orgasm. Damn it, she's so needy and it all started because of... Then it clicked, she really did disobey his rules.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and he chuckled. "Now, do you know what you did?" he asked and she answered a 'Yes, daddy' in between breathy moans.

He raised an eyebrow as if challenging her what is it that made her bite her bottom lip. "I wore the bikini even if you told me that it's for your eyes only," she whispered but the warm hand on her bareback and the friction against her clothed core made her lay her head on his shoulder to hide her moans.

She wanted him, so bad.

"You were teasing me the whole day with this sexy ass of yours," he whispered in a husky voice, grabbing her butt cheek and squeezing it. "That's very bad princess." he trailed off while licking her earlobe that made her moan. "And bad girls deserve what?" he asked.

She gulped before answering, "Punishment daddy."

Yuta smirked then squeezed her waist under the shirt, sucking her neck until it left a red mark. "Kneel," he ordered that made her obey completely, kneeling down the floor in between his legs. He put two fingers in her mouth and she automatically sucked on it that made him smile once again. He slipped down of his shorts, revealing his semi-hard cock as she gulped while watching it, "Suck." he ordered and she immediately complied.

Yuta loved how empowering a blow job is, how lovely her lips looked wrapped around his cock. She licked his shaft up and down like a popsicle and he grinned when she lightly grazed her teeth on the side. He held her hair in a ponytail when she took his cock in her mouth, swallowing it until it reached her throat then letting it go with a pop. She kept the same actions, feeling dirty at how degrading he looked at her and it's honestly turning her on. "Your mouth feels so good baby." she complimented yanking her hair as he thrust his cock into her mouth. "You're taking me so well, my slut." She left a guttural moan at how rough he's being.

He pulled her hair to pull out of her mouth leaving her breathless as he wiped the drool off her, letting his finger get sucked by her. Fuck, she is so obedient that he wanted to take her roughly. He ordered her to lie down on his lap, her ass in full view from him. "Will you do it again, princess?" he asked slapping her ass. "Will you wear that bikini again?" Again, a slap.

All she could do is moan. Yes, Yuta is dominant but not like this. Yet, it's turning her on that she wants more. "No, daddy." she whispered but he slapped her ass again making her yelp in pain, asking her to say it louder which she did. Scared and excited that Johnny could hear them.

He started rubbing her ass humming in delight. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and you can't make a sound, understood?" he stated that made her nod but he slapped her ass, making a crisp sound that Y/N was scared someone can hear. "Words."

"Yes daddy." she obeyed. Yuta asked her to kneel on the couch, holding the headrest as he removed her short and the red lacy underwear that's so wet with her juices. He smirked when he witnessed the redness of her ass cheeks, something that he proudly did to make this dirty girl learn her lesson.  

He was standing up, his shorts and underwear on a pool by his feet. "You are so wet." He claimed, rubbing his cock on her entrance that made her silently moan. He used his cock to slap her wet pussy, warning her to not moan too loud. She bit her lip, creating small whimpers when his cock entered her, and although they had sex multiple times already, she still can't help and be amazed at how huge he feels inside her.

He started thrusting into her, the couch creating squeaky sounds along with his movements. His hand held her hair while the other was holding her waist, drilling his cock deeper into her as she prevented a noise to escape her mouth. Yuta feels so good slamming his cock in her, drilling until she could feel it by her stomach. He raised one leg on the couch and she let out a breathy moan as he hit the right spot. One of his hands, squeezed her breast under her shirt as he kept thrusting into her at an inhumane speed earning mewls from her. She's so close, feeling her walls clenching on his cock that she bit the headrest to prevent moaning as her body shook in her orgasm.

Yuta kept on thrusting inside her. One hand was holding the arch of her back while the other was on her neck, fingers wrapping around it that made her whimper. He's really rough and him choking her isn't helping at all. "You like it when I take you like this, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear then licked her earlobe. "You just love getting punished, don't you?" he asked, grabbing one of her breasts to squeeze. Fuck, Yuta doing this to her makes her so weak. Maybe his punishment is to make her sore. Well, he's going to be successful at that.

He loved seeing her in this breathless state. The confident girl, fantasized by many, crumbling under his touch and giving in like a bitch in heat. He liked seeing her so helpless and bent for him, her pussy taking in his cock so well. This will be better if he had a rope to tie her hands. Or even someone to walk out and see them. The thought of someone knowing that she's a slut for him made him so aroused that he filled her pussy with hot cum making her moan. He covered her mouth to stop her from making any noise, smirking as he pulled out from her.

He helped her with her shorts, as he put on his own. "Can I go to my room now?" she asked and he nodded. But before she could leave, he stopped her in her tracks, asking what she should say. "Thank you, daddy." She was limping as she head upstairs that made him smile.  

Yuta breathed heavily against the couch. Why does she have to be his best friend's sister? This will be easier if she's not. He smirked when he felt something by the edge of the couch he was sitting at, her panty. Why did she leave it here? Is it on purpose?

He sniffed on it, smiling at the aromatic scent of her juices. Fuck it, he's getting turned on once again. He started jerking his hardening cock, grasping her wet underwear. If someone can see him now, they'll think that he's a pervert for sniffing a girl's underwear while jerking. But it's Y/N's. The innocent girl he tainted.

And while he's rubbing her wetness on his cock, he kept on imagining himself pounding into her hole. That tight vagina, only for him. He came that made him light-headed then used her underwear to wipe out his semen from the couch, thanking the heavens that it was leather then head to his own room.

Y/N and Johnny were bickering in the kitchen when Yuta went down for breakfast. It's their last vacation day and they need to make the best of it before they come back to their normal everyday lives. "Are you going swimming today?" Johnny asked the girl that made her nod, looking straight at Yuta while biting the sausage her brother cooked. Her tongue lingering on the tip as if teasing him.

"I have to make use of my bikini," she said then smiled innocently.

Fuck, Yuta thought, she's really going to get punished.

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#yuta nakamoto smut #yuta smut #nct smut

[bluewhale52]

The History of Us - Ch. 25

Synopsis: You have built your career and you have 2 rising hip hop superstars as your besties. Life is pretty good, until one drunken night that derails your life plan. How would you survive?

Pairing: ?? x OC , main characters are mostly Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae, but all 7 are present now

Fic type: text

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, fluff, angst, NSFW

Rated: R/ 18+

Warning: swearing, talk about sex and pregnancy, foreplay that includes breast touching/ massage

Disclaimer: photos are not mine, and of course characterization and scenarios of the boys are purely of my imagination

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Ch. 25 - Bombshell

3 May 2019, 06:30am

You sit at the edge of the bed, watching Taehyung sleep. Little snores escape his mouth, and his eyes twitch occasionally, and you wonder what he is dreaming about. His hair has grown longer now, and you have come to adore the soft curls that adorn his face. You smile at how much his hair reminds you of a King Charles Spaniel.

You brush your fingers over his hair, not wanting to leave just yet, but you know he is not going to wake up anytime soon. You wish you could just sleep in with him, but with the success of your best friends’ tour, you know there are a lot of things to do and plan for the rest of the year and even into the next year. You are determined to give them the world tour that you have promised.

With one hand rubbing your back (the back pain is becoming a daily occurrence, as all the pregnancy books and blogs have warned you), and one hand on the bed as an anchor, you push your 27-week pregnant body up. You gasp lightly when you feel a fingers wrapping around your wrist.

You sit back down and turn to Taehyung, who is blinking his eyes to rid away his sleepiness. His voice hoarse, he asks, “What time is it?”

“Early. Go back to sleep.” You gently answer.

Rubbing his eyes, Taehyung sits up and looks at the clock at your bedside. “Noona, it’s so early.” He blinks a few more times. “And you are dressed for work. Why are you leaving so early?”

“I have to leave the office early to get ready for that gala.” You answer, rolling your eyes. Hoseok has reminded you all week that he will be brining a stylist and a make up artist to your office at 4pm on the dot. “I don’t understand how I’d need three hours to get ready. I mean it’s just dress, hair and make up; I could do it all myself in under thirty minutes.”

Taehyung lies back down on the bed, chuckling. “Always so efficient, my darling.” He rubs your arm and yawns. How does he still look so handsome when he yawns? “I’m sorry I came home so late last night.”

You shake your head in understanding. “It’s ok, how was it by the way? Your bro-date with Seokjin?”

“It was good, I’m really glad we did that.” He rubs his chin. “It’s nice to have that one on one talk, you know?”

“Put your mind at ease?” You ask carefully. You know Taehyung has not been the most receptive having Seokjin in your and his inner circle, and you have been extra careful to keep the balance between your boyfriend and your baby daddy.

“Yeah,” Taehyung lets out a long exhale. “We talked a lot. And I think I needed that more than he did? I was being very honest with him, maybe I was being too honest, like I told him all the reasons why I didn’t like him.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Wow, and how did he react?”

