#Cat Pee Glows In The Dark

[oneforthemunny]

orrr maybe earlier in the relationship with Janitor Eddie, they go through a haunted maze/haunted house together

falling |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: a "haunted house" looks a little different at hawkins elementary's fall festival. apart of my spooky stories series <3

“Are you scared?” Eddie muttered, hands rubbing down your arms sweetly. 

“Terrified.” You grin, turning to look back at him. “Think I should use the bathroom now? Might pee on myself, I’ll get so scared.” 

A laugh bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest, dimples deepening with a stretched smile. “Yeah? Jeez, babe, now you’ve got me worried.” Eddie looked at the entrance of the small gym door- the old gym, from years and years before. The school still kept the building, used it for parties and storage- for the Haunted House during the Hawkins Elementary Fall Festival. 

“Didn’t know your kids were this scary.” Eddie hummed, stepping up slowly as the line moved. 

“Terrifying. You didn’t know?” You teased, eyes sparkling the way they always did when you joked with him. It made Eddie swoon. “Steve’s a lot braver than me. Offering to work it this year. He’s a Saint for that.” 

“Yeah, he is…” Eddie muttered, hands balling in his leather jacket pocket. He definitely did it out of the goodness in his heart, and not the thirty dollar bribe Eddie gave him so he could spend the night with you. 

“I’m excited to see it though.” You chirped. “They’ve been working so hard in art. We had to cut bats out the other day- do you know how hard it is to cut a bat with kiddie scissors?” 

“Never tried, but I can imagine.” Eddie smiled. “I don’t know how your fingers even fit in those. My hands cramp thinking about it.” 

“Years of practice.” You bump your hip playfully with his. “Pretty much an entire semester in college. I swear, all we did was cut construction paper and make arts and crafts for different projects. It was the best and the worst class. My hands were sticky for a semester.” 

“That’s… wow, actually now that you say that, I do remember Steve taking that class.” Eddie laughed, curls bouncing with every soft shake of his head. “He was always covered in glitter. Just unexplainably glittery.” 

You laughed, that crystal, beautiful laugh that had Eddie’s knees wobbling. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” 

It was your turn next, stepping up to the small box where a student and chaperone sat. Amanda, from your class. “There’s just two of us.” You grin at her. 

Her eyes flitted back from you and Eddie, grinning with her own excitement. “That’s two tickets.” She held her hand out, taking the tickets eagerly. The chaperone handed her the stamp, a scaredy cat outline in purple ink. She hesitated on Eddie’s hand, stamping it on his un-tattooed knuckles. 

You waved goodbye, arm snaking around Eddie’s, pushing the streamers to the side. “Guess the secret’s out.” You mutter, the stamp glowing in the black light of the dark room. 

“Guess so.” You could feel Eddie tense slightly, a shaky breath. “You-You’re cool with it?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “Eddie, I don’t care what my fourth graders think about my love life.” You shake your head. “We’re gonna be a hot topic at recess, that’s all.” 

“Yeah? Kinda boosts my ego.” Eddie puffed his chest out playfully. 

“I can tell.” You giggle. “Head’s getting bigger already.” 

“Could be my hair.” Eddie ran a hand down his curls. “Kinda hot in here. Think my curls are starting to frizz.” 

“I think they look good.” You hum, smoothing a sweet hand down the curly locks, still soft and clean from the shower he took earlier. His hair was damp when he picked you up, from a rushed shower and too impatient to let it dry all the way; too excited to see you. 

“Enter if you dare,” The dramatic, scary tone of Steve Harrington- in his Dracula ensamble- floated down the hallway. “And don’t touch, ok? Hands to yourself. Have a good time.” Steve nodded, letting the kids down the hallways, dark with animated, age appropriate scary sounds courtesy of the Halloween Screams CD playing on a loop. 

“Hey, you’ve been in here three times, and you only have one stamp. You sneaking in here or just not leaving?” Steve frowned, stopping the boy in the Donatello costume. 

You laughed, pulling Steve’s attention to you. He rolled his eyes. “Just- Last time or get in line like everyone else, alright?” Steve nodded towards the Ninja Turtle. 

“What? You’re not doing the voice for us?” Eddie grinned, brows raised in amusement. 

“Shut up, Munson.” Steve muttered, pulling the plastic fangs out of his mouth. “Shoulda charged you more.” 

Eddie glared at him, eyes cutting to you. You were too busy looking at the decorations, waving to your own excited students. “Wow, Harrington. This is very scary.” 

“Yeah? You jealous? Want to switch with me?” Steve snorted lightly. 

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “I would never want to deprive you of this. You’re really in your element.” 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two. You’re doing the Christmas party. You think candy is bad? Wait until it’s candy, and hot chocolate, and winter break. See who’s laughing then.” Steve quipped, an eye roll that had both you and Eddie laughing, leaning in to each other. 

“Alright, go in. Don’t touch anything. These decorations are barely hanging on.” Steve pulled the curtain. 

You clung to Eddie’s arm- for your students, you told him, so they would think you were scared. Eddie didn’t mind, of course. He was more than happy to have you on his arm. Watching your exaggerated expressions, the kids' dramatic scares and giggles that followed when they saw it was you. For once, whispers following when he passed down the hallways didn’t bother him. They were different from the ones from years before, when he was in Hawkins Elementary as a student, a lanky, skinny boy with holes in his clothes; who never had a Halloween costume unless he made one, and then the kids made fun of him. 

He would have killed for a teacher like you. Someone who would’ve been kind to him. You brought in extra costumes, bought from the Salvation Army, put them in your treasure chest for the kids like him, who didn’t have a costume. You picked up shifts at Melvald’s to pay for extra things around the holidays, working on weekends and nights when you could for some extra money. Gave up your own time so your kids could be happy; it made Eddie’s head spin in the best way. 

You sat across from Eddie on the wooden picnic table, cradling the plastic tray of cut apples and caramel sauce. “So what’s your fall snack?” You ask, head tilting gently towards him. 

“My what?” Eddie blinked. 

“Your fall snack?” You grin, wiping your hands on the thin napkins. “Y’know, like when fall comes, what’s the one thing you crave? Like caramel apples or pumpkin bread…” 

Eddie smiled, he could feel himself blushing. He didn’t even know why he was blushing, yet the heat still rose from his chest and crept up his collarbones. He hoped you couldn’t see how flushed he was under the streetlights. 

“Uh, I don’t really… Oh, wait.” Eddie grinned. “Fried apple pie with vanilla ice cream.” 

“Fried apple pie?” You lifted a brow. 

“With vanilla ice cream.” Eddie nodded. “You ever had one?” You shook your head. 

“Oh, baby, I gotta take you. When I was little, Wayne would take me to this Amish grocery store out past the quarry. He always got a pie there for Thanksgiving, and he’d get me a fried apple pie and vanilla ice cream. I don’t even like vanilla, but with that? Life changing, baby.” Eddie grinned, sighing. It was heavy but not sad… nostalgic. 

“That sounds amazing.” You grin. “I love vanilla ice cream.” 

“I know.” Eddie smiled. He had remembered that. This summer, after a movie date, he’d taken you to an ice cream parlor. You’d sat in the booth, giggling over melting cones- your vanilla, his chocolate. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll have to take you sometime.” Eddie nodded, eyes cutting to you carefully. “If you want to.” 

“Yeah,” You smile, nodding. “We should go sometime. Bring Wayne back a pie.”

“God, he’d love that.” Eddie laughed. He’d love you even more than he already does, Eddie mused. The old man was already egging Eddie on, better buy her a ring, boy, she’s a keeper. Eddie knew you were. He’d started saving for rings after your second date, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” You hum, your own smile small, a little shy. “I know this isn’t like a great date or anything, but my kids like to see me. I like to see them.” 

“No, it’s… I had fun- I’m having fun.” Eddie stuttered, a little nervous. Did he look like he wasn’t having fun? Fuck, he was, he really was. Maybe he should have played it up with the kids, he just didn’t want to take away from you. They were your kids and he’d never want to step in front of you, steal your moment. 

“Yeah?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. Eddie nods, brown eyes wide, curls bobbing. “I’m having fun with you too.” Eddie thought he might pass out. 

“They were so cute, all their little costumes.” You smile, chin resting on your palm. “They get to dress up two times so I know they’re just over the moon.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Halloween party is Tuesday, right?” Eddie asked. He knew when it was, he was going to have to clean overtime for all the Halloween parties. 

You nodded. “I can’t wait for you to see my costume.” You grin, brows bouncing playfully at him. 

“I can’t either.” Your smile is contagious to Eddie, leaving him grinning and swooning. “You gonna go all in?” 

“No,” You shook your head. “Just a costume. Nothing fancy. The kids like it, so…” You trail off. “It’s not new or anything, I wear it every year, but you’ve never seen it so new to you.” 

“I can’t wait.” Eddie smiled, knee bouncing under the table. 

“Are you going to dress up?” You asked, lashes fluttering towards him sweetly. 

“No,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “I mean, I wasn’t going to. Don’t really have anything. Guess I could wear my Michael Myers mask with my coveralls?” 

You laugh. “Yeah, think you’d really scare the kids.” 

“That’s the point, right? What you’re supposed to do, right? Scare the shit out of them.” Eddie smirked. 

“Might get fired, but worth it, right?” You jest back. 

“Definitely worth it.” Eddie nodded. “Maybe I’ll wear the old coveralls in there. Say I’m dressing up as Sal.” 

You laugh. “That would be really funny, actually.” Your eyes shone under the lights, bright and dazzling back at Eddie. 

“Yeah? Alright, I’ll do it then.” Eddie nodded. “Sorry it’s not a surprise.” 

“That’s ok. Mine will be more than worth it.” You smile confidently at him. 

