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hi, its me! long time no see, about 2 years. im here to explain my absence: i lost my account for A WHILE, not able to sign in for some reason so i havent been able to post. i lost hope but then found the works for Kitten in my google docs and i decided to try again.

and wow! it worked, i am back and am so happy with all the feedback i have been receiving, i am now hopefully going to be able to finish this story (eventually).

thank you so much for understanding everyone!!

with love, oDeqth <3

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You were a secretary for the Eraserhead Agency, handling all the calls and paperwork for various things, your ears twitching at the slightest noise. Your cat ears to be specific. You had two cat ears, a cat tail, sharp canine teeth, and slit pupils that resembled a cat, among other cat-like features. It was a slower day than usual, a boring Wednesday. You herded away reporters and interviewers who wanted to have a chance to meet and talk to the pro hero, knowing it would be appreciated by the tired man. The day other than chasing away reporters and redirecting calls and filing paperwork was going by slow, much to your dismay. You glanced at the clock, wondering when the painfully slow day would be over. You would kill for a nap right about now but, work was more important.

You enjoyed working for Eraserhead, he was laid back and let you have a lot of breaks. You didn't take advantage of that though, you took two breaks a day. You knew some other employees who did take advantage of the breaks though. Poor Eraserhead, having to deal with people too stubborn to work. You caught your attention on a bright yellow haired man walking through the glass agency doors, with a familiar tall hairdo and a black outfit. You covered your ears, knowing what was coming.

"ERASERHEAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!" Present Mic screamed loudly, right next to your desk. Even with your ears covered you felt like you nearly lost your hearing. You looked unimpressed at the man in front of you, wondering why he had to greet his friend like that. Eraserhead turned the corner, an annoyed look plastered on his face as he walked over to his yellow haired friend, walking out for a patrol with him. You smiled, shaking your head before heading back to work. The rest of the day was uneventful, Eraserhead came back from patrol with a few bruises and escaped back into his office. The phone next to your work computer rang, you picked it up.

"This is Y/N from Eraserhead Agency speaking, how may I help you?" you asked.

"Hi Y/N, this is Hana and I've just come over with a fever do you think you can cover my shift?" the other secretary Hana asked, the one that did the night shifts. You, being the kind hearted person you were sighed before responding with a quiet,

"Sure..."

"You're a lifesaver, Y/N! Thank you!" she said through the phone. She didn't sound sick to you. It wouldn't have been the first time she's done this. The slow hours went by and it was dark outside, you decided to get some caffeinated tea to help you stay awake for the night shift. You trotted to the break room, getting your specific mug from the cupboard that had a sticky note on it with your name written in a Y/F/C pen. You grabbed some tea from a small basket next to the fridge, ripping the small packet open and putting the tea bag in the mug. You filled up a kettle with water, putting it on the small stove and beginning to heat it up. You walked back to your desk, continuing to work. You typed on your keyboard but stopped when the ruffling of someone moving came to your attention. You turned around in your chair but no one was in sight, you shrugged and went back to typing. The whistling of the kettle would snap you out of typing once again and you got up, heading to the break room. You nearly jumped when you saw the pro, his head in the fridge, you didn't expect him there.

"G...Good evening, sir-" you greeted, still a little frightened. The hero raised his head out of the fridge, closing the door and looking at you.

"Good evening, Y/N," he said and gave a tired smile. you were surprised he knew your name, after all you were just the secretary. "How are you?"

"I'm alright," you responded, walking to the stove and taking the kettle off of it. You poured boiling water into your mug, the tea bag floating in the strange smelling water. Maybe it was just Eraserhead, he was known to not have the greatest hygiene. "What about you sir?"

"I'm good," he said, his voice all grumbly and tired. You smiled at him sweetly, your tail flicking from side to side.

"I'm glad to hear that," you said, watching the water turn a dark hue of brown. You stirred some honey into the mug as the tea bag turned the water further brown. You could feel Eraserhead staring at you, you thought nothing of it though. You grabbed the tea bag and tossed it in the trash bin next to the door, before grabbing your mug and turning around to face Eraserhead.

"I thought it was the other girl that had the night shift," he remarked, he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You nodded.

"She is sick, so I'm taking her place for now," You explained. Strange that he knew your name but not the other secretary's name. You blew on the tea that was steaming and took a sip. Eraserhead seemed to smile at this.