Taehyung scrunches his nose. “I hate that I put him in a corner like that. But...” Taehyung trails off, you stroke his leg, encouraging him to continue. “I wanted him to know what he’s put me through. Although you know most of it is my own overthinking. That was so cruel of me, right? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Yeah, that’s quite mean, Tae.” You reply in a low voice.

“But he’s such a good guy, Noona, like despite everything I said, he was still willing to listen and not retaliate at me. There are so many what-ifs going through my mind now he’s in the picture. He makes the effort to understand where I was coming from, in terms of you, us, the baby... he even bought me ramyeon.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh dear Taehyung, he knows your weakness.”

“Don’t tease. But yeah, we ended up eating ramyeon by the river, and then we just talked. I mean, really talked, and not about the three of us, but you know..” Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair.

“Like friends.” You conclude for him. Taehyung nods. “Well that’s fantastic, I’m happy, Tae.” You try to bend down to kiss him, but your pregnant belly is in the way. You pout. “Come up here and kiss me, daddy.”

Licking the corner of his mouth, Taehyung sits up and scoots closer to you. He wraps his big hand around the back of your neck, his fingers burying themselves in your hair. “You can’t call me daddy and expect me to just kiss you, darling.”

You sigh contentedly as he presses his lips against yours. “Maybe I want more than just a kiss.” You murmur. Taehyung hums as he continues to kiss you, then you abruptly pull back.

“So you’re good with Seokjin now, right?” You ask as Taehyung presses his body closer to yours, his lips start moving to your jaw.

“Yes, we’re good, darling.” Taehyung huffs as you push him back.

“OK, good, because it’s difficult for me to play mediator all the time between you two. And, Taehyung, stop it!” You squeal as his lips latch onto your neck and his hand sneaks up to cup your breast. “We’re not done talking about it!”

Taehyung is covering your neck with kitten licks, you have been very stern about him not to mark you on areas you cannot hide. “Hmmm, we can talk now,” he answers between licks. His hand is massaging your breast harder.

You moan his name as you feebly try to push him away again. “We always do this, when we need to talk, ah!” He sucks at your collarbone, interrupting you.

"We have the best talk when I’ve got my cock deep in you.” Taehyung mouths at your neck again. He glances at the alarm clock. “What time do you need to be in the office?”

“7:30.” You breathe out, voice thick of neediness.

“Good, shall we see how many times I can make you cum in thirty minutes?”

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3 May 2019, 13:20pm

You slurp another forkful of spaghetti bolognese as the door to your office opens. Namjoon and Seokjin walk in, followed by Yoongi who grimaces at your lunch.

“Noona, seriously, do you even eat anything else?”

You wipe your mouth. “What Little Miss wants, Little Miss gets.” You watch the three men standing around awkwardly before you. Something is up.

“Is everything OK?”

The three of them look at each other, before Namjoon speaks up. “About the gala tonight, there’s something you need to know.” He turns to Seokjin. “Hyung, I think it’s best you tell her.”

Seokjin rubs his face repeatedly. “OK, promise you won’t get angry, please.”

“We’re just here for moral support, by the way, he was too scared to talk to you.” Yoongi pipes in, earning an annoyed groan from Seokjin. You put aside your spaghetti. This is serious.

“Ok,” Seokjin takes a seat in front of you and inhales sharply. “do you know a Lee Yuri?”

You narrow your eyes. “Lee Yuri, whose father is in the National Assembly? Who works in my old firm and exists in this world to be my ultimate arch-nemesis?”

“I told you this isn’t good.” Yoongi whispers to Namjoon, who only nods sympathetically.

Seokjin seems to sink deeper into his seat. “Yes, and who also happens to be an acquaintance of mine...”

“He means fuck buddy.” Yoongi pipes in.

“Yah Yoongi!” Seokjin turns to glare at Yoongi angrily.

You look at Seokjin and your two friends questioningly,  “Are we here to discuss about Jin’s horrible choice of a fuck buddy? Because Jin, seriously of all the women you can get, really? Lee Yuri?”

Seokjin shakes his head, his ears immediately turning red. “She’s easy, OK? One phone call and.. no, we’re not talking about that.”

You stare at Seokjin, still unsure where the conversation is heading. He takes a deep breath.

“I did call her last weekend, you know for... that purpose. But that’s not the point of the story here. The point is,” he hurriedly says before Yoongi can interrupt him, “the point is, she’s friends with the owner of that god-awful gossip site that we hate and whose name will not  be mentioned here.”

Your eyes widened. Seokjin quickly continues. “She talks a lot after.. you know, and we kind of go way back,  we went to the same high school and university..”

“Where Seokjin first became fuck buddy with her.” Yoongi comments.

You look at Yoongi. “Thanks for the information no one asks for, Yoongs. How do you even know..”

“He told us.” Yoongi gestures to Seokjin.

“Not important to what I’m trying to say, but..” Seokjin tries to continue.”Well her family is friends with mine and I think our moms once tried to set us u..”

“Hyung, focus.” Namjon places his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder.

“Right, OK,” Seokjin clears his throat and glances at you nervously, “so, she knows you work here now, and that you and me are business acquaintances, BUT she doesn’t know that we’re all friends.”

You hold your breath, waiting for the bombshell to drop.

“And last weekend when I was with her, she was asking a lot about you. As if she’s trying to dig some dirt on you.”

There it goes. You remember Lee Yuri as the ultimate queen bee in your old firm, a position she holds because people offer her gossips inside and outside work relating to her co-workers, in return of, well, you suppose her attention and being accepted into her clique. She uses her collection of gossips and hearsay to manipulate your co-workers, and even the bosses and the clients.

You remember exactly how you and Yuri became enemies. She wanted the Bulletproof account; at first she acted all sweet and charming but you saw through her. You saw how she wanted to account so that she could sell it to another investor, and you would not sacrifice Namjoon and Yoongi. Not being able to take rejection gracefully, she launched an salicious attacks on you. For two years, you put your head down and focused on Bulletproof. As long as your friends’ label was doing well, there was no reason for the upper management to remove you. It annoys you greatly that even after you were fired from your firm, she is still haunting you.

“We think she's the one who hinted at your being Joon’s baby mama.” Seokjin cowers.

You swear in response. You know Seokjin’s legal team is doing its job, they have scared the living daylight out of the gossip site for publishing such slanderous article about you and Namjoon. You know they can’t afford to go to court, so an apology is soon coming. And you trust Seokjin enough that he will not say a single word about you, or Namjoon, or anyone else in Bulletproof to that snake. So, this is not the end of Seokjin’s confession.

“There’s more isn’t it?” You ask the three men. You brace yourself for the final blow.

“She’s coming to the gala tonight.”

You close your eyes and exhale in defeat. “Seokjin, you gotta be fucking kidding me!”

“She’s a family friend! My mom curates the guest list! I just found out this afternoon that she’s coming! Please don't kill me.” Seokjin begs.

“Ok ok ok...” you take deep breaths. “This is not a problem, right? There’s nothing she can do even if she sees me at the gala.”

“No, Noona, you see, she hates- HATES- you. She was saying how you stole the Bulletproof account from her, apparently your boss promised to give it to her after you were fired. And then you came here and you took over yourself, leaving the firm and all that. She is out for your blood.” Seokjin explains hurriedly.

“Well what else can she do? That site can’t say anything anymore about me and Joon.”

Namjoon clears his throat. “Doesn't mean she can't tell the others, Noona.”

“She will purposely provoke you at the gala. So you have to be ready.” Yoongi sighs.

“And people will talk. They will talk and whisper behind your back. You have to be ready for that too.” Seokjin says apologetically.

“Is it going to hurt us? The label?” The four of you look at each other at your question. "You guys have great momentum after the tour, we can't afford to lose it over some gossip, guys.” You remind them.

Seokjin rubs his chin, “We’ll just have to play this to our advantage. We can get an interview with a respected unbiased journalist. We’ll just tell it as it is, let the truth be out there, anyone who tries to twist it will just be seen as petty or jealous.”

You gulp. “Tell it as it is? Including your identity as...”

“If we hide nothing, there’s nothing for them to dig.” Yoongi murmurs. Namjoon nods in agreement.

“It’ll cause people to talk, no matter how good the interview is. But... It’ll show how we are different than other labels. That we’re honest, and open, and most importantly we don’t judge.” Namjoon carefully says. “But whatever action we take in this matter, we take it only if all of us agree to it.”

You bury your head in your hands. Seokjin and Taehyung have just reached a milestone in their friendship. You and Taehyung are growing closer and stronger. You dare not think what would happen if Seokjin’s plan does not yield the result you all hope for. Your head is cloudy, you can barely think right now.

You look up at Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi. All three are fidgeting, waiting for your final call. “You all three agree to this? The interview option?” They nod.

“OK.” you breathe heavily. “OK. So what’s the game plan? Joon and Yoongs are supposed to attend with me. Would it be better now if they don’t?”