“I know it will be.” Eddie said quickly, eyes widening. Fuck, had he said that outloud? His eyes widened slightly, watching you carefully- bracing himself for the inward cringe, the snarl, things he was used to in the past. Not from you. No, all that came was a shy smile, chin ducking down to hide your flushing face. 

“You want one?” You ask, breaking the silence with the slide of your tray towards him. 

“I’m ok.” Eddie shook his head politely. 

“C’mon, I know you want one.” You press lightly. “You paid for them.” 

“Yeah, for you.” Eddie countered, giving you a pointed look. “But if you insist.” He hummed, grabbing a green apple, scooping a glob of caramel on it. 

“Would never want to deprive you.” You wink, and Eddie nearly chokes on the chewed apple he’s swallowing. 

One of your kids passes by, waving goodbye, holding their tired mom’s hand. You wave back politely to both of them. 

“Hey, uh,” Eddie starts, sweaty palms rubbing down his jeans. He knows it’s the end of the night. You don’t have any plans further, not yet anyways. “Do you- You like scary movies?” 

“Depends.” You hum, tossing the empty plastic away in the trash bin. “How scary are we talking?” 

“Not crazy.” Eddie slides in beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The rides and music are dying down, the Hawkins’ PTA lingering behind with large trash bags, loading station wagons. “Pumpkinhead?” 

“Never seen it.” You shrug lightly. Eddie’s shoulders deflate, heart racing- should’ve said Carrie, he fuckin’ knew it. 

“But I’ll watch it with you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Your eyes meet his, grip tightening around your shoulders. 

“Are you sure?” Eddie falters. “I mean, I was just- we don’t have to.” 

“No, I think that sounds nice. Very on theme for the night.” You smile, leaning into his side, your steps in sync. “One condition, though.” 

Anything. “Yeah, what’s that?” Eddie swallowed, trying to fight back his smile. 

“I get to put M&Ms in the popcorn.” You point at him playfully. “Non-negotiable, Munson.” 

“Done.” Eddie shrugs, fishing for his keys. “M&Ms in popcorn, huh? You’re that typa girl?” Unlocking your door, pulling it open for you. 

“You know I am.” You quip, sliding under his open arm, tossing him a wink before he shut the door. 

Eddie was buzzing with excitement, a dopey smile on his face, too lovestruck to even care. An hour later, you were pressed into his side, head on his shoulder, a bowl of hot popcorn with M&M's scattered inside between the two of you. Eddie hoped you couldn’t feel how he got hard when your hands brushed in the bowl.

[aropride]

copy pasting this from my family groupchat where i detailed the incident because its 11pm and im tired but i wanted to share this anecdote so badly

y’all will never believe what just happened to me

So i am in my room, which is a single room, two windows, both are open but have screens in them. it connects to a bathroom which connects to my suitemate’s room. i am abt to go to bed and im like “actually. first im going to use the bathroom.” so i turn on my string lights but not any normal lights so it’s pretty dark in my room. i am in the bathroom for less than two minutes and when i get back i see something move. and it looks like an animal. so i open my phone camera and take a picture with flash on and the flash lets me see that this is in fact. A cat.

so i leave my room because there is an animal in it and i dont know where it came from. and i text my friend el who lives in the dorms “hey theres a cat in my room and it is not mine what do i do in this situation” and she does not answer presumably because she is sleeping. the person ACROSS from my room has a service cat named quinoa, i know this because i met her when the fire alarm went off in the middle of the night once (microwave bacon incident). and i’m like, this person might need their service cat, before i go down to the front desk and ask what to do about the cat that has spawned in my room i should ask that person. so i knock on their door THREE SEPARATE TIMES and they do not answer.

so i text a groupchat with a bunch of my friends and i say “hey guys theres a cat in my room and idk how it got there”. they say helpful things such as “is it you,” “finders keepers,” “befriend it,” and “i can drive over with cat food” (<- this one from sophie who lives the furthest away). i say “No actually theres an actual cat in my room idk how it got there” and attach an image of said cat (which looks very menacing because the flash was on and its eyes are glowing).

i go back in my room and turn on the light to make 100% sure this creature in my room is a cat and not a wild animal that looks like a cat and also that it did not pee in my room (it did not). there is still a cat in my room. it is on my sock drawer, and it is rubbing its little head on my dresser door, and i am aware this is not my room anymore, it is his room, i am only borrowing it.

so then i text my suitemate, who i havent messaged since june when we had to call facilities, and i do not know if she has a cat. and i say. “hey this is insane but did you lose. a cat??? Bc there is a cat in my room and idk how he got there???” and she’s like “YES THATS MY CAT IDK HOW HE GOT THERE”. she was doing laundry but she ran back up to get her cat and lured him out from under my desk with a can of tuna. she scoops him up and he looks very small and perturbed and he goes home and lives happily ever after and i miss him

(i would share pictures of him but since he is not my cat i would feel weird abt it But i will draw a stick figure rendition of the event tomorrow if i remember to)

[thatbanditqueen]

Against the Wall Chapter 1

An Austin Butler 1980s Hollywood Christmas Story

This is Chapter One of a 3-part story I plan to post between now and NYE. It’s my first AB fic, my third fic ever... so be kind. I’m convinced, as always, that its... well.... not great... but whatever. I’m committed to seeing how many bars and alley ways my characters can f*&k in.... Please share/reblog if you enjoy, and let me know your thoughts!

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, so 18+ only please, vaginal, oral, drugs, alcohol, references to toxic relationships, infidelity.

Words: 13.8 K.... the next one won’t be as long, exposition....

Playlist to keep you company as you read....

Chapter One: Bruised Bananas

 1:16 a.m. Thursday, December 24, Technically Friday morning, December 25, 1987

The Black Cat Lounge, Silver Lake

“You sure its ok for me to go, Han Han?”

Hannah leaned in, struggling to talk over the sound of Depeche Mode reverberating through the small, dark club.

“Course! I know you don’t get any in Iowa, so go have fun with Rod.”

“I think his name is Todd! OK….   maybe you’ll meet someone before closing? You’ve been working your brains out, you deserve a good Christmas fuck,” Sara looked into her friend’s eyes, and kissed her  cheek. “Call me tomorrow? I live near Abe’s, maybe I’ll stop by and say hi…”

“Yes, please, Sloan’s back from New York and she’s bringing her latest victim, I’ll need you…”

Sara nodded as she followed Rod or Todd or whatever to the door.  Hannah sipped her vodka tonic, relaxing, she felt warm and happy. The air was full of cigarette smoke, chatter and excitement. New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle” started and she hummed along, enjoying how the loud synth boomed through her body as she basked in the glow of the Christmas lights around the bar, the only bright spot in an otherwise almost pitch black room.  Christmas Eve girl’s night was their tradition, usually there were five or six high school friends but tonight it was the two of them. Sara was home from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop for a week, so when Rod or Tod or whatever his name had started buying them drinks, Hannah was happy for her. Sara paused and look back, eye brow arched silently confirming one last time that it was really ok to leave Hannah on her own. Hannah hoisted her thumbs up in the air and smiled broadly. Lopsidedly. Drunkenly. She rubbed her eyes, forgetting she had make up on. A fuzziness grew at the top of her head. You should go too… go pee… then leave.

There was a long line at the bathroom. This is going to take forever…..  Hannah pushed up the sleeves of her black, sequined blazer, wondering if she could make it home first. Even the thought of peeing made her want to burst.  Don’t risk pissing yourself in the cab, just be patient, get in line.  Her stomach dropped a bit when making eye contact with some of the girls leaning against the wall, looking her up and down. She suddenly felt self conscious, fat, ugly….. New year’s goal, get down to a size twelve you stupid cow. Smoothing down her tight leather mini-skirt as she shifted in place, she argued with herself, that’s just your mom talking, shut up and love your self, stupid. Then a genius idea struck, and she walked towards the men’s restroom and swung through the door, making eye contact with the solitary man washing his hands.

“Of course there’s no line, s’totally unfair, isn’t it?” She said, winking, he smiled as he left.

The relief was immediate. Hannah sat there in the stall, she had never been so happy to sit and pee quietly in a bathroom. She pulled up her fishnets, arranging herself to leave when she heard the door followed by trousers zipping open. Oh well. Boobs first, Hannah made her way to the sink, grateful for masculine bathroom etiquette, the blonde white guy at the urinal kept his eyes forward while she washed up. She dried her hands, slowly, enjoying the voyeurism of watching him shake, zip up and turn around in the mirror, unaware of her. He stopped and grinned when he noticed her, blue eyes alight with surprise.

“Whooo, hey, what’s a bathroom like you doing in a girl like this?” His voice was gravelly and his eyes laughed, drawing Hannah in, she turned toward him as he twisted the faucet. Hair combed back in a high, messy, casual quiff, his square cheekbones were an invitation. He continued talking, washing his hands, laughter in his voice.

“Either you’re the most convincing drag queen I’ve ever met, or you’re lost….”

Hannah shifted, drawn in by his warm voice, the challenge of his droll banter… she ran her hand through her curly auburn hair.

“I’m just starting the bathroom revolution, baby, if you don’t have to wait in line, neither should we.”

“Ok, Gloria Steinem,” he said slowly, extending the last “nummmm” with a flick of his tongue, mouth open, looking her up and down. A bemused smile curving in his lips. It sent a shiver up her belly and through her chest as she felt the impish tenor of his voice roll over her.  

“Ya know, you actually strike me as the sort of girl who probably spends a lot of time hanging out in men’s restrooms…. checking out the goods…. picking up dates…” 

“Ha!” Hannah’s head flew back, she weaved and steadied herself, leaning further into the counter. “You got me! That’s my plan here.” Emboldened by his smile, she leaned closer and whispered, “Tell me, is it working?” 