You and Eraserhead talked until you stopped paying attention, your eyes suddenly becoming droopy. You rubbed your eyes, trying to keep them open. Where did this tiredness come from? You looked down at your tea, it seemed to be swaying from side to side.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Eraserhead asked, a smirk on his face. You would look up, seeing his smirk and then look at your tea, you had noticed it did taste different. You connected the dots and would move to the side, tripping over the trash bin falling to the ground. You got on your knees and tried to get back to your feet but Eraserhead sat on your lower back to keep you from moving.

"I thought cats always landed on their feet," he said tauntingly, grabbing your hair and making you look up at the ceiling. You hissed in pain. The lights were starting to dim for you.

"Let me go…" you mumbled, it became harder to keep your eyes open every passing second.

"Sweet dreams, kitten," he whispered in your ear, a second later you succumbed to the darkness.

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You woke up, frantically scrambling out of the bed you were placed in. You fell off the bed, hitting your nose on the ground. You yelped in pain as you got up and backed up against the wall. Holding your hands up to your bleeding nose as the sheets on the bed moved. Eraserhead with no shirt sat up, glancing over at you.

"Kitten…Come back to bed, hm?" he grumbled, yawning.

"What the hell Eraserhead?!" you screamed. You looked down, you was dressed in a black nightgown. "Let me- Ack!" You fell to your knees, a shocking pain ringing through your neck. You grabbed a collar that was around your neck, and your eyes widened. A shock collar? You were shocked again, the man in the bed rose up and walked over to your weak form. Your blood from your nose dripped on the ground.

"Now that you are awake, we can go over the rules," he said, holding a small remote in his hand.

"1…From here on out you will call me Shota or sir, do you understand?" he asked sternly as he stood in front of you, his feet right in front of your face. You looked up at him with defiance.

"Who the hell do you think I am?! Your pet?!" you yelled up at the "hero" as he stared down at you. A sadistic smirk came to his face and a shock was sent through your body again, making you shake in pain and grab the collar around your neck and pull at it. The pain stopped and you looked up at Eraserhead with tears in your eyes, a stream of blood going down your lips and onto your chin, onto the floor.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for," he growled. "Do. You. Understand?" You nodded your head frantically, choking a sob but even your response rendered a shock to the neck.

"Yes! Yes! I understand!" you screamed, a puddle of blood and tears formed under your face on the ground. The pain once again stopped, leaving you a panting and crying mess.

"Yes. What?" he sneered at you.

"Yes sir!" you yelled quickly, not wanting to get shocked again. Eraserhead smirked, peering down at you condescendingly. He bent down, picking you up by your hair and pulling you to the bed. You yelped in pain, reaching up to grab the hands that grabbed you by the scalp and flailing your legs around. Eraserhead threw you under him on the bed, he sat on your pelvis and with master skill he tied you up, hands to the headboard and feet to the ends of the bed. You thrashed around, but it was put to a stop when you were shocked again, making you arch your back and yell in pain.

"2...You will not go anywhere unless I say you can," he said after you had stopped screaming. "3...You will wear what I say. 4...You will eat what I say." He sighed. "Pretty much you do whatever I say. 5...You don't talk back to me. 6...No trying to escape. We'll probably come up with more as you stay here. Any disobeying these rules will result in punishment, as you have probably figured out." Eraserhead would put a hand on your cheek.

"Do you understand, my kitten?" he chimed, a sweet smile coming to his evil face.

"Y....Yes sir..." you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks, the blood from your nose beginning to dry. Eraserhead grabbed a towel and spit on it, he wiped the blood on your nose. He wiped all the blood away carefully before he threw the towel away and untied your ankles from the end of the bed. You stayed still, not wanting to get shocked again. Eraserhead would snuggle up against you, pulling your back into his chest.

"Relax, kitten, you're safe now," he mumbled. Nothing about the situation was relaxing. Someone you thought you could trust kidnapped you and expected you to just submit to him. It was bullshit. It took all the bones in your body to keep you from kicking and screaming. You knew what would happen if you did that though and you don't know if you can take that much more.

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Your eyes slowly opened, greeted by darkness, the only light coming from the frame of a door opposite of the bed. You moved your arms, expecting to find them tied to the headboard but they weren't. They were however sore from being tied tightly that night. You rubbed your sore wrists, sitting up and looking around the dark room. You glanced next to your form, seeing no one was next to you. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized this could be your chance to escape. You pushed yourself off the bed, running to the nearest window. You tried opening it but it wouldn't budge, not one bit. You debated on smashing the window open but that would alert the pro hero that was surely awake and downstairs.