“I agree they shouldn’t go. Joon, especially you. It may just create unwanted attention.” Seokjin says. “Take Hoseok, Noona. Attending with the designer of your dress is the safest option.”

You nod your head, agreeing with Seokjin. “Does he have a suit?”

Namjoon laughs out loud. “Noona. He has one of every color.”

“Ok, that was a silly question.” You set your hands on your desk. “Ok. Ok. We’re doing his then?”

“Yes.” Seokjin answers with conviction. “And we’ll pray for the best outcome.” He sticks his hand out. You, Yoongi and Namjoon look at him quizzically.

“Are we doing a cheer or something?” Yoongi looks at Seokjin with a smirk.

“We’re not. Sorry Jin.” You stand up from your desk. “But I’ll tell you what we’re doing. We’re telling Taehyung and the rest about his crazy plan of ours. Let’s go, guys.”

You are about to walk out of your office when you suddenly turn around. Spotting Yoongi trailing behind, you ask him sweetly. “Yoons, can you get the spaghetti from my desk please? I’m still hungry.”

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[driversmutbucket]

Kitten Part IX

Kylo Ren AU x Reader

lol @ me for thinking I could wrap this up in one part. Yeah, absolutely not, this is the first of 3 parts/time jumps, so this part is on the shorter side. 

Warnings: tooth rotting domestic fluff, NSFW, sub/dom, dirty talk, oral sex, ass eating, butt plug

Recap: if you had to skip the previous part due to the content, Kylo relapsed into a past drug addiction he had been keeping a secret from y/n. Y/n finds Kylo in a bit of state and learns of Kylo’s secret. The character of Luke is introduced. He is an older gentleman and friend of Kylo’s from Narcotics Anonymous. He guides and supports y/n and Kylo in the following weeks as Kylo recovers from his bender. Declarations of love are made.

6 months later

You heard a key in the front door, just as you put the kettle on. You were fresh from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy robe.

It was late, just after 8pm, you hadn’t seen your man yet today, he had been gone when you woke.

Kylo walked into the kitchen, dapper as ever in a black heavy woolen pea coat, hair slightly windswept from the winter weather outside.

“How’s my Kitten?” He asked with a smile, his large hand cupping your jaw.

“I’m good, glad you’re home.” You said, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket and tugging him down to your level, seeking his soft lips.

He hummed into your kiss.

“Speaking of, where is my girl?”

On cue your recently adopted black cat, Ebony, trotted into the kitchen. She slunk over and rubbed against Kylo’s legs.

He stroked her, cooing, “oh who is a little Daddy's girl, huh Bonny?” She purred and arched against his large hand.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Kylo had been against any animals, you had sweet talked him into adopting Ebony from a local shelter. Now she was the apple of his eye, Kylo would carry her around and get sulky when she didn’t sit on his lap on the sofa.

“How was the meeting, how’s Luke?” You asked, turning and pulling a mug from the cupboard, “Tea?”

“No thanks.” He pressed himself against your back, running his hands over your shoulders and kissing the top of your damp head.

“It was the usual and Luke is good, he asked after you.” He murmured before inhaling deeply, “Mmmmm you smell so good.”

“Awh Luke is so sweet.” You smiled, “your dinner is in the oven.” You added.

“What would I do without you?” Kylo turned your head with his hand and planted another kiss on your lips.

“Well, for one thing you would, starve.” You grinned.

He scoffed, opening the oven to retrieve his plate.

—

Kylo never moved back to his apartment after his two week stint of recovery at your house. It was unspoken, but there was too much pain and reminders of failure held in those walls, so he only returned to pack up his possessions. A lot of which he sold or passed on. He loved to exist in your space, surrounded by you.

He did overhaul your wardrobe though, organising it within an inch of its life. Actually most of the house was now organized meticulously. 

You weren’t complaining, it was like having a male Marie Kondo. You accepted that it was a way he felt in control and safe. You liked to brag that you had found a man who liked to do laundry. Whenever you tried to he would look into the wardrobe in horror, uttering an exasperated sigh.

You had finally cleared out the spare bedroom, it had mainly been used as a dumping ground. Kylo transformed it into a home office that you shared. It meant that occasionally you could both indulge in work-from-home days together, where you would drink far too much coffee and distract each other.

—

You were pulled from sleep with a gasp.

“Oh god!” You croaked, coming steadily aware of Kylos hot mouth on your pussy.

He paused and looked up at you.

You would never get sick of seeing his sleep-tousled hair between your legs, especially when he made sounds like he was eating the most delicious meal on earth.

“Oh fuck! Kyyyyyyyyy-!”

“That’s Sir to you this morning, Kitten.”

Oh. Oh.

It still made your stomach flip when you had sex like this. Like when you first met each other.

“Yes Sir”, you breathed.

It was still dark in your room, not even day-break yet.

“Hands and knees.” His voice was husky, lustful.

You scrambled up into position and arched, pushing your bottom into the air.

“Fuck, babygirl, I don’t tell you enough how perfect this ass is.” He pushed your silk nightgown up so your bare ass was exposed and rubbed your plump cheeks with his hands.

He slapped your ass, you yelped in surprise, the sting quickly giving way to pleasure. You know he would be watching how your ass jiggled and rippled.

“You like that Kitten?” He ran his hand between your legs and over your pussy, “your soaking wet little cunt, tells me you did.”

“Yes sir, I like it.” You breathed.

He brought his hand down again, harder this time. You moaned, his mouth soothing the tender skin with licks and kisses.

He pulled apart your cheeks, you squirmed as he kissed your tailbone and licked his way down to your back entrance.

Your moans became louder, pushing back against his mouth as he rimmed you.

“Filthy girl, you love me eating your ass?” He growled, before going back to his ministries.

“Yesyesyes, I love it Sir.” You rasped. He moaned into your skin.

You whined as he suddenly stopped and got off the bed.

You heard him chuckle “Stay as you are Kitten, no looking.”

You could hear him rifling in a drawer. Probably the drawer.

You stayed as still as you could with bated breath.

Your breath hitched as the bed dipped under Kylo’s weight.

“Good girl Kitten, such a good girl for me.” He praised, you flinched as he spread cold lube on your ass.

Cold silicone pressed against your asshole, you tried to relax as Kylo slowly pushed a plug in.

You whimpered as your tight passage sucked it in completely, the round top nestling between your cheeks. Kylo tapped it a few times, you hissed in pleasure.

It started to vibrate, you gasped- this was new.

“Oh! holy fuck!” you groaned.

He slapped your ass again.

You cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation of the vibrating plug being pushed in hard momentarily, dragging against your inner walls.

“How does that feel Kitten?” Kylo asked, you could hear the smirk and lust in his voice.

“AmazingitissogoodSir.” You babbled.

After 5 move spanks you were a quivering mess. He hadn’t touched your throbbing mess of a pussy, and you needed something, soon.

“Pleeeeeeese, Sir, baby! Fuck!” You pleaded. Beyond frustrated.

“Use your words baby girl, I want to hear you say it.” Kylo breathed, he was panting, you could imagine how rock hard and angry his cock would be.

“Fuck me- put your cock in me- please Sir! I need it!” You almost sobbed, legs shaking.

You wished you could see the expression on his face. The sound he made was guttural and feral- a rumbling deep within his chest.

He dragged the head of his cock through your lips, you bucked your hips desperately.

He didn’t have the patience to tease you more than that, pushing into your sopping entrance in a quick, hard motion.

Sounds of relief and pleasure erupted from the both of you.

“Fuck- I can feel the plug- fuck!” He gritted out as he began to rock into you.

You were beyond forming sentences. The vibrations in your ass and the drag of his thick cock had you in another realm.

Kylo reaches around and began rubbing your clit in strong circular motions.

You were on the cusp already, it took mere seconds for pleasure to explode through your body. The strength of your orgasm made you almost scream, your body giving out, Kylo held you up long enough to thrust into you a few more times, until he came inside you with a growling groan.

You were a boneless pile on the bed, the plug still buzzing inside you.

“You’ve killed me.” You mumbled into the mattress, as Kylo peppered soft kisses on the make of your neck and down your back before switching the plug off.

“Good way to go?” He chuckled.

“Undoubtedly.” You smiled, as you sat yourself up.

—

You woke the next morning, curled up against Kylo’s chest, sun streaming into the room through the cracks in the curtain.

You got out of bed quietly, as Kylo continued to snore softly, Ebony was curled up in his bent legs, behind his knees.

You smiled at the sweet scene before padding out into the kitchen to switch on the coffee machine.

You loved the slow, gentle nature of Sunday’s.

As the coffee brewed you connected your phone to the speaker system and put on some David Bowie softly.

You were swaying your hips and singing along to Absolute Beginners as you poured coffee into your mug when two large hands skimmed your waist and Kylo’s warm body pressed against you.

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He purred as you paused, “you look so sexy shaking your ass in this little nighty.”

You chuckled, reaching for a second mug, as he stayed pressed against you, and kissed your neck.