He brushed one of her errant curls behind her ear, looking into her eyes, and then at her breasts as they heaved up and down in her low cut silk top. Biting his lip, he dropped to her ear.

“Well, you definitely got my attention.”

The air hitched in Hannah’s throat, his breath was on her neck and she shuddered as butterflies danced through the walls of her vagina. What the fuck is happening? Is he really flirting with you? Ughhh, why are you turned on? He isn’t even your type, he looks like a stock broker…  hot, country club, beautiful yuppie scum… oh fuck it. Maybe it was the warm comfort of being drunk in a low lit room, maybe it was the thrill of being in the men’s bathroom, or maybe it was the way she could still feel the heat of his finger behind her ear. Whatever it was, Hannah broke her rule to never make the first move and drew his head down to her lips. He tasted like beer and smelled like a mix of Jasmine and amber earthiness. 

“Hey there… you’re pretty friendly for a bathroom occupying revolutionary…” he muttered, softly returning her kiss. 

Hannah’s wound her arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Don’t tell anyone but we’re all pretty easy, sex is a….” she smushed her lips against his, tugging him further down as his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her onto the sink.  “… an important part of our militant agenda… ahhh,” she moaned as he sucked at the nape of her neck, hands on top of her fishnets. 

His attention became more intense, returning to her mouth with savage, sloppy kisses, nudging his tongue in and pushing hers down before flicking the tip 

“God… you taste like strawberries…” he whispered, earnest, eager.

“That’s my …ughh… lip smackers…”

Hannah widening her legs as he pushed between them, her skirt riding up as his thumbs traced her inner thigh. She wrapped her legs around him and felt his cock stiffen. He stepped back to catch his breath and her mouth felt swollen, raw, and needy, she longed to feel his strong lips pressing back against her, owning her, compelling her to open up and bring him in. His eyes followed as his left index finger traced down the front of her shirt, slowly, grazing her breast, looking back into her eyes expectantly.

“Hey, let’s slow down….” 

Hannah’s response was dulled by the arousal vibrating between her legs, she bit her lip. 

“Hmmm….wait, what?”

“We should go back out there - dance? ”

“Ummm….”

She took a deep breathe, noting the bulge of his erection as he ran his fingers through his  dirty blonde hair, relishing how his sure hands grabbed her and tenderly lifted her off the counter .

“Unless you want to turn me around and just have your away with me here?”

“Public sex isn’t really my thing.” 

“Ah, you are more of a gentleman than I am, sir, I would have had my way with you right here and now…” Hannah winked, enjoying the blush that spread with his smile as he took her hand. She didn’t recognize herself, talking this way, the words just stumbled out of her mouth

“C’mon.” Something in Hannah’s belly curled as he grabbed her hand, his strong grip pulled her to him and she became an extension of his body, fitting neatly into the curve of his armpit, giddy as he looked down at her with a goofy grin on the way to the dance floor.

The music enveloped them as he unfurled her and moved his shoulders, swaying his hips to the sounds of Siousxie and the The Banshees. She turned and backed into him, moving in rhythm, lifting her arm to pull his mouth to her neck, rubbing her ass into his hips, turning back to wrap her hands around his neck. They moved together, awkwardly at first, then relaxing to meld in synchronicity to the beat. The slow, sad opening chords of Duran Duran’s “The Chauffeur” blared out and Hannah leaned into him.

“This is the last call song, it’s bar time.”

“Oh, cool… I need air anyway….”

Hannah moved towards the front door, then felt his hand on her shoulder,  he was nodding toward to the back exit.  Hannah pulled him into her arms as they stumbled into the alley, now he was walking her back to the brick wall across from the club, behind a set of dumpsters. She leaned into the cold surface, feeling its uneven rough ridges through the back of her thighs. The sharp sensation arousing her even more.

“What’s your name, anyway?” She asked.

“Austin…”

She whimpered as he kissed her, shallow at first and then deeply, slowly, his hands pressed on either side of her.

“I’m…. Hannah….”

“Hannah…..that’s my favorite name….”

“Liar….. “

“It wasn’t before tonight… but right now it’s… “ he kissed her neck, “the only name…” he kissed her clavicle, ”I wanna know….”

He paused, stepping back and taking a joint out. Hannah looked him over, like her, he was dressed head to toe almost entirely in black, punctuated by a metallic dark blue dress shirt that blended in with the rest in the darkness. The contrast made his blonde hair and lightly tannned skin all the more radiant. His bright blue eyes shone with lust as he lit up the joint and inhaled. Hannah reached over, taking it without asking, looking into his eyes intently as she leaning up to shot gun the smoke into his open lips.  Austin’s fingers traced the side of her cheek, down her jaw. 

“You are pretty cute, you know… for a sharp tongued broad who likes to harass men in the john.”

Hannah’s eyes sparkled as she gasped a “ha,” but he could see that his fingers  flustered her. Austin liked the idea that he was making her blush, making her speechless, smirking as her lips hung apart. The look of pure, unadulterated desire on her face made his cock hard, it had been at half mast since they left the bathroom. Her brown eyes looked up at him with awe, not demanding attention, not  expecting anything, she looked genuinely thrilled just to be there, standing in his shadow and fooling around. It had been a long time since he was with a woman who didn’t seem to demand constant flattery and praise. Austin looked back into her eyes, they seemed unsure, playful, innocent, an effect heightened by how hard she was trying to seem confident and experienced, grabbing the joint out of his hand in mock defiance. He lost himself watching her, wondering what it would be like to taste her as he took it back and sucked in another hit, savoring the strawberry lip balm that lingered on the tip of the joint. His left hand moved into the wall as he hovered over her, smiling down at Hannah. He was torn between a primal desire to protect and care for her, and pillage every orifice. The tenor of her voice and the way she seemed almost overwhelmed by their closeness on the dance floor gave him the impression she didn’t do this sort of thing with strangers often.

“So….Hannah…. nice to, uh,  meet you …” 

She smiled, a blush returning to her cheeks as her eyes fell to the ground, her hips falling further against the wall. Austin inhaled and held her chin up so he could now shotgun the smoke into her mouth. Her eyes answering his unspoken question by pressing her hands on his shoulders as she held in the hit for a few seconds, her forehead now grazing his, their noses touching. The sensation was intensely intimate, and Hannah’s expression shifted to a challenging smile as she took the joint back from him once again. Austin felt a bolt of electricity go up his spine and settle at the base of his skull, his whole body buzzed. He was transfixed, unable to break eye contact as his fingers moved up and down the voluptuous, soft curves of her hips. He loved the way her body welcomed his hands, warm, pleasant, comforting, he wanted to submerge himself into her plush bosom. His thought of his last girlfriend, all tight skin and bones, a sharp edged bird. 

Hannah’s dark curls bobbed up and down like her tits, Austin couldn’t help touching them. He pulled on a curl, watching intently as it sprang up and down, then doing the same experiment with her right breast, caressing beneath it and then lifting it up to watch it bounce. He could spend hours just watching the buoyancy of these tits heave above him. He leaned in, now his lips were again on her neck, his hands moving down her thighs, a moan escaping her mouth through the rich, exhale of smoke. She threw the joint on the ground, hands moving under his jacket, as Austin traced up her thighs. His fingers moved up her skirt, almost absentmindedly, seeking out the warmth inside her panties and between her legs. Hannah arched into him as his fingers lightly grazed the public hair at her entrance, looking up she saw uncertainty in his eyes.

“Is this ok?” His voice was low, cracked, his mouth parted. 

She nodded and he kissed along her jaw, moving  into the base of her neck, then her ear, his fingers delving between her and slowly, carefully, yet purposefully, stroking up and down over her clit, finding the moisture and using the slick to rub her in rhythm with her hip as it thrust forward. He joined her, rutting against her leg, gently sliding his index finger lower, into her cunt, gasping as he worked the tight clench, using his thumb to follow her moans, noting how she trembled most when he thumbed a half circle along the left side of her nub. She became slippery and soft, opening for him, her hands around his back, she moaned into the alley, her back rubbing against the rough bricks behind her with abandon. Shiny, black sequins from her blazer spiraled to the ground.  Austin stopped nibbling her ear, shifting above her, looking into her eyes.

“You are….. so beautiful,”  His cheeks flush, his thumb flicking back and forth, Hannah moaned out as he pushed his middle finger into her now.

“Don’t do that.” She said, looking up at him.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, pulling his second finger out, maintaining his slow, rhythmic flex.

“No, I mean what you said. Don’t talk …like that. Don’t lie to me, don’t say cheesy things because you think I need them… I don’t… I… ughh…. I don’t want you to be nice to meEEeee…”

Austin’s smiled as he felt her shudder, unable to stop her voice from trembling under his touch. Then he considered what she had said, his brows furrowing as he stopped fingering her. 

“Hey.” He moved her hand to his cock, hard and protruding through his trousers. His voice was low but firm. “I don’t like it when people tell me how I feel, or what to say…. Feel that? I’m not here saying things to be nice… you turn me on. I think you are beautiful… and I don’t care if you agree, honestly…”

She looked up at him, her large brown eyes serious. “I just can’t take it when men are…  nice to me.” She kissed his chin, her hand slowly rolling over his member. “I want you to be mean, be rough…hurt me…” 

Austin shook his head, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as he glided his hands over her breast.

“What… so you would prefer me to call you like… an ugly slut while I pound you into oblivion?”

Hannah nodded.

“Mmhmmmm.”

Austin’s bit his lip as she moved her hand, continuing to rub the outline of his cock and then pulling on his belt.

His left hand went to the base of her throat, tightening a little, then releasing as she paused.