You silently opened the door, cringing at the slightest noise that was made by the door. You sneaked out of the room, walking to some stairs that were placed at the end of the hall. You climbed down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. Right in front of the end of the stairs was a door, looking like it would lead to the outside. You scrambled to the door, looking at the lock that closed it shut. You pointed out your index finger and you brought out your claws, sticking your finger in the small hole and twirled your finger around. You sweat profusely as footsteps echoed around the house and you worked on the lock. You heard a click and the lock came undone, your eyes widened. Was it really going to be this easy? You took off the lock, placing it on the ground next to the door and opening it. You ran out, nearly tripping on the step up. You ran past the fence of the house and a terrible familiar pain rang through your body. Your body dropped to the ground, yelling in pain you grabbed the collar and pulled but as per usual it was no use. Someone grabbed your hair, pulling you back into the fence and the shocking stopped, a gasp of relief left you. However you flailed your legs and grabbed the hands pulling at your hair.

You were painfully pulled up the stairs by Eraserhead, until you were pulled into the bedroom. You were thrown onto the bed and before you could get away he sat down on you again, straddling your hips.

"Oh kitten, do you need to be reminded of the rules?" he asked, taking the small remote out from his pocket and pressing the button that made the pain shoot through your body again. You gritted your teeth to stop screaming out, didn't stop you from crying rivers down your cheeks however. You tried swiping the remote out of Eraserheads hands but his reflexes were too sharp and he avoided it. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them above your head, your claws came out as a defense mechanism to the never ending pain but they could do nothing. The torturous pain finally stopped, you could barely see in front of you because of the tears clouding your vision. Eraserhead was staring down at you with a murderous gaze.

"What do you have to say for yourself, hm?" he asked, his finger hovering over the button. Rage overtook you in that moment, how dare he want you to say sorry for trying to escape back into the world, the world he took you from. You glared at him before speaking,

"What do I have to say? I have to say that you're a psycho, you kidnapped me! You're supposed to be a hero! Let me go you-" You were cut off by Eraserhead shoving two fingers in your mouth, shoving them down your throat, making you gag and not able to talk. The black haired man sighed heavily.

"Training that awful little mouth of yours will be a hassle won't it? So why don't we start now..." he grumbled and with one hand took out his cock from his pants. His cock was half erect, but soon it would fully straighten out, showing its true length and girth. You shook your head frantically but he painfully grabbed your teeth to hold you still, grabbing the base of his cock and scooting up to sit on your upper chest. He would slide his hand out as his cock went into your mouth. It smelled and tasted foul but he didn't stop shoving his cock into your mouth. You gagged as the tip hit the back of your throat, making some tears spill from the corners of your eyes. The man above you groaned as your nose was being tickled by his black pubes. You debated about biting down hard on his cock and not letting go but the remote was placed next to your head and you decided against it. You let it happen….What was wrong with you.

He began to move his hips, his cock dragging against your tongue as he slid his dick out of your mouth and then back in, hitting the back of your throat. You looked up at the man with pleading eyes but the only ones met with you were evil and sadistic eyes, filled with lust and want. He grabbed you by the hair, fully fucking your face. You struggled to breath, anymore of this and you felt like you would pass out. Passing out was better than this. Anything was better than this.

“Your mouth is so good for me, kitten,” he groaned, one hand caressing your cheek. You wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything, but you couldn’t.
He fucked your face for what seemed like hours until he came down your throat with a loud throaty groan. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and tucked it back into his pants. Tears ran down your cheeks, your jaw sore and your eyes stinging from all the crying you had done. You sealed your lips together, not wanting to say anything.

"That wasn't so hard to shut up was it?" he asked. “As much as I’d love to hear your voice scream for me, now isn’t the time.” His voice was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast from what he was like just moments before.

“Now, if I go downstairs and take you with me, will you be a good girl and cook me breakfast?” he asked, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Can you do that for me, kitten?”

It's not like you could say no, so you slowly nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You could by the shift in weight that Eraserhead was about to get up and off of you but he froze. He seemed to be deep in thought as you observed him from below.

“Kitten, the love I have for your voice is that of Romeo to Juliet,” he began to say. Eraserhead looked down at you, hearts may as well have been in his eyes as your form filled his vision. “New rule, you respond to me when I talk to you. No more nods. Understand, kitten?”

You were about to nod, but then remembered his words. So you nodded and spoke,

“Yes, sir.”