“Did I have a fever dream, or did you wake me up at 3am, push a vibrating plug in my ass and fuck me, Mr Ren?” You asked innocently as you poured him a cup.

You turned and handed it to him, his eyes were still bleary from sleep and he was only wearing boxers slung low on his hips.

“Dunno what you are talking about, you little nympho.” He grinned, eyes twinkling.

——

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Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC   |  Word Count: 5425 Warnings: Fluff and swearing

“Hell no!” Steve said, the words bursting forth with vigour.

“Steve, please!” Lauren begged, clutching her hands in her lap. This was not what she’d expected to happen when she’d gone to see the Captain about Loki going to Greensville with her. Sure she’d assumed there would be a little resistance but not this much.

“Lauren…” he trailed off with a sigh. “He hasn’t been part of the team long enough, or off probation for that matter, to agree to this.”

“So you’re sayin’ you don’t trust your own teammate?”

“I’m saying I don’t trust him to run around Greensville unsupervised!”

Lauren swallowed the ridiculous tears which were threatening to spill down her face and pushed to her feet. “Alright, Cap. If that’s your final decision.” She nodded, not looking at him, and headed for the door out of the office.

His hand closed over her elbow before she could escape. “Lauren? What’s really going on?”

“Nothin’. It’s fine. Stupid family stuff I never should’a dragged him into in the first place.” She shook her head, still refusing to look at Steve. “It’s all good, hun,” Lauren choked out.

“No, it’s clearly not.” Steve pulled her back and forced her onto the couch. “What’s going on, Lauren?”

She sat, head bowed, eyes on her hands, twisting her fingers together. No one but Bucky and now Loki knew about Greensville. About her mama. About getting left at the altar. She tried a final time to avoid the inevitable. “It’s nothin’, Steve. Please. Forget I asked.”

“I don’t think so, doll.”

With a sigh, Lauren raised her eyes to his and watched the panic race across his face. It set her slouching, an action which would have horrified her mother. “It’s all gone catawampus,” she said, swiping at the tear which spilled down her cheek.

Steve reached for a box of tissues and dumped them swiftly in her lap. “I don’t know what catawampus means, Lauren, but you can’t cry! Not in my office!” 

His nearly frantic denial had a small smile flitting across her face, and her tears drying up. Taking a tissue, she dabbed at her eyes. “It means sideways, askew. My whole life went to hell this mornin’.”

“What did he do?”

“Who?”

“Loki.”

“Don’t be goin’ off half-cocked, Cap! Loki’s not at fault for anythin’ that happened this mornin’. It’s my fault. I did somethin’ foolish. He’s only tryin’ to help me out.” Taking a deep breath, Lauren forced herself to calm down. When she got riled up like this, her southern came out with a vengeance. “My… relationship with my family is… strained, to say the least. Especially with my mama.”

“How so?”

She rubbed her palms on her dark blue pencil skirt before closing her fists on her knees. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bandy this about, Steve.” She glanced his way, and he nodded, concern showing on his face. “Four years ago, right before I moved here and got in as Tony’s assistant, I was… I was…” her breath hitched, “I was left… at the altar.”

Steve made a soft sound, but she couldn’t tell if it was pity or anger that resided in it. “You were getting married? And he left you?”

A wry smile flirted with her lips. “George ran off with his mistress.”

“Lauren…”

She shook her head, the pity now present in his voice and eyes. “The thing is, my family’s never forgiven me for leavin’ after. My... my mama especially. She always liked George. Sometimes I think she liked him more than me.”

His hand closed over hers, warm and strong and offering comfort. “What’s this got to do with Loki?”

“She called me this mornin’, my mama. Full of news and scorn and disapproval. It seems George is back.”

“So?” Steve scoffed.

“He’s been askin’ after me. I’m expected to come home and pick back up where we left off.”

“Like hell, you will!”

She laughed softly and squeezed his hand.

The angry flush on his face was nice to see. It meant he was on her side, and she needed that.

“So I said to my mama, but… I did somethin’ foolish.” Releasing his hand, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “It happened faster than a knife fight in a phone booth. I lied to her. Told her I was seein’ someone.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. “And you chose Loki?”

“Heavens to Betsy, Steven!” she exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “Why are y’all so hung up on Loki? He’s a good man tryin’ to help me out of the stupid situation I got myself into. I know y’all have history with him, but I’d be much obliged if you’d get off his back!”

He studied her for a moment, blue eyes assessing.

Lauren lifted her chin, defiance written all over her face.

“Just explain one thing to me. Why Loki? Why not Bucky, or me for that matter?”

She passed her hand over her hair, smoothing down her sleek tail, hoping her nerves didn’t give away the second lie she was about to tell today. If she told Steve Loki had basically tricked her into it, he would really throw a fit. “He was there, and he was willin’. Besides,” she forced a laugh, “Bucky is rather… blunt.”

“And me?”

“You’re about as famous as the flag, Cap. If I dared ever tell my mama, I was dating the Steve Rogers, why she’d have the weddin’ planned and my trousseau sorted. Hell, she’d be fixin’ up the old cradle and pushin’ for the first baby.”

He blushed, the action adorable, and set Lauren laughing.

“Don’t worry, sugar. I wouldn’t let my scary mama back you into a corner.” Leaning forward, she patted his cheek.

Steve smiled and shook his head. “So… Loki.”

“Loki.” She nodded. “He may be an Avenger, but he’s not such a public one, what with y’all never lettin’ him out.”

He frowned but ignored her dig. “What’s Bucky got to say about all this?”

“Since when did James Barnes become my keeper?”

He arched a brow. “Like he’s not going to have an opinion on the matter?”

“Even if he does, I’m a grown woman, Steve. And Loki has been nothin’ but a gentleman about the whole thing.”

And there went lie number three. She could still feel the imprint of Loki’s lips on her throat and mouth even hours later. His hands on her body, the wash of his breath across her skin. The scent of him lingered in her nose.

“Lauren?”

She snapped back to the present. “Yes? Sorry, my mind wandered.”

“Hmm.” Steve hummed. “I saw.” He rested his elbows on his knees and heaved a sigh. “How long will you be gone?”

“Week, maybe less if I can’t stand to be there longer. I have to at least get through the Fourth.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Steve sighed a second time and relented. “Fine, but I want to hear from you every day. And,” he held up his hand when she squealed. “If he does anything, and I mean anything, Lauren, to make you uncomfortable, or if he pulls any stupid tricks, I’m calling you both back. You get me?”

“Absolutely!” She threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Steve! I was so worried I’d have to go home and they’d know I was all hat and no cattle.”

“Dollface, I don’t know what that means,” Steve said, hugging her back.

Pulling away, she patted his cheek. “S’okay, sug’. You just saved me from the experience. You’re a peach.”

He blushed again, making her giggle.

Jumping up, she straightened her skirt. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow, early. Would it be alright if I borrow Loki this evenin’? If he’s going to play my beau, I kind of need to prep him for it.”

Steve got up and opened the door. “You do what you need to, doll. Just… promise me you’ll stay out of trouble?”

She laughed. “Why, Steve, just how much trouble could a girl get into with the God of Mischief?” With a little wave, she rushed away, needing to finish up the bit of work she had left for Tony.

Steve watched her go, shaking his head. “How much? Too much,” he muttered, stalking back into his office and shutting the door, unaware of the hard eyes of said god which watched him.

***

Later that evening as Lauren stripped out of her work clothes, she went over all the things she figured she should explain to Loki about her family, and what he was getting himself into. Along with that, she knew he was right in how they needed to be more comfortable physically with each other.

A blush burned high in her cheeks. He seemed plenty comfortable with their physicality. It was she who had the issue. Blushing like a schoolgirl or leaping out of her skin every time he placed his hands on her.

In light of her personal revelation, she’d invited him to join her for dinner. The dress she’d chosen, while not what she’d typically wear in New York, was very much in keeping with her southern roots. It was a blush pink A-line which flared gently at the hips. A skinny white belt wrapped her waist, matching the short white kitten heels, and pearls graced her throat. Instead of the sleek ponytail she’d worn all day, she’d left her hair loose and curling around her shoulders, flowing over the cap sleeves of her dress. All in all, she looked the part of the southern belle her mama had raised her to be.

When the knock came, she swiped a quick dab of lip gloss over her lips and went to get the door. With a smile, she swung it open only to find the scowling visage of Natasha Romanoff standing before her. “Nat?”

“Loki?” Natasha spat coldly, pushing past her into the room.

“Natasha, what?”

The redhead spun around, snarl on her lips. “You’re going out with Loki? Running around with the Puny God?”

“Natasha! That’s quite enough. Don’t go sayin’ somethin’ you can’t take back!”

“What the hell were you thinking, Lauren?”

Shocked, Lauren gaped at her.

They were all so hell-bent on making Loki into this bad guy when he was merely trying to help her out of sticky situation. None of them gave him the benefit of the doubt. None of them had even asked her if she was okay with it. They all just kept jumping down her throat, making assumptions and trying to govern her life no different than her mother.