“Sorry baby, mean and rough ain’t my thing…” he turned her around, slowly, and pressed her against the wall, she felt the cold brick against her cheek as he lips warmed her shoulder, sucking and nibbling as he slowly rolled her skirt up. Hannah gasped, moaning into the bricks, as Austin spoke, his words punctuated by each kiss to her neck. 

 “If you want me to fuck you... you’re going to have to take me….  Nice and slow…”

He arched his eyebrow as Hannah looked over her shoulder at him and nodded in assent.

“Yeah, ok pretty boy…  fuck me then….  Do you, uh, have a condom?”she asked, trembling. Hannah had never had a man treat her this way, it was the most baffling sensation, he asserted his dominance while seeming reverential. She hadn’t been with anyone since Eddie, her last serious boyfriend, and he was punishing in bed, taking pleasure in degrading her as he punched through her like a jack hammer. She felt all the blood go to her core as Austin promised to fuck her slowly, and she throbbed for him even more.

The need in her eyes made Austin momentarily unable to talk, just nod, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, relief washing over him that there was one because he hadn’t planned on having sex tonight. He looked around, briefly brought out of lust’s heady daze of to put his wallet away, condom wrapper in mouth. He glanced down the alley, ensuring they were alone, even somewhat hidden from the back of the club behind the dumpsters. However, he knew anyone walking by would catch them, and the prospect both terrified and excited him. Looking back towards Hannah, he realized she was watching him ardently as he undid his trousers, letting them slide to the ground, shoving his briefs down and rolling the rubber on.

Testes pulled up in the cool night air, Austin leaned into Hannah for warmth, kissing the cushy softness of her ass, lowering her panties, swearing out with a whispered apology as he accidentally ripped her fishnets, he was so eager,  hurriedly sparked on by the arousal building in his stomach at the sight of her plump, heart shaped bottom. His hand cupped the softness and then slapped it gently, the pliant give of her cheeks tightening his erection as he halted at her entrance and slowly nudged forward, finding it still somewhat tight, yet also slick and welcoming. As he hesitated, Hannah pushed back on to him.

“I said fuck me pretty boy…” 

Austin let out a half laugh that turned into a moan as he reveled in her snug, inviting pussy, moving cautiously as he felt her soften and stretch.

“Does this feel ok?”he asked in her ear, and she nodded.

“Harder.” She called out, looking over her shoulder, seeing his mouth open in silent concentration as he surged gently into her again.

“Like I said, don’t…  tell me….” He kissed her shoulder, and grabbed her more firmly at the hips “….what do to….”

He plunged back into her, taking care to remain slow, steady, controlled, savoring how her soft hips moved back to meet him with each forward movement, never fully leaving her warm cunt as he burrowed deeper and deeper, opening her further up to him with every thrust. His right hand moved from her waist to her shoulder, as he pushed her harder against the rough surface of the wall without realizing it, fixated on kissing her neck, then just on breathing as he began to pump into her with slightly more force and speed.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled into her ear, she moaned back loudly, then his head fell forward into her back.

“Mmhmmm….. oh god….”

“Hey, let me know when you are close, ok?” He panted.

Hannah gasped, heaving. Just tell him, tell him, you don’t cum during sex… But she couldn’t, she didn’t want to discourage him, ruin the mood, stop him from continuing his steady thrusts that felt so good she planned to think of them later, alone, touching herself. So she nodded, gasping out “Okkkk…”

Austin pushed her further into the wall, increasing his rhythm.

“Ughhh, let me know if I’m hurting you, ok…?”

“No… this is good, I’m umMM… good” she said meaning it, but followed with a lie. “I’m getting close.”

His head fell into her back and he kissed her blazer. Her rough, scratchy, sequined blazer. He kissed it over and over again, as he grabbed at her side, her waist, her neck, his other hand pushing the wall over her shoulder for balance. Hannah felt the pebbly indentation of the bricks gouging into her own hands, too distracted by the pummel of him inside her to notice the pain. Desperate moans escaped her lips, she focused on the crush of Austin’s frame into her, shuddering as she pushed backwards into his insistent lunge. Reveling in the sensation of his hands brushing away the hair at her neck to kiss her, the rhythm of his cock plunging into her, the sounds of his breath, the firm yet considerate lilt of his voice. She moaned out loudly, trying to summon the sound of convincing orgasm, leaning back into him, and crying out. 

He followed a few minutes later with his own exclamation, breathing out a succession of “oh gods” in a low, frantic howl, heaving in and out several more times, then grabbing her hips to stop, extracting himself gently, holding her at her waist, kissing her neck one last time. Hannah leaned forward against the wall, catching her breath as she heard him tie off the condom and throw it over the top of the dumpster, then zip up his pants. His sweet, steady manner was jarring in comparison to her previous lovers. The ache of the rough, sharp bricks against her face and hands suddenly begin to set in, but her legs wobbled slightly and she leaned back to the wall to steady herself, a few after shock twitches as she tried to move. He took off his jacket and used it to wipe between her legs, carefully bringing her underwear and most of her stockings back over her bum as lightly as he could, smoothing her skirt down. Hannah rolled against the wall to turn around, still panting, and took in the satisfied, foolish grin on Austin’s face.

“Hey…” he murmured, his lips pursed together as they curled, his fingers brushing her hair out of her face, taking her hand, kissing the back of her wrist. “This is… crazy…I’ve… I’ve never done anything like this.”

Hannah inhaled deeply, tucking her shirt in.

“What, sex in public?”

“Yeah, s’not really my thing. And with a stranger. A crazy one who tried to make me hate fuck her….”

Hannah’s cheeks reddened.

“Yeah… I usually can’t get it up for nice guys… right? Ugh, gag me with a spoon….  I just don’t go in for the ‘oh baby you’re so beautiful’ routine….”

“Too bad, because baby…. you are so beautiful…”

“Just stop … ”

“What’s your deal?”

“Look, I know I’m ok, maybe cute, but I can’t stand it when guys exaggerate… I’m no super model... I actually have one in my family…. so I know what beautiful is…”

“Well… I’ve dated girls like that… Trust me, they ain’t all they’re cracked up to be. Petty, dramatic, high maintenance, no sex drive because they are STARVing? No…  I actually think I prefer having something soft to hold onto… ” He leaned down to kiss the top of her cleavage.

Despite her best efforts to stay cool and aloof, a genuine smile beamed through Hannah’s face as she swatted him away from her boobs and guffawed.

“Stop.”

Austin paused, leaning above her, blazer slung over his shoulder. Hannah eyed it, thinking how he used it to wipe away her sweat and slick, how much it would cost to dry-clean. Although, something about Austin gave her the impression he didn’t worry about dry-cleaning bills. He probably grew up in a big, expensive house, going to private schools, belonging to a country club. Suddenly self conscious, she wiped under her eyes.

“I must look like a mess…”

“A beautiful mess…”

“Ok, seriously, stop… you’re the beautiful one, pretty boy, really…”

Hannah soaked in the warmth of his breath, and trembled looking up into his eyes. He searched her face, an inquisitive look spreading he glanced down the alley.

“Hey, let’s go back to your place.”

“What? Why? I don’t even know you….”

A “ha!” escaped Austin’s mouth, floating up into the dark Christmas Eve sky. “Are you kidding me ? I was just inside you…”

“Well…”

“Look, I’m staying with a friend who lives down the street… we can’t go back there, I actually came here because he was fighting with his girlfriend… So we’re going back to your place… I’m not finished with you yet.”

“What?”

“You didn’t cum…Tell me I’m wrong?”

She stuttered. “It doesn’t matter, we both had fun…”

“ ‘It doesn’t matter…’ is definitely a no… “

“You don’t owe me anything…. It’s late, and I’m actually" Hannah stopped as a yawn escaped her lips “ quite tired…”

His lips turned into a mischievous smile. “I do owe you, and I always settle my debts… I might be more of a feminist then you are… female orgasms are my favorite…” He raised his fist and pumped it to the sky, laughing at her eye roll.

“OK,” he continued, “This is ridiculous, shut your pretty face and let’s go already.” 

Austin winked as he whisked her next him, putting his arm around her as he walked them down to the end of the alley and into a cab. 

———

A simple framed poster for Some Like it Hot in Italian greeted Austin as he followed Hannah into her small, second story studio apartment awash in film posters, art, dirty coffee cups and empty beer cans.

“It’s a mess, sorry, when I’m not working I’m sleeping…. Can I make you some tea?” She asked, an anxious energy in her voice as she turned around, slipping off her shoes and blazer. Grabbing a hair clip from the kitchen bar that clearly doubled as a filing cabinet, rolodex and table, Hannah pinned up her sweaty, curly hair. 

He shook his head. “So, what do you do? You know… when you aren’t seducing men in alleys?”

“Ha! You are fucking hilarious… that was also my first time doing anything like that…” 

She grabbed his hand as he tried to pull her back into an embrace, turning to the sink, filling a glass with water.

 “I’m an editor….  film editor…. I’m working a few so-so jobs right now but.. I’m working on my networking skills…”

“Oh, so you're in the biz?”

“Yeah… yeah… you?”

“Yeah, actually, I’m an actor..”

“No... no! You seem too nice for an actor… too smart…”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone knows actors are just empty vessels… vain stupid empty vessels…  they are the worst…. I’ve never met one who wasn’t a complete asshole. Think they’re the most important part of a movie… don’t understand the real artistry is the invisible stuff….”

“Like editing?” He grinned.

“Yes! Editing, writing, sound, camera work… everything else! Editing makes the movie… s’what puts the story together, otherwise it would 100s of hours of different takes out of order…. All actors have to do is show up and let other people dress them and do their hair and feed them their lines…. Ugh, I hate actors.”

Austin grabbed Hannah and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on her orange, leather arm chair, the only place he could see to relax, and kissed her with a smile.

“Ok, ok, I give in, you win, actors are slime and editors are unappreciated artistes…”

She put her arms around his neck.