Lauren had had quite enough of it. “You know what, Nat? Be like the old lady who fell out of the wagon!”

“Fuck, Lauren! Don’t give me those southernisms of yours! Speak plain English for Christ’s sake!”

“You want plain English? Fine! It’s none of your business, Natasha, so butt the hell out!”

“What the hell’s wrong with you? You know what he did!” Nat shouted.

“And I know he regrets it! He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t!” Lauren hollered. “He’s been here almost a year. A year, Natasha! And in all that time he’s done nothin’ but have the back of each and every one of you. Yet you can’t see past your own hatred to see he’s tryin’! Goddammit, he’s tryin’! Hell, even Clint’s forgiven him, but you can’t? Who’s really got the issue here?”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of!”

“Yes, I do!”

Shock cascaded over Nat’s face before the solid mask of disinterest locked all her feelings away.

“I read each and every file that crosses Tony’s desk. If y’all don’t think I don’t know exactly what Loki’s capable of, well, you’d be wrong. And the one thing I know for certain, if y’all keep looking at him like he’s crooked as a barrel of fish hooks, he’ll turn out that way.” Still holding the door open, Lauren motioned towards it. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m waitin’ on my date for the evenin’.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Nat said as she walked out.

“Then it’s my mistake to make.” Lauren shut the door firmly. Stalking to the sofa, she sank down on it and put her head in her hands.

Evidently, Steve had done what she’d asked and not bandied her history around, but she should have known this impromptu change in her ‘relationship’ with Loki would cause tensions to rise for some of the team.

When the gentle touch to her shoulder registered, she jolted upright. Loki was sitting beside her on the sofa.

“Loki? How in the world?”

“Lauren…” His eyes were a soft blue, so full of gratitude she instantly relaxed.

“You came through the door invisible, didn’t you?”

He nodded.

“So… you heard…”

“Everything…” His voice was rough with emotion. “No one but Thor has ever… you stood up to her, your friend, for me.” He sounded so astounded Lauren’s heart hurt.

“Oh… oh, Loki. You’re my friend too,” she said, her hands rising to gently cup his face.

His eyes darkened, and the colour deepened. Long, elegant fingers were suddenly threading through her hair. Blunt masculine nails skated over her scalp.

She had to bite her cheek to keep from moaning.

“Only your friend, my Lauren? I thought I was so much more?”

Dark velvet. That’s what his voice sliding over her felt like. Again she inhaled his scent, heat and musk and something which wrapped around her senses and made her whimper.

“You are,” she whispered.

“What am I to you?” His mouth was a hair’s breadth from hers. His breath, warm and smelling of mint, washed across her lips.

She had to close her eyes when all the sensations became too much. The hands she held to Loki's cheeks slipped down to his neck and back to tangle in the long hair at his nape. She revelled in the soft texture when it spilled through her fingers. “You’re mine…” For now, anyway.

“Exactly, my sweet,” he whispered as his lips descended.

The second kiss rivalled the one from this morning, then surpassed it when the once dark god licked a searing line of heat across her bottom lip. A startled moan of pleasure gave him an opening, and his wickedly dancing tongue was suddenly in her mouth. It teased hers, coaxed it to twist and writhe with his. The hands in her hair tightened, drawing back and down as he turned his head. The new angle sealed their mouths together, and Lauren moaned in pleasure.

Sharp, throbbing beats of desire were streaking through her, centering between her legs in a way they never had when she’d kissed George.

Was this how she was supposed to feel? Was this how pleasure should truly taste? She had been intimate with George only a handful of times. He was her first and was supposed to have been her last, but nowhere in all their encounters had she felt anything close to this.

“Stop thinking so hard,” Loki murmured against her lips. “You’re mine, I’m yours. Relax, darling.”

“Loki.” Lauren’s breath caught when his mouth shifted to her throat. “I think I’m well prepared to fool my mama.”

“Do you now?” He tipped her to her back on the couch, making her squeak out in surprise. Hands skimmed up her ribs, thumbs caressed the underside of her breasts.

Her startled moan was loud and very wanton. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs soak straight through her underwear. Eyes snapping open, Lauren stared up into the hungry blue pools above her. “I don’t…”

“You don’t what, my love,” he asked, tenderly touching her cheek.

“Understand…” This was just supposed to be a ruse. A game. A gambit to throw off her family. Why did it suddenly feel like so much more?

The hungry look shifted to one of patience when he sat up and drew her up with him. “Forgive me, Lauren. I got… carried away.”

“Oh,” she cleared her throat looking down at her clasped hands. “That’s… that’s alright.”

“Your words to the disapproving Black Widow simply… undid me,” he breathed against her ear.

Lauren shivered, breath quickening as desire streaked through her again. “Loki, stop teasin’.”

“I do believe this is flirting, darling,” he chuckled.

Her gaze lifted to see his cocky smile. “Well, ain’t you just the tom-cat’s kitten.”

“Again with the phrases I do not understand.”

“You’re a terrible flirt.”

He gasped in mock outrage. “I beg your pardon! I’m an excellent flirt!”

“Which isn’t somethin’ you should brag about, sir.”

Capturing her hand, Loki brought it swiftly to his lips, kissing the center of her palm. She had her heart stutter, then skip a beat entirely when his teeth nipped into the fleshy base of her thumb.

“You were saying?” he asked coyly.

“Was I?” she replied breathlessly.

“Hm,” he hummed happily. “I guess you weren’t. Dinner?”

“Desert?” she asked, making him chuckle.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” Leaning down, he kissed her again.

Lauren couldn’t help herself the third time. Not when she knew he tasted of mint and dark chocolate laced with heat, like cocoa spiced with chillies. She kissed him back, sucked his lower lip, bit it gently, and slipped her tongue between his teeth. The flavour was even better when tasted at the source.

There was an instant of surprise before arms of steel banded around her. He drew her in and up, and she found herself perched on his knee.

Thrusting her hands into his hair, Lauren forced his head back and closed her lips over his Adam’s apple. Absently, she wondered what they called it on Asgard. They didn’t hold to the same religious context there as they did here on earth. Was it called an Odin’s apple instead?

All thought on the matter flew straight out her head when she nipped the flesh gently, causing him to moan. Dear heaven…  It was a glorious sound. Dark and wanton. She wanted to hear it again. Wanted to taste it when he made it.

Kissing his throat, she worked her way to the rapid fluttering of his pulse. Licking at it made him shudder, so she did it a second time. She sucked hard enough to leave a mark and finally pressed her teeth into his skin.

When he moaned again, she was quick off his throat to catch the tail end, shivering as a new flavour crossed her tongue. Something cool like a peppermint patty filled her mouth. Frost giant, whispered through her mind.

Ice was in his blood.

“Oh god…” she moaned against his lips.

“Yes, I am.”

Her mouth fell open at the cocky tone and laughing blue eyes, but it was his hands sliding up her back which made her quiver. She looked down. Her eyes narrowed back on the fluttering beat in his neck. Leaning closer, she brushed her lips over that spot, nipped it, felt him freeze. Rising up, nibbling along his jaw, she made her way to his ear. She licked the shell, whispering in it, “I like tastin’ your moan.”

“Fuck,” seeped slowly from his lips.

She laughed softly and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Will you moan for me, Loki?”

“Vixen,” he growled, turning to catch her lips.

He thrust his tongue between her teeth, forcing her mouth open so when he moaned, a deep, dark sound of desire, she tasted all of it. More of that frost flavour slid down her throat, and Lauren shivered. 

When he finally pulled back, she licked her lips. “Delicious.”

His breath shuddered out. “You, madam, are trouble.”

“Never mess with a southern girl… my Loki,” she said, pushing from his lap. A fairly bright blush coloured her cheeks as she pretended not to notice the bulge in his trousers or the way he subtly shifted himself. “I think, perhaps, we should go to dinner before I do somethin’ else foolish.”

“Oh? And what foolish act are you contemplating, Lauren?”

“A lady never tells.” She scratched Felix’s chin, her cat had appeared from somewhere, before picking up a light wrap and heading for the door. “You comin’, peaches?”

The God of Mischief grinned wickedly at her. “A few more minutes on your couch and I could have been.”

Her face flamed, and she turned away. “You must think I’m a hussy. Taking advantage like that when you’re only tryin’ to help.” She wondered if being around him could make others more inclined to mischief. She’d never been so forward with her ex.

Loki was just so… so… scrumptious. He brought something out in her, she hadn’t known existed until he’d pressed his lips to hers. He had her backed against the door so fast, Lauren hadn’t even seen him move and gasped in shock.

His lips skimmed her cheek on the way back to her ear. “Take advantage, I give you permission. In fact, I insist, sweet Lauren.”

Laughing softly, she shook her head and pushed him away. “Thank you, Loki, but I’m sure I can keep my hands to myself. It’s sweet of you to make me feel better though.”