“Hmm, see, you are smart…. For an actor… So, Austin, you been in anything I would have heard of?”

“Not unless you’ve been watching a lot of NYU student films….”

“Oh no, you’re not still in college, are you?”

“No, I graduated last year, just been living in New York, going out on auditions, I’ve had a few bit parts off broadway…”

“Anything promising.” She watched his face light up.

“Yeah, actually…” he looked down coyly, “I just scored a part in Sydney Pollack’s next movie, I’m moving back out here for it. My agent said its already opening up more  auditions… s’really exciting, actually…”

Hannah paused, her hand ran through his hair.

“Wow, Austin…  Pollack, good for you…. Wait, you said you are moving ‘back’?”

“Yeah, I actually grew up in Anaheim….”

“Oh no, you’re an actor AND you’re from Orange County?” She leaned into his neck all mock agony.

“What? What’s wrong with Orange County?”

“Everything… I know all I need to know…  next you’re gonna tell me you voted for Reagan… wait, don’t….”

“What’s wrong with Ronald Reagan” he laughed, taking her head in his hands and kissing her nose. “You are such a fucking fuss budget, you crack me up….” Drawing her head next to his, mussing her hair, looking up at the art on her wall, absentmindedly kissing her forehead.

Hannah embraced the pleasant comfort of Austin’s arms, looking at his profile, noticing the way his hair seemed to fall into a disheveled coiff yet still seemed effortlessly sexy. I’m lucky I met you before you were in a movie… who knows the next time you’ll have a one night stand with an average girl…. She flicked the bottom of his earlobe, and he turned toward her. 

“Wanna fool around?” He asked her and she gently slapped the side of his cheek with her hand.

“Don’t you get tired? It’s almost 4 … we should set up the bed…. I probably smell amazing,” sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “But honestly I can’t be arsed to shower.”

Austin moved his hands underneath her knees and around her shoulder, lifting her up, smelling her crotch, armpits, hair as she giggled and shrieked.

“Smell fucking amazing… you smell like fun….”

Hannah jumped up, extending her hand to lead him to bed. Which was standing upright on the wall of the living room.

“Wow, a Murphy bed? I’ve never actually seen one of these in-person…”

“Yeah, they don’t have these in Orange County, do they? I’m guessing my apartment could fit into one of your mansion’s bathrooms…” He shoved her shoulder with a ha ha ha as she kept talking. “This apartment was built in the ‘30s. It’s small, but it’s all I can afford and it’s only 15 minute over the hill into Burbank.”

“Oh, are you working at Warner?”

“No, I’m free lancing it, I’m at a little post house, we do a lot of Disney’s stuff…”

“Wow, look at you….” An expression of respect formed on his face as he watched her pull the bed down. He knew a few editors from his program at NYU, they were all dudes. Every editor he’d ever heard of was a dude. His own brief experience learning basic editing in a required class had shown him how much he detested that kind of work, he was not cut out for the grinding, thankless schedule of postproduction and the patient attention to detail it demanded.

“The sheets are dirty —“

“S’all good with me —“

“I guess I should change…”

Austin moved toward her, she froze in silence as his hands slowly untucked her shirt and lifted it over her head as she shifted, a nervous laugh startling out of her throat. She looked up at him, dazzled by his attention, soaking in his reverence as the back of his fingers trailed over her naked belly, turning her around as he kissed her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing it to the side, he turned his attentions to unzipper her skirt, bring her back to face him as he pulled her skirt down with her fishnets and panties to the floor, kissing the smooth skin over her plump belly,settling on his knees to lift her feet one-by-one as he gently took her clothes off. He drew her down to the edge of the bed, looking into her eyes.

“There, I think you’re ready for bed…..”

“Ha….” She said, almost breathless, pushing up on his shoulders. “I need to brush my teeth…” she patted him on the head, ambling to her little bathroom, looking back over her shoulder to see him watching after her naked bottom with a happy, dazed look on his face.

——-

12:05 p.m.  Friday morning, (Technically it had been afternoon for six minutes)  December 25, 1987

It was when Austin tossed into her and began snoring on the top of her head that Hannah woke up, finding his left hand cupping her breast from under her shirt. She lay there for ten minutes, enjoying the cozy warmth of his body as it spooned into her. The hard dagger of his morning wood jabbing in her ass made her sizzle, she hadn’t even really gotten a good look at it in the dark, but she knew it was a girthy bugger from slight soreness that lingered between her legs. His embrace was wonderful, but she couldn’t bear Austin’s snoring, it got increasingly louder and made her cracking hangover unbearable. How the fuck can someone so hot make these unholy sounds? Despite her best efforts to disentangle herself without waking him, she saw his eyes blink open as she held his arm, hesitating to find the best place to put it. His hand grasped hers and kissed the back of her palm, groggy, half asleep, he rubbed his eyes.

“Hey…. beautiful…” a sunny smile greeting her as he gathered her from behind back into his arms, smushing his lips into the curve of her neck.

“Hmm…. beautiful, huh…  forget my name?” She asked, turning inward to look at him with a teasing grin. He planted a strong peck on her lips. 

“Oh Hannah, I wasn’t that drunk… you know athletic activity helps keep the mind alert when drinking…” Austin wiggled his eye brows.

“Oh it does, huh? That is some bullshit…”

He smiled as he kissed her again, now hovering over her, her hips sideways against him. The unmistakable bulge of his cock against her ass. 

“It does…. I remember everything….. so, why are you so feisty this morning?” He said, gazing at her breasts. “Oh, right, now I remember… I still owe you a —"

“Austin ha! No… you don’t owe me anything—“

He put his finger to her mouth.

“Shhhhh….  Trust me, I’ve slept with more women than you, most girls don’t cum during sex… at least at first with me … ” he winked, his lips returning to their home on her neck.

“Oh? And how many women are we talking about here? What’s your sample size?”

Austin sighed, and stopped moving his hand up her thigh, settling back and leaning into her shoulder, his hands snaking around to grasp her tightly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many?”

“I was just questioning your research methods,” Hannah turned to kiss his cheek, looking up into his eyes, a nervous laugh escaping “I’m just joking around….  I don’t know anything about you, I don’t know your last name, I don’t know how old you are…  last night was fun but…I’m a big girl, I know how this ends….  I don’t expect you to share your ...” she kissed his chin and flicked hair out of his eyes “... life history with me.” Hannah kissed him on his lips, and rolled over to get up. He pulled her back to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you are going… “

“To make coffee?”

“Oh no you don’t… ” he leaned in to kiss her again, barely detaching his mouth to mutter in-between soft, sloppy pecks to her lips. “My last name is Butler,” smush, “I’m 23,” smish, “I don’t do a lot of one night stands…." smash “I’m kind of a serial monogamist…” smosh “I’ve had … let’s see … three serious girlfriends …” smush, “and a handful of on-again-off-again casual relationships…a few one-time things, ” smash, “but I actually like good sex…” smosh, “and I find sex is just better when you get to….” smush, “know someone’s body…” he finished with a wink, brushing his fingers along her face. Each kiss sent a bolt of electricity down Hannah’s spine, and she sighed when he stopped, running her index finger lazily along his bare shoulder.

“Do you know how many people you have slept with? Like ever?“

“Probably around 25… counting everything… Do you? Do you keep a list or just use a bathroom turnstile or what?” Hannah let out a laugh, and shoved him as he grinned, kissing her neck, and working his way lower, trying to lift off her shirt. Flames ran up through her torso but she swatted him away. Folding his arms on top of her belly, he rested his head and looked up at her.

“Your turn….” He slapped her thigh. “Full name?”

“Hannah… Rosenfeld…. 24… Leo….  two serious boyfriends … I’ve probably slept with about 10 people, total.”

“And how many of them made you cum?”

Hannah looked up at him, blushing, and turned to talk into the pillow.

“I can’t talk about this with someone I only just met…”

She rolled off and went to the kitchen area. Austin pushed up in bed and watched her. 

“Why not? It’s perfectly normal and natural.”

Hannah looked at him over the kitchen counter as she filled her kettle with water. 

“It’s…  it’s complicated …”

Austin got up and walked over, taking the kettle out of her hands, gliding his fingers up and down her sides. Hannah quivered, leaning back into the counter, hands pushed against the hard laminate surface, she breathing louder and louder as his fingers moved to her panties, his muscular abs grazing over her breasts, his mouth hovering over her ear as he spoke softly, deeply.

“S’not complicated…”

He kissed under her ear, his hands worked inside her underwear, brushing over her, before moving down on his haunches to take them off, kissing the soft woolly patch at the apex of her legs. Hannah gasped as he rose and grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up on the counter as she snorted.

“Austin..” She hit his arm. “What are you doing?”

He shushed her, putting his fingers into her mouth, and then bringing them between her folds. Hannah felt a tension building in her stomach, her chest began to ache and she inhaled deeply as he parted her thighs wide, a serious look on his face as he returned to her eyes.

“Just …relax….”

“But I ——“

His lips were soft as he kissed her, stroking the flame that was growing in her core, feeling the wetness that was developing.

“Please…I fucking love doing this….” 

Hannah gasped and nodded, watching him lower himself onto the floor, the thought that his quads were incredibly strong for someone so skinny passed through her mind. It was quickly gone as she heard him moan approvingly, fingers parting her outer lips.

“Good, you are so damn beautiful…” 

She laughed, vibrating at the way he enunciated each syllable in bee -ut - a - fulll. Playfully slapping the side of his head, they exchanged a lusty glance as he looked up at her with a devious smile, then resumed his attention to her pussy. Hannah’s eyes squeezed shut and she fell back on her elbows as Austin leaned forward kissing her inner thighs, enjoying the whimpers emerging from her mouth as he rubbed her center with his thumb. Making his way in, one soft kiss at time, he put her legs over his shoulders and opened her further with his hands.  