He frowned at her, a look she couldn’t decipher crossing his features before it cleared. “Shall we, darling?” he asked, stepping back and offering his arm.

She took it without hesitation, just now noticing the elegant dark suit he was wearing. “We shall.”

***

Dinner had been a revelation of how very different this world was from his own. Not the food, or the dining part, he’d been out to eat a few times with Thor and Jane, but with how strange Lauren’s upbringing had been.

She’d been born into an apparently well-off family, the middle child of three daughters. Her elder sister, Marabeth, was married with two young children to a man from another well-to-do family. Someone who had the right last name.

He understood that part, the right name. After all, he’d been Loki Odinson most of his life, though he went by Loki Laufeyson now. It had afforded him certain privileges, being an Odinson.

The younger sister was unattached. Lauren had warned him Cissy, born Priscilla, could be a bit overwhelming at times. Dramatic at others. She didn’t say it, but he inferred from the look on her face and the way she bit her lip this Cissy had a tendency to cause trouble. Little did she know she’d be up against the God of Mischief himself.

Her father was some sort of horseman, something which intrigued Loki. He’d always enjoyed the Asgardian steeds and was interested in seeing what the Midgardians had to offer.

Here, again, she didn’t have much to say. She spoke of her father very little. Talked only of the farm she’d grown up on and how her father was often gone to the club, or golfing with his peers.

Her mother had been much more present, taking the girls in hand and sending them off to cotillion for etiquette lessons to learn proper manners, putting them in pageants, making their debut as debutantes. It had been during her first season when her mother had introduced her to George and his family. During the third, at nineteen, when they’d started making plans for Lauren and George to marry. They’d chosen to wait until she was twenty-two, only because George was finishing University.

While he didn’t understand everything she’d explained, much of the socialite world she’d been born into hard for him to fathom, he got the gist of it.

This George her mother was so fond of, no better than a Bilgesnipe in his mind, had Lauren promised to him. He’d then walked away from that promise four years ago, and was, now, returning to see it fulfilled. Which was as likely to happen as Ragnarok.

Loki would never allow it.

The more she’d spoken of her family, her life, her past, the more he’d wanted to tell her they would not be returning to her former home. New York was her home. The Tower and the Avengers. Where people liked her for who she was, saw the real her, and respected the brilliant, independent woman she had become. But that was not, unfortunately, his decision to make.

As he could attest to, seeing as how he was sitting across from her on Stark’s private helicopter watching her twist her fingers together.

“Lauren, sweetheart, come here.” He patted the seat beside him.

Lauren looked up sharply, wiped her palms on her sleek white pants, stood, and joined him on the seat where he sat, one leg crossed over the other.

Though he preferred dark colours, he’d bowed to her wisdom when she’d recommended the lighter ones, noting her hometown was rather humid and hot. Especially this time of year. So he’d dressed in the tan linen pants and soft blue, nearly white, short-sleeved polo shirt. He hadn’t missed the way her eyes had lingered on the exposed flesh of his forearms, or how she’d licked her lips when he’d crossed them, causing his muscles to flex.

It appeared his Lauren liked a man with a fit physique.

She, too, had dressed for the weather in knee-length white pants and pale, mint green top. It tied at the back of her neck, leaving her arms and shoulders and most of her back bare. Her golden hair was pulled into her usual sleek tail, and her makeup, slightly heavier than usual, had her eyes looking especially green.

Placing his arm behind her, he drew her to his chest, encouraging her head to rest against him. Loki slowly stroked his fingers up and down her back and was pleased when she confidently cuddled into him.

It had been shocking last night when she’d labelled herself a hussy, and stated he was only helping her. Clearly, she’d missed he meant more by his assistance then just getting her family off her back. He’d have to make sure she knew his intentions by the time they returned to the Tower.

He placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Do not fret, darling. I would never allow them to hurt you.”

She sighed, her hand playing with the button near his throat. “I feel like all I’ve told you is the bad parts, but there’s good, too. You’ll see. The picnic on the Fourth, and the fireworks… they’ve always been my favourite. There’s swimmin’ in the creek and walkin' through the oak groves and seein' the Spanish Moss hangin' from the trees. The town puts on this amazin’ barbeque and dance…and my gran. She’ll think you’re just the bee’s knees she will.” She trailed off, and he placed a finger beneath her chin.

Tilting her face up, he smiled for her. “If I am with you, my Lauren, then I will be most content.” Leaning down again, he placed a tender, slow, sweet kiss to her lips.

The gloss she perpetually wore tasted like strawberries. Loki cupped her cheek and held her there, lips moving together in a seductive dance which set his heart racing.

A silky moan escaped her, and she sighed into him. Her hand wandered up to lay against the side of his throat, thumb grazing his jaw.

Loki curled into her, pressing her back into the seat. His hand shifted to her shoulder and slid over the skin of her arm, all the way down to her hand where he linked their fingers together. He nipped softly at her lip and lifted his head enough to brush his lips along her cheek. “I am yours, fair Lauren. Do with me what you will.”

“Loki,” she breathed shakily.

He smiled at the sound. “I mean it, Lauren. Whatever you need, I am at your service.”

Her eyes opened, the green the darkest he’d ever seen them. The want in them, the desire humming in her blood, was startlingly clear.

Yet, he knew from their time together, from what Lauren herself had confessed, this George had been her only lover. If he was going to seduce the golden Lauren, which he was damn well going to, he was not going to do so in the back of Tony’s aircraft. Sitting back, he drew her close again, and placed her head beneath his chin. “Why not rest here a moment, darling.”

She did just that, her hand sliding over his chest. “I aim to take you up on that. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Are you so worried I will mess this up?” Offence filled his words.

“Not you, me. I’m afraid of what I’ll do if they keep shovin’ George at me.”

“You will do nothing. At this time, you are my woman.” There was no mistaking the way she shivered when he claimed her. It set him grinning over her head. “Asgardians protect what is theirs.”

“My, ain’t you got gumption.”

Tracing his fingers up her spine, Loki sighed. “I do believe you have used more of those southernisms in two days than I have heard in a year. What, pray tell, is gumption?”

“It’s a way of saying you’ve got spirit. I think I like how you Asgardians think.”

“What’s not to like?” 

A soft snicker escaped Lauren. “Please avoid smashin’ the cups like Thor did.”

“Hm, he is a brute at the best of times. Still, he has always had my back.”

Relaxing further, she sighed. “He’s your brother. That’s his job.”

“Are you falling asleep, darling?”

“No. Just checkin' my eyelids… for holes,” she sighed again and drifted off.

“A likely story, my Lauren.” Loki stroked her back, well aware of the stress this was causing his precious one. He didn’t like it. Not in the least.

After dinner, once she’d ascertained he’d be appropriately attired and he’d seen her to her room, he’d been cornered by both Steve and Tony. They’d threatened him with the typical hellfire and brimstone wrath of Captain America and Iron Man if he should do anything to harm or endanger Lauren.

As he’d just listened to her speak on the state of her family, he didn’t think it was him they should be worried about. Well, maybe, should her family prove… vexing.

He’d been about to say as much when Bucky had sauntered into the room packing Lauren’s cat.

The former Winter Soldier had wandered up beside him, him, not Steve or Tony, and had given the two of them a hard look before sending him a solid smirk. “Tell Lauren I’ve got Felix while you’re gone. Good luck with her mother. I sure as shit wouldn’t want to be standing where you are. Piece of advice? Maybe don’t use that insult you spat at Nat on the helicarrier.”

“Mewling quim?”

“Yeah, that one,” Bucky had chuckled. “Not a good idea.” Then, with a nod, he’d walked out, packing the fat orange cat in his metal arm, leaving the two other Avengers standing there, mouths agape and staring.

The former Winter Soldier had given his blessing to the endeavour. The man who was most protective of Lauren hadn’t shown a hint of concern.

Loki had felt very smug, very satisfied when he’d walked out after Barnes without so much as a peep from Steve or Tony.

Bucky had his back, as he said he would.

It was an odd feeling for Loki, having someone besides Thor give him the benefit of the doubt. And he’d had two people in less than two days show him such faith. It was surprisingly... nice.

When Lauren sighed, turning further into him, her leg sliding over his knee, and her hand falling toward his lap - a dangerous position for his rather innocent Lauren to be in - he was swift to catch it. Looking down on her face in repose, Loki allowed a trickle of his magic to flow out around them. The space within the aircraft flickered, shifted, morphed, and he reclined the two of them back, legs stretching out as the seat became a divan, lush and thick.

Pillows mounded behind him as she settled out along him lengthwise. He placed her hand back on his heart and continued to gently draw his fingers up and down her spine.

“Friday,” he said quietly.

“Yes, Loki?” came the disembodied voice.

“Inform me when we’re twenty minutes out.” With the AI’s agreement, he turned his nose into Lauren’s apple-scented hair and allowed himself to drift.

Next Chapter

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson's partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won't let me have cookies!”

“That's because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It's late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn't fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I'll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

“Uh, I have a little surprise for you, sweetie.” Winking, you guided his hand to your hot, bare core underneath the short sundress you had on and earned a grunt from him. “So, how do you like it?”

“If you keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you right here. And you know I can't stop until you're screaming and begging for more.” His voice was hoarse, soaked in desire. Klaus started to slowly circle figure eights on your clit, which made a gentle sigh escape. That man knew how to turn you on like no other. “This little pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does.” You linked your arms behind his neck, soon after standing on your toes to steal a shy peck. His rough hand kept working on the centre of your legs, providing a wave of jitters to spread through your form. “But I rather not traumatise our two daughters who are just outside.”

“I'm sorry, love.” His face did not seem apologetic at all, though, which drove a small smirk to curl your lips. “It's hard to control myself when I sense that smell. When I know you're wet just for me. My little wolf craving her alpha.”

“Fuck, Nik. Don't me make this any harder that it already is.”

The man chuckled, his slim digits sliding across your face while his blue eyed stare consumed you to the bone. In a sly movement, you shortened the space between you, kissing him again, this time in a more heatedly way. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a minute, because two loud and clear screams made themselves heard, calling off the moment for now.

“I’ll go see what happened and put Cami to bed, since you clearly can't.” You glanced down, finding his length hardened and knowing he could not go anywhere near his kids with a hard-on. “Shouldn’t take long.”

Klaus nodded, swiftly agreeing with your statement, and went upstairs, leaving you to deal with the two girls. As you walked towards the yelling source, your mind wandered of how you felt when you found out about the loophole that gave you two amazing daughters with the man you loved. Of course you were shocked at first, for the idea had never crossed your mind, however, it all disappeared once you held baby Hope in your arms. Camille, the youngest, came eight years later. The Mikaelsons thrilled with both arrivals, glad that their family was being purified by these two pure souls.

“Mum!”

“What is going on here?”

“Hope stole my cookie!”

“Dad said you couldn't have it.” The brown haired teenager rolled her eyes, shaking her head to her younger sister. “I was just following his rules.”

“Hope’s right, Cami, your father did tell you not to eat it and you disobeyed him.”

“But mum I was hungry!” The blonde whimpered, crossing her arms against her chest.

“No excuse! Go to your room, brush your teeth and off to bed. It's almost ten P.M. and you should be sleeping by now.”

“I'm not sleepy yet!”

“You'll be when you get in bed.” You gazed at Hope, who was leant against a white wall, observing the entire thing and shot her a smile. She groaned. “Thanks, pup.”

“Come on, little brat, let's get you settled to go to bed.”

A proud smile lied on your lips as you watched them mingle with the shadows, going to their rooms. Without a doubt, despite the trouble the sisters caused, they had been the most wonderful gift Klaus had ever given you. Actually, given to you both.

Clamping your bottom lip between your teeth, you remembered that he was waiting for you, possibly lying naked in your bed. The thought made a light discharge drip down your legs and you finally moved, rapidly, to where he was, also hoping he had touched himself so you could punish him right.

Oh, damn you, Niklaus Mikaelson!

“Stop teasing, Nik!” A mellow moan echoed on the place as the blond slithered his thumb across your entrance. After that, he licked a stripe on your inner thigh, winning another frustrated grunt. “Shit!”

“Tell me, love” A pair of blue eyes were raised to look at you whilst his breath fanned your slit, making you contort and arch your back. “What do you want?”

“I want your fucking dick buried inside my pussy. Am I asking too much?” You supported yourself on your elbows, glancing over at him. The Hybrid grinned and pulled your legs, making you fall on your back against the mattress again, then, without hesitation, he shoved two of his digits inside your throbbing core. “Oh God.”

“Nah, don't bother God about this, sweetheart.” Still pounding his fingers in and out, he leant in and savoured one of your nipples. His tongue swirling around the soft skin to make it turgid. All you managed to do was moan, gasp and pant. The orgasm seemed seconds away. “Is my baby girl close? I can feel your walls starting to clench, darling.”

“J-just k-keep going, baby. It feels so good!”  

Klaus roughly grasped your hips, bringing them to his mouth in order for him to get taste of your dripping pussy. The soft touch erupted a minor throaty moan, causing a smug smirk to curve Klaus’ lips. You could literally feel him do it. He continued to pump and kitten lick your bundle of nerves until you broke down, cumming; your entire form trembled, shuddering. Plus, you were not able to help the loud “Klaus” that came alongside your climax.

“You're going to wake up the kids this way, love.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, breathlessly. “It's your fault.”

“Well…” A genuine smile made his dimples show and that, although it sounded crazy, got you aroused again. He caught the scent right away. “Oh, look! My baby girl is ready again, isn't she?”

“Oh yeah, she is.” The hoarse whisper that fell from your lips was surprisingly sexy; plus, it imbued you with enough boldness to get him to lie down on the bed and quickly straddle the big bad wolf. “And she's going to ride the hell out of you.”

“Uh, interesting.” He rested his hands on each side of your hips, his thumbs massaging it at leisure. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Ride your man!”

“My man?” You queried, quirking a brown while swiveling on his lap, gaining a deep grunt. “Since when you are so keen to being under me?”

“I guess I enjoy the bouncing of your tits above me.” The Mikaelson shrugged and you bit your lower lip, eventually joining him in a giggle. “Come on, love, do your thing. It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say how badly you want my pussy. Beg for it.”

“I want it very, very much. I want to feel it strangling my thick cock.”

“Fuck.” The mutter made him smile. “You're so delicious, Nik. So tempting.”

Yet, before you could finally sink down on his dick and end the built up tension, the tall wooden door from the master suite was swung open, revealing a frightened seven year old. Camille's eyes, however, soon showed signs of confusion to why her mother was on top of her father, both bare naked. The second you noticed the child, you squealed, quickly covering yourself with a sheet and blushing, your cheeks bright red from embarrassment.

“Cami, what are-” Hope widened her eyes to the scene and a little after she frowned, looking away. “Ew!”

“Oh my God.” You buried your face on your hands while Klaus simply laughed, covering himself and sitting straight. “I thought you had locked the door!”

“Mum, dad, what were you doing?” The high pitched voice that belonged to your younger daughter questioned and she quickly narrowed her eyes. “I woke up with a bunch of weird noises, then I heard mum screaming and I thought you were doing something to her, dad. Also, why are you naked?”

“Come here, sweetheart.” Klaus requested, wearing his best reassuring smile. “You too, Hope.”

“Oh no, I don't want to hear that.”

“Quit being a brat!” He said, rolling his eyes; her gaze fell to the volume underneath the sheet that covered his stuff. Noticing it, you swiftly threw a pillow on it. No need to traumatise them any further. “Alright, darling, you see… Your mum and I were just playing a game.”

“What kind of game?”

Your husband exhaled, licking his lips and trying his best to stay calm.

“Uh, it's a game that people who love each love each other play.”

“But if it's only a game, why come you're not wearing clothes? And why was mum screaming?”

“We can't play it unless it's without clothes, it's not fair to the participants. As for you mum, she lost so I had to... tickle her.”

“Oh damn, this is so disgusting!” Hope cried, crinkling her nose. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

“Can I play it too, dad?”

“No!” You squeaked, widening your eyes and shaking your head violently. “It's a game for grown ups like dad and I, sweetie.”

“Oh. Wait, all the times I heard you screaming you were playing this game?”

“You heard us before?” The blond Mikaelson questioned, incredulously.

“Mostly mum saying things like 'faster’ and 'deeper’. “ Cami shrugged. “And you calling her ‘baby’.”

“Camille, let's go to bed, shall we?” Hope interrupted, obviously tired and disgusted to be there. “It's late, mum and dad need to finish whatever they were doing and we need to sleep. We have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She agreed, yawning afterwards. “Take me to bed, Hopey.”

The teenager picked her small sister up and the latter smoothly lied her blonde head on Hope's shoulder, falling asleep in a blink of an eye. You motioned to stand up, however, Klaus gripped your wrist, forbidding you to move away from him. A second later he broke the awkward silence:

“Darling…”

“Don't push me, dad.” The brown haired Mikaelson watched your movements and politely denied it with a wave of her hand. “I got this, mum. Just… Leave me alone for a while, okay? Both of you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” You stated, your irises infused with guilt. “I thought your stupid father had locked the bloody door.”

“Let’s forget this ever happened.” The fifteen year old said, closing her eyes. “Good night, dad. Mum.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

The Original Hybrid stood up, as soon as she was gone, and clicked the door shut. Your cheeks were still red, you were still ashamed; how could you ever forget this? Your daughters, the little people you brought to life, had seen you about to have sex with their father. If the supernatural life did not damage them, this surely would do the trick.

“Love… Don't take this too seriously.”

“How can I not? They saw us, for God's sake!”

“So what? Cami is not old enough to understand what she saw and Hope knows we do it. No big deal.”

“One thing is to know, the other is to see it.”