He smiled as her back arched and bit his lip, then leaning in to flick her lightly with his tongue, back and forth. The sensation was almost too intense on her clit, and Hannah called out in-between moans, embracing the tingling feeling growing in her depths as he moved the tip of his tongue in circles around her. Burrowing further, he nudged her clit up and down with his nose as he kissed and laved her entrance, then turned back to her pulsating round nub. Hannah called out indecipherable words as his tongue darted up and down the left side of her clit, long and slow, then shifting to lick across in quick, short staccato movements. She twitched as she felt the warm breath of his mouth on her nub, then thrusting forward as his right index finger slide into her and crooked up, gently swirling until Hannah jolted up with a cry. Austin paused and looked up at her, finger inside her but stilled.

“Uh, yeah… I just ….”

“Hmmm…. I feel like Columbus, did I just discover Hannah’s G spot…?”

“Columbus was a genocidal ….” She breathed out, chest heaving. “maniac….  But…. I do think you are …on to something…”

Austin laughed, and Hannah smiled at his blissed out eyes and goofy smile, his chin covered in her slick.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“No please god….. don’t stop…. Don’t ever stopppp” Hannah called out, trembling as she felt the hum of his self satisfied laugh against her clit, the feel of his index finger pushing in and out of the spongy, soft bundle of nerves inside her walls caused her to spasm uncontrollably. The more slippery she became, the more acutely she felt each stroke of Austin’s pointed tongue beckoning her into oblivion. The contrast between the light flicks of his tongue and the firm, forceful movements of his fingers drove her over the edge. A heat began to violently develop inside her core and Hannah screamed out as euphoric wave after wave spread through her pussy outward to her thighs and up through her belly button. Austin continued to press her clit gently with his thumb as he fell back on his shins, enraptured by the way her face contorted into a look of painful ecstasy.

“Uhhh. Stop…. Enough… I can’t ….” 

He laughed, gripping her thighs as he stood, wiping her dampness along his wrist, kissing her, stroking the sides of her legs. Hannah faltered trying to push up on her elbows against the counter, her arm hit the faucet, splashing water on them and into the sink. Austin stood between her as she pushed it off, stroking her thighs.

“Oh god…” she wiped her brow, tasting herself on his lips with a soft kiss.

“You ok?”

“Mmmhmmm….”

A soft, sweaty glow radiated across Hannah’s face, she grinned at the stiffness of Austin’s cock against her thigh. She worked his briefs down, glancing up to see the fierce need within his eyes, his lip parted as she brought him to her entrance at the edge of the kitchen counter, inhaling as he sunk into her slowly, feeling the pinch, the soreness from last night all but gone. He stopped, not moving as she thrust up into him. Austin gasped sharply, his length fully within her. His hands at her hips, he moved his right hand up to cup her face.

“Hey… I don’t have any more condoms.” He said, thrusting back slowly, and then forward a little, moaning. “Ahhh god, you feel so amazing…. But … we should stop.” 

Hannah leaned back, arms over his shoulders, uttering a frustrated grunt.

“I definitely don’t have any condoms either… fuck… you could just pull out… “ she offered, bringing him back into her, arching her hips into him, relishing the sound of his “fuckkkkk” as he stretched her open.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head, “No, I just got off in August… dry spell… figured I’d just use condoms and go back on if I started dating someone… fuck…” She didn’t share the real reason, how she thought it would be easier to loose weight off the pill. She didn’t want to break whatever spell made this handsome, too handsome, man think she was fuckable.

“OK, yeah… let’s stop… I gotta go to a Christmas thing…. and fuckkk… ok…. we should .. definitely stop… ” 

“Hmm… I don’t… want … to either… but … I have ... same …”

Austin paused, just standing there, still buried to the hilt in Hannah. He kissed her, deepening with each one, tightening his embrace as Hannah whimpered. He looked down into her eyes.

“I want to see you again.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I have a thing…”

“After?”

“Maybe….”

“Take you out… like on a date….”

“Ok.” Her voice was soft and breathy.

He pulled out of her, slowly, evincing a deep moan.

“I’m going to go buy the biggest box of condoms….” He promised, smiling into her with another kiss.

Hannah laughed, putting her hand around his dick, feeling her slick lubricating him as she tugged.

“I could still get you off?” She offered, puckering her mouth with a loud POP.

He looked over at the clock, it was 1:30.

“Fuck, god… but… ughhhh…. its ok… I’m a big boy… and I gotta jet,  I have two different parties I have to go to, and I’m already gonna be late…”

Hannah traced the ridges of the corded muscles along his abs, nodding, knowing she also needed to shower and get ready for her day. He helped her off the counter, kissing her, and  moving to find his clothes.

“So, what are you up to? Rosenfeld…. does your family celebrate Christmas?” Austin was on the ground looking for his pants.

“My uncle does, for his wife, they’re having a big party.” She leaned into the sink, watching as he searched for his clothes, now sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt, pulling on trousers.

“Oh, do you have a big family?”

“No… he just knows a lot of people…. It’s just me and my dad here in LA…. ”

“Ohh… “ he smiled, as he bent to pull on his black slip on shoes. “Your pop meeting you there?”

Hannah shifted, running her hand through her hair.

“Um, no, he and my uncle don’t really talk….  s’a long story…. the short version is,  my dad’s an editor too… like a sound editor, he and my uncle started out together, my uncle’s a ... uh... a producer… they both came out here, found some success… and, well, about twelve years ago my uncle agreed to invest in my dad’s business idea, a full service sound design company … then.. well, my aunt convinced him not to at the last minute.. the whole thing kind of tore our family up….”

Hannah inhaled, and stopped talking. She didn’t tell him how her father had dealt with the devastation of defaulting on his loan by drinking. Heavily. How her mom ran off to San Francisco and then back to London, to her family, to get away, leaving 12 year old Hannah there. Which was ok, if she’d had to choose, she had always been closer to her father anyway. But things got messy, her father had made the horrible decision to restart his life buying a trailer in Malibu, in a small, unofficial retirement park full of nosy old people. Hannah had to transfer from her crunchy, alternative artsy private school to Santa Monica High, the nearest public school to where they now lived. Suddenly her commute to school went from 10 minutes to an hour, and that was probably the easiest part of high school. Pot, ice cream, music and her small coterie of friends had made survival possible until she escaped to college. Things were better now, her dad was three years sober in AA, working intermittently, though mainly non-union, TV and straight to video stuff. Hannah longed to buy him a big house, set him up, let him rest, he had been grinding for thirty years. She wanted to free him, help her father move on from his disappointed, disoriented life adrift these last ten years. Hannah stopped, feeling she had overshared.

She took in Austin’s look of warm sympathy, his low “Oh… wow…”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to get heavy… but.. no, I won’t see him today… we have a tradition, we swim in ocean at dawn on New Year’s day, so I’ll drive out to his place in Malibu and see him then…. But, uh, yeah, I like started trying to mend things with my uncle about two years ago.. ha…. You know, after I graduated from UCLA and started looking for work…. My uncle is a producer… I guess I am shamelessly trying to use him….”

Austin walked over, putting his hands around Hannah.

“That’s how this business is, I’d do the exact same thing - you have to use every advantage you have, because it’s not about how good you are…. It’s about who you know…”

————

5 p.m. 

The sounds of the party downstairs floated up to the guest room where Hannah had snuck off to call her friend Sara, excitedly running through the events of the last 24 hours.

“It’s like, a Christmas miracle babe… I might actually start liking this fucking holiday… When can you get away? Come meet me here, and we can go get a drink at Barney’s… I wanna hear all about Rod Todd.”

“Yes…. It’s definitely Todd, and I don’t think my night was as exciting as your’s… Give me another hour or so and I’m there…” Sara promised. 

Hannah smiled, she had been grinning all day, hearing Austin’s voice every where she went. If she squeezed her legs she could almost imagine feeling him between them as he asked to see her again, his hard length still inside her. She straightened her white blouse walking downstairs, she even smiled at the sound of the Vienna boys choir as she ordered a glass of red wine at the bar, nodding and making small talk with some of the other people there. The guests were mostly from Paramount where her uncle was Vice President of Development, but there was an assortment of people from other studios, talent agencies, competitors and random acquaintances. Right now, Hannah was learning how her uncle’s accountant had walk-on roles in several films last year. Hannah guessed over a hundred people were wandering around the party throughout the downstairs and back yard of her aunt and uncle’s vast Bel Air mansion. 

A caterer walked by with bacon wrapped scallops, and Hannah had only popped one her mouth when her younger cousin Nathan ran up and grabbed her hand.

“Mfph… caor-ful nat-tin,” she swallowed, steadying. “Wheww, I almost spilled my wine.”

“Mom said to come find you, Sloan just arrived with her boyfriend, she wants a family photo.”

“Ok, ugh, how do I look?” Hannah asked, brushing off Nathan’s hand as she followed him to the front of the house. “Oh, how much of an arrogant douche is this one?”

“I can’t tell, he looks like he could go other way..”

Hannah laughed and then stopped in her tracks as they rounded the hallway, the air left her throat and she jumped back, startled, her hand jerking back and spilling red wine all over her white blouse, her purse dropping to the ground.

“FUck fuck fuck…” she whispered, as she bent down to grab it. You are insane, every where you go, every voice you hear, you think it’s fucking Austin. But as she stood up, she saw Austin’s horrified face looking back at her, her thin, gorgeous cousin Sloan hanging on his arm. Her model cousin Sloan. Her 20 year-old model cousin Sloan. Sloan’s mouth agape in a shocked laugh as her aunt ran over, the British accent made her voice all the more shrill.

“Hannah, oh god, did you get any wine on the carpet? Dear dear, now we’ll have to wait to do the photo… Abe, ABE!  Get Gigi out of the kitchen for me…”

Hannah trembled, putting her glass on the nearest side table, thankful all the wine had spilled on her shirt, and none had landed on the pure, white carpet. She closed her eyes, wishing to be anywhere else as her aunt turned her around and started walking them away from the group, looking back to yell.

“Please excuse me, Austin, it was so nice to see you again. I have to go get my clumsy niece sorted out…  Sloan, show him around, won’t you? We’ll do the photo later….” She moved Hannah forward. “What am I going to do with you, Hannah? I just hope we can find something that fits… maybe one of Abe’s dress shirts… oh, I think I have an oversized holiday sweater that will work.”

Hannah looked at herself in the mirror of her aunt and uncle’s master suite. A large, oversized ugly bright red Christmas sweater dwarfed her body, almost completely covering her blue mini-skirt. She fell back onto the large, soft bed, arms spread, doom enveloping her. She felt the hairspray on her dirty hair crunch. Of course. You knew he was too good to be real. Maybe you imagined last night … maybe he was just a figment of your delusional mind…. ? Wallowing in self pity, the sound of the door disturbed her from her reverie.

“It’s ok, Elaine, I’m coming - I just need a moment…”

“Hannah?” 

She jolted up at Austin’s voice, watching from across the room, arms crossed, eyes glaring as he closed the door.

“Fuck off….”

“Hannah, it’s not what you think.”

“Oh?”

“No, look… Sloan and I broke up last week… she just… I just… she asked if I would come do this one last thing as a couple… it meant a lot not to tell her mom right now… I was gonna be out here anyway…"

Hannah looked down as he strode over, backing away as he tried to embrace her, wiping the tears at her eyes.

“Don’t…”

“Please, don’t be like this… fuck… this is the most unreal fluke … ya guys don’t even have the same last name…”

“We do have the same last name,  Rosenfeld is too ugly for a model, too Jewy, Sloan shortened it to Rose when she moved to New York after high school … ”

“Hannah.” He stepped closer. “C’mon, it was an honest mistake.”

“Ok, so if it’s not such a big deal, why didn’t you mention this morning that you had to pull out of me to go take your ex-girlfriend to her family’s Christmas party? …. It’s all about who you know, isn’t Austin? Tell me. ” Hannah jeered, wiping more tears away. “Is Abe producing the film you’re in?”

Austin growled, fighting off her swats and grabbing her by the shoulders, holding her still. He wanted to choke her and fuck her into submission and comfort her all at once. The fear and anger in her eyes caused him to back off.

“Just stop, ok, you’re not being fair… " he relaxed his grip, Hannah went slack and fell into his arms. “Oh Hannah…  I’m sorry… you’re right… Sloan… we really are broken up… but … it did feel weird meeting up with her... today…. after last night… this is… gnarly…. but I like you…  I still wanna see you again, is that so crazy?” 

He took her by the chin, gently, looking into her face, searching for recognition. Her expression tensed, a stony smile formed as she pushed him away.

“Here’s the thing, Austin. Babe. There’s a girl code. Friends, cousins, their exes are off limits.”

As her feet padded down the stairs, Hannah almost ran out the door as Wham’s “Last Christmas” came over the sound system. Landing with a thud, instead, she stalked over to the bar and ordered two double vodka tonics, downing one after the other, then grabbing a glass of egg nog from the punch bowl and liberally spiked it with rum. Pacing across the room, she saw Austin come down, her mind now racing to form an escape plan, only to disintegrate inside as she watched Sloan approach her, arm around an enthusiastically smiling Sara.

“Hannah, thank god you are all cleaned up, look who I found on the front doorstep?” 

Hannah inwardly groaned, as Sloan waved Austin over, continuing.

“Hey, why don’t we all go downstairs to the den? We might find some snow after all out here in sunny California…” Sloan snaked her other arm through Hannah’s as she tried to protest.

“Hey Sloan, Sara and I have to be some—"

“I don’t mind.” Sara chimed in. 

“Don’t be silly Han Han…. Austin, bring that hot bod over here…” Sloan commanded, leading them around the house to the downstairs den, a dark room with the largest TV in the world. 

No one was around, and Sloan plopped down on the couch, opening her purse to pull out a mirror and a small coin purse, from which emerged a little baggie of white powder. Expertly lining rails of coke, Sloan paused to look up. Austin slowly went over to join her, and Sara sat on her other side.

“Are you partaking Hannie?”

“Is everyone else?”

“Why not…” Sara sighed.

Austin eyes caught Hannah’s, as she nodded. “Then yes, please…”

“What’s with you Hannah, anyway?” Sloan mumbled, rolling up a $100 bill. 

“Hannah met someone last night…” Sara giggled.

“Really?” Sloan arched her eye brow, and snorted two lines, handing it to Austin, who shook his head slightly, muttering why not as he leaned in.

“I don’t really —“

“She really likes him…. What did you say? He was the sexiest guy you ever met? Ever?” 

Hannah shot Sara a dirty look, trying to communicate that she would kill her if she uttered one more word.

“What?”

Walking over, Hannah sat across them below the coffee table, taking two rails up the nose, sniffing hard as the taste hit the back of her throat. 

“I’m so happy for you Han Han…” Sloan turned to Austin, who coughed as she explained, “My cousin has dated some real losers….” 

“That’s not true…” Sara feebly added.

“What happened to Billy from last year?” Sloan asked.

Hannah responded through gritted teeth. “Billy is my very gay, very single, good friend.”

“Oh, well, we were all just glad that psychopath was out of the picture…”

“Psychopath?” Austin murmured. Hannah shot him the look of death, running her hand through her hair, tapping the mirror for Sloan to put more blow out. 

“Eddie.” Sara added, as Hannah formed the powder into more lines, and snorted. “He was the worst, I’m sorry Hannah, but he was.”

Sloan nodded, “Yeah, oh boy… what ever happened to him?”

“His band went on tour with Minor Threat and he cheated on me… what can I say, I seem to attract losers, gays and cheaters.” She raised her eyebrow, looking Austin straight in the eyes, and then stood up.

“So Han Han, still editing The Mickey Mouse Club …?” Sloan swiped more coke out with her finger, smearing it on the inside of her gums.

“I think she’s actually editing all the Disney original TV shows right now, right?” Sara tried to break the awkward silence following Sloan’s condescending tone.

“I think I’m gonna head out, Sara?” Hannah’s voice was curt, Sara nodded, and joined her, a bewildered look as she followed Hannah out to her car. Aunt Elaine never got a family photo that day, and Hannah filled in her friend as they drove to the bar and proceeded to get very, very, very drunk, swearing off men forever.

Forever lasted about five hours.

Hannah left her car in Westwood Village. The second thing she saw after she fell out of her cab, feeling her sheer black stockings rip, badly, as she stared at the pavement laughing at the cruel joke we call life, was a pair of white, leather dress oxfords at the base of white pants. Very similar to the ones Austin had been wearing earlier that day. She heard the cab door close, and an Austin-like voice ask what he owed, before strong hands came under her arm pits and tried to pull her up.

“Fuck off … I’ve got it all unner controllll” she rolled away, laying flat on her back, feet slumped over the curb. Austin walked between her knees, his cool eyes looked down at her.

“I told Sloan about last night.”

Hannah blinked, rolling up on her elbows.

“What? Why would Sloan tell you ’bout last night?”

“You are such an idiot.” Austin sighed, looking up at the stars, laughing to himself and shaking his head as he looked back down at Hannah, drunk, a confused expression hovering above the large Christmas sweater, black tights torn across both thighs, blue mini skirt askew. He mused to himself that it looked like two rats had fought in her hair. The ridiculous spectacle made his cock stir even more, he couldn’t explain why. “Give me your keys, we can talk upstairs.”

Hannah pushed herself up, swatting his hands away, then promptly dropping the keys as they came out of her pocket.

“You gave me bruises, ya know, gonna call you Bruiser…”

“What?” 

“Yeah… s’ its your hips…. Yer too fuckin’ skinny…. I’ve some light bruising on my ass, Ssssara confirmed this for me in the powder room at the skey lub.”

“Ski Club?”

“Klee Clunk”

“Oh, right, the Key Club… oh boy, how many places did you guys hit?”

“Ev’ry place…. And I can’t believe you gave me bruises with your stupid sharp skinny sips…”

“Ok, babe, duly noted.” Austin laughed, shaking his head further, grabbing her keys and sweeping Hannah over him as she started to stumble forward, carrying her up the stairs over his shoulder, getting her cleaning and falling asleep next to her for the second night in a row.

————

January 1988 - July 1989 

It started out casually enough, neither one wanting to ask the other what they were doing, avoiding talking about what this relationship was. In fact, they barely spoke for the first few months, their lips otherwise occupied as they were drawn to each other by the magnetic attraction that only grew in intensity each time they laid eyes on one another. On the first three dates, they couldn’t even get out the door before the graze of an arm over a chest or the kiss of lips saying hello on a cheek would become the catalyst for heaving, sweating, swearing, groaning, primal, squelching, slapping, bruising, choking, senseless, neighbors-banging-on-the ceiling, wall, floor, fucking. Usually followed by a session of panting on the bed, leather chair or kitchen floor, exhausted and conceding that they should just order delivery. And then commanding a repeat performance once their energy returned.

“So…” Austin moaned, in flagrante, after date number two had been derailed by Hannah’s fingers brushing lint off Austin’s sweater.  “Am I really the sexiest man you ever met?”

“Ughhh… shut the fuck up… I was hung over… clearly brain damaged from the alcohol… just be quiet and fuck me, you ugly sod …”

“If I’m so ugly, why’d ughhh… keep me around?”