He rolled his eyes, unexpectedly pulling you by your ankles and opening your legs to him. His digits slided through your folds, caressing them and slowly getting them wet again. You allowed your head to fall back, fully aware that it was useless to fight against the man who possessed the sex drive of a seventeen year old boy. Also, you were way too sexually frustrated to deny it by this point.

“Shall we continue our little game, love?”

“Argh, do it already, Niklaus!” The demand slipped whilst you screwed your eyes shut, grasping the bed's sheet, squeezing it tightly. “I need you inside of me. Right fucking now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Grinning, Klaus teased you a tad more, using the swollen tip of his cock to stroke your clit, his pre-cum mixing up with your juices, which helped a lot to increase the room's heat. It was all so hot! You whined, words barely audible. At last, he granted your wish, pushing his shaft inside of you in a sharp movement, obtaining a low gasp as an answer. The Hybrid stayed still for a minute, waiting for your walls to adjust and stretch.

“Wait, before you start, I have a better idea.” A dirty smile changed your face, giving it a lewd beam. “You said you like my tits bouncing. Let me go on top, come on.”

“The kitty likes to be the dominant.” He chuckled, quickly switching places and letting you ride him as you wished. “Bounce those for me, love.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Repeating his words, you slapped your hands on his chest and began to move in a medium stride, earning raspy grunts from Klaus, who had pierced his blue eyes on your entire body, watching as you went up and down on his cock. Damn, that made you feel hotter than ever.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, soon he was cupping your breasts, lightly squeezing them; also, his digits found the soft skin of your peaks, pinching it slightly and making you shiver. Due to the intensity, your hands curled into fists on his chest, punching it as you started to grind against his dick, feeling it go all the way up.

“Shit!” You gasped, and so did he, chewing your bottom lip to hold back the screams that were about to come out. “Klaus, you make me feel so damn good!”

“Oh yeah?” The original’s voice was hoarse, soaked in the mixture of sensations both of you were sharing. “I-I’m going to-”

“Sh.” Silencing him with a finger, you leant in to get a taste from that tasty mouth; the next minute, your tongues were swirling together whilst your forms rocked back and forth to achieve the ultimate pleasure. “Cum to me, Nik.”

“It's always for you, love.” A faint chuckle left his lips as he gripped your hip, moving his own against yours and creating an incredible amount of friction that got your walls clenching around him in no time. “Keep doing that. It feels amazing.”

Using his thumb, he circled figure eights on your small bundle of nerves, which was more than enough to drive you over the edge. High on the orgasm, you cried out his name, allowing your body to fall limp above him. The Hybrid did not stop, though; he pounded in and out of you insanely, groaning raspily.

Finally, after a couple slaps on your ass and letting a low, but sexy, growl escape, Klaus came inside of you. His hot seed filling you up, completing the rough sex session. It had been so intense, you couldn't even raise your glance to observe him, for your form was still numbed out.

“Fuck.” The blond Mikaelson mumbled, his large hands sliding down your back, in order to sooth you and show his affections. “You've been such a good girl, babe.”

“I love when you call me that.” A weak smirk curved your parted lips, a pant falling from them as you did so. “Nik, you tired me out this time.”

“That's new, Y/N.” His chest jittered with his laugh. “Do you want to take a shower, love?”

“Only if you bathe me, because, honestly, I'm not strong enough to do it myself. Seriously, honey, this time you fucked me into oblivion.”

“Is that good or bad?” Klaus quizzed and you could sense he was smiling. “So…?”

“That's good. That's fucking good.”

“We should do it more often, then.”

“For now, just shower me, okay? Let me recover first.”

Chuckling, he easily got up and collected your form from the king sized bed, heading towards the bathroom. You checked the mess that you two left behind over his shoulder, beginning to laugh afterwards, because, between you, it was always this messy.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, caressing his stubbled cheek. “I love you.”

“Uh, I've tired you out and got an 'I love you’. Is it my birthday?”

“Tosser.”

“That's the Y/N I know.”

“You didn't say it back.” He frowned, placing you carefully on the bathtub. “That you love me.”

“Seriously?”

“Niklaus, you humped my brains out and now you're shy to say I love you?”

“You know that I do. I love you so damn much.”

A bright smile enlightened your traits while he turned on the warm water faucet, joining you inside the tub right afterwards. With your back resting against him, you could not help but think of how it did not matter how bad he was outside, whenever he was with you, it was always going to be like this: soft and sweet.

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How well do you know cats?

Can you tell whether they like to do certain things or like something? Here are some questions that might throw you off if you think you already know the answer. 

Kittens purr to allow their moms understand that everything is fine. Cats purr if they are feeling happy and safe. Without stopping cats may purr.

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You have discovered their tongues feel like sandpaper In case you have been stung by a cat. Cats use their tongue keep it smooth and to brush their fur.

What exactly does it mean when a cat arches up her back and puffs?

There is A cat fearful or mad or both. She's making herself look larger and scarier As soon as a cat arches her back and puffs up. Another way is by standing. In case your cat growls or hisses, so you ought to stay away and she is angry!

This can be. Cats can not lick on themselves supporting the ears they do wash themselves.

When they visit you, is it that cats roll on their backs?

This is the most friendly thing that a cat can perform. It is her way of saying that I hope you.

Like licking petting feels much. She knows you're taking excellent care of her If you pet gently and gradually. You're currently demonstrating that you adore her!

Is it that cats knock over things?

When your kitty knocks things over it could be two things, she's attempting to receive your focus and /or she's having fun. This is not an crash! She wants you to perform her.

Is it that cats press using their paws you?

Kittens get milk. They press with one paw and then another their mom. This is known as"kneading." Kneading assists the mommy cat give the kittens milk. It reminds her when she was a kitty when cats knead together with her paws.

Not necessarily, but have balance them critters. She drops because their bodies function as a parachute, when a kitty spreads her out back and front thighs. The tail may also help balance an individual kitty.

Is it that cats warm against your thighs?

Cats rub up leg smell like a kitty. The further you smell like them they enjoy being around you. She is currently letting cats understand that you're her very own friend.

Why is it that cats make mad dashes?

A cat gets a great deal of energy. Nature gave electricity to cats to use to chase animals. She could be having fun pretending that she's crazy, although she might not have to conduct like that today.

Is it that trees grow?

Cats will do so for protection from animals, such as puppy. They like to appear about and find out what other area animals are currently doing. House cats prefer to scale up on places like fridge or a bookshelf. Cats have powerful muscles which let them get to those places.

Why is it that some cats kill birds and mice?

They aren't provided regular to cat food at a bowl. As they would in the wild, they're simply hunting and utilizing their instincts when cats kill birds and mice.

A cat seems as if her lawn is her unique location. A cat likes to test out what creatures are in their land. After she's done this, she likes to return in the home where it's safe and warm.

Why do cats consume a good deal of food simultaneously?

Cats love to eat. This isn't much! They prefer to eat a few times each day, although cats get full fast. That is the reason why it's crucial to you kitty in any way times to leave out food.

Nighttime could be a time for searching! Cats could see in the dark. Their students become very big and their eyes shine. They can be helped by A cat's whiskers from the dark. To be able to make it through small spaces, a cat may use their whiskers to find out whether their body's remainder will match. Cats possess 24 whiskers, 12 on each side, once the whiskers are a kitty is inquisitive and they're frequently fearful, if their whiskers are back.

Why is it that some cats claw on the furniture?

This is sometimes a habit that is dreadful and if the kitty is young, people like to prevent it. You may try giving your cat a scratching place to stop clawing at your furniture.

It moves their claw foot muscles. It can help to scratch the old outdoor covering. Gets your cats possess scents around the home. Why do cats scratch on folks?

Your kitty is upset, fearful or upset when she scrapes. You have to keep in mind they are defending themselves.

Squeezing her closely.

What things to do cats like to play ?

Cats like to playwith. They enjoy anything little and soft that goes. They like to swat their toys about and pounce on them. This is the way they exercise their hunting abilities.

Why is it that cats love catnip?

Catnip is a plant which cats really like to smell. It's frequently stuffed in cat toys and may be sprayed in their own toys.

Do cats see TV?

Cats don't watch TV, enjoy watching the flickering and motion that's on the 22, but they really do. Cats love whatever goes along with cats are predators. Their animal instincts inform them that this is exactly what they need to do.

Would you train a cat?

Cats aren't like dogs, but they are able to know commands and many words. Common tricks that cats may learn ring the doorbell, are regaining a ball, or turn on a water faucet.

Why are a few cats more friendly than others?

The friendliest cats will be if they had been a kitty, those which were held and petted. The more attention they received, the more friendlier a cat will end up. Don't pet if your cat is shy or chase her until she's ready. Be patient and speak to your kitty and she'll come about.

They understand the customs and patterns of the loved ones, although cats can not tell time how individuals can. They know things like if you wake up in the morning and their times. They might understand before you do, when a relative is coming.

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