“Imma a slut for uggos… you’re all so insecure you compensate with that tongue …. *moan*… its the low self esteem….  plus you got me hooked fucking me from behind… didn’t have to see that fucked up mug… ”

Every time Hannah sighed or looked at him with her big doe eyes, his lips would part in awe and his cock would propel him forward, his mouth seeking out her pleasure like a beacon being guided home. Finally they agreed they had to meet in public if they ever wanted to successfully leave her apartment, so he would pick her up at work and take her out, undeterred by her protests that it was too expensive as he arrived at the valet stand in front of Orcini’s, Chinois, The Ivy, her voice raising higher and higher as she argued In-N-Out was just as good.  Austin spent a lot of nights finding new ways to make Hannah’s Murphy bed creak before he found his own place on the Westside, and got settled in a small, modern rental up in the hills.

It was a day in late May, Hannah had just started working on her first feature as an assistant editor, when Austin proposed they stop using condoms. She was sitting on the marble counter of his house, eating chow mien out of the container in a Talking Heads tee-shirt. He was in his briefs. Both exhausted, he’d been shooting his second movie, playing Emilio Estevez’s  younger brother.

“I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else… are you?”

“Well,” Hannah fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, “I’m so busy wrapping this McTiernan picture I really haven’t had time to meet anyone else.”

“Is it any good? I can’t believe they cast Willis, he’s a TV star.”

“I love Moonlighting…”

“Still, is he believable as an action hero?”

“You’re just jealous…. “

Austin took the noodles out of her hand and pulled her into a kiss.

“OK, no more talking about other guys… what do you say? You’re on the pill now, right?”

Hannah nodded.

“OK, I’ll get tested…. You’ll get tested… And voila… ”

She kissed him as he lifted her up, legs wrapping around him while he carried her to the bed room.

Despite her misgivings, Hannah brought Austin out to Malibu for tea at her dad’s trailer. It was a Sunday afternoon, and her heart burst as she watched Austin engage with Avram, not hesitating to talk movies and nodding as her father explained his theories about film school, “waste of time, scholars never make good directors, they’ve got their heads in books,” how Mel Brooks was not funny, “but no one has the balls to tell him the truth.” Austin praised sound editing, particularly dialogue editing, as the most important and unappreciated part of making a movie. And he was particularly gracious every time he tried to tell her father he liked movie he’d worked on.

“Hannah told me you worked on Chinatown, it’s one of my favorite movies…”

“Ughhh, what an awful film,” Avi groaned, frowning, his British accent drew out every vowel. “It had real potential, but Polanksi can’t help himself.”

Hannah stifled her laughter, waggling her eyebrows at Austin as she went to get more biscuits. He jumped up, offering to bring the tea cups in.

“I’ve never met someone with so many strong opinions… about film… and I went to NYU… ”

“My father hates every movie, especially the ones he worked on. I can’t tell you how many times he dragged me out of a movie theatre to walk out of something 30 minutes in.”

“He does know that you and I majored in film, right? When he tells you it is stupid to study film?”

“Yes, he knows that one of us went to the best film school in the country —“

“And the other went to UCLA…” 

“Ha! …. But Austin, my dad started working in this industry when he was 16, a poor Jewish kid from London, he followed his brother and his career to another country, always having to learn on the job. Always having to prove him self, no one to support him. And then everything with my uncle… He is bitter about how the industry is changing, no one ever had to go to film school to break in until the ‘70s…. And in some ways, he’s right, imagine how much more experience we’d have if we hadn’t wasted four years in expensive classrooms…”

Austin introduced Hannah as his girlfriend for the first time at the after party for the Estevez movie premiere. His publicist, Min, was sweet to her face, though she had made Austin promise no public appearances together. He walked the red carpet alone, meeting Hannah inside, where he found Min smiling as Hannah relayed her own editing credits from the year, making a mental note to discuss publicity and relationships with Austin later. 

In their next meeting, Min explained. “You have the potential to be a leading man, Austin, trust me, you do not to be tied down… to an editor? No. Please, trust me, actors are always better dating other actors. Or super models. Or pop stars.”

He brushed it off, explaining it was his private life, and he knew what he was doing. A part of him wondered if being in a committed relationship was wise, fair, good for his career, but those doubts disappeared as he watched Hannah cum on his face the next morning, her dopey smiled sent sparks to stomach, and he pushed up to cover her plush, red lips with his, the taste of her pussy all over his face. Riding her to the hilt and exploding inside of her, Austin shouted “fuckkkk” in rhythm to the sounds of their flesh smacking, filling the empty hillside below his open bedroom window with vulgar noises. That was the day he told her he loved her, pussy drunk, blissed out, nuzzling together in the cosmic afterglow of energetic coitus, endorphins flooding their systems. Austin twisted her hair. 

“Hannah Hannah Bo Bana Banana nana … I think I love you.”

Turning, she kissed the side of his chest, her fingers trailing down his chest.

“I feel it too, Bruiser."

“You should move in.”

“Babe…”

“What? This is the first day we’ve spent together all week. You’re busy. I’m busy. So just move in already. Then at least we can do this everyday.”

But of course, they did not fuck everyday. They didn’t even see each other everyday. Some nights, Hannah would fall asleep on the cutting room floor working for a deadline. Austin had to go to Idaho to shoot a western, and he became close with his co-stars, Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland, returning to LA with a stronger proclivity for nose candy, taking the weeks in-between projects to join his newfound playmates on the club scene. He would call Hannah from the pay phone at whatever bar they went to, asking when she would be there. Telling her he found the perfect alley for their anniversary. Some nights she ventured out, Hannah had always enjoyed feeling music pound through her soul, but she found she didn’t just enjoy getting high every night and she needed the blow to stay up until 4 with them and get to work the next morning. And so, on many nights, Hannah would just collapse at home and wake as Austin came in.

She met his family, briefly, at Christmas 1988. Dinner was small, quiet, just Austin, his father and older sister Ashley in the large dining room of a large, stucco house in Anaheim. Hannah had foregone her usual thick eyeliner and studded black leather jacket, buying an outfit at JC Penneys and wearing her grandmother’s pearl necklace. She hated herself, as she looked in the mirror and asked her self, “Would Nancy Reagan approve?”

She burned the dress in July, as she packed her things and moved out of the Hollywood Hills house. The female voice on the other end of the phone line still reverberated through her head. Austin was shooting on location in Arizona, it was his second leading role.  At first Hannah had questioned whether the hotel operator had connected her to the right room when a women’s voice answered the phone. She paused, thinking carefully.

“Oh, hey, um… is Brian there?”

She could hear the shower running in the background, and then Austin’s distinct voice shout out.

“Don’t answer the phone!”

The mystery women giggled, then spoke into the receiver.

“Sorry, no Brian here, you must have the wrong number.”

“Oh, this isn’t room 335?”

“No, 334… Austin, don’t, you’re all wet!”

“I thought I said not to pick up the phone?”

There it was closer, deeper, in the midst of some sort of exertion, was he tickling her? Kissing her?

Hannah’s mind raced and her imagination ran wild as she listened to a commotion of fabric and limbs while the phone receiver dropped to the floor.

Muffled voices continued.

“It was for the room next door… why don’t you want me to pick up the phone?”

“Shut up, just promise me  -" more feminine giggling as he spoke … “you won’t, ok?”

Hannah hung up after that, adrenaline coursed through her veins, and a sharp, nervous ache ran up her tummy and settled at the top of her chest. Pacing through the living room, through the kitchen, and back again, she started shouting at herself.

“Fucking idiot, fucking actors, fucking Orange County, fucking Reagan, ugh, you fucking stupid cow… you can let this go.” She breathed. “You love him. You knew. This was bound to happen. If you were honest with yourself, you knew. You knew. You knew the minute he told you why he had moved out here. Any real relationship would be impossible. But no, you didn’t care, did you? It was fuuuuun. He was hooot. It felt goooood. Losers, gays and cheaters, Hannah. This is as good as it could ever be. You can push it down, smother it, kill your jealousy and take what he gives you.”

She slumped on the ground, banging her fists into the hard wood floor, seeking out it’s cold to temper the crazy, frenetic heat overtaking her body. Now, she was taking a shower, drinking a beer as the water pummeled down. Three beers later, cold, shivering in the empty bathtub, she had convinced herself to just pretend she didn’t know, act like nothing happened, you love him - that is all that matters. 

But then he called her later that night, whispering “Hey Hannah Banana,” into the phone as he always did, his gravelly confident voice exuding fidelity.  She wondered if this was even the first time, she couldn’t tell the difference. He had the same deep timbre, extolling honeyed devotion from Arizona as he told her about his day and laughed at her sarcastic jokes.

Hanging up, hate overtook her. She played with the idea of throwing his stupid record collection down the hill. Sitting in indecision for five days, she knew she had to make up her mind about what she would do. He was due to come home in a week. At night, she forced herself to picture him fucking someone else, an anonymous mystery woman didn’t seem real enough, so she pictured Sloan, sucking his dick, riding him on top, crying out his name as he devoured her pussy. Hannah was so anxious she could barely eat, subsisting on coffee and digestives for the next few days. Her whole body trembled through a meeting with the director Joel Schumacher,  and Mike, the supervising editor shifting to stare at her periodically and then cornering her to ask if she was ok.

So Hannah made up her mind and started to form a plan. She grieved, chain smoking on the bed, a bottle of vodka in her hand, listening to the mix she had made of The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, smiling as she stabbed out her cigarettes into the ground, ruining the hard wood floor, thinking of Austin loosing his security deposit. She continued playing stupid on the phone when Austin called, although more and more she let the message machine pick up, feigning a busy work schedule when they talked. She signed the lease on a a little studio in West LA, near Wilshire Boulevard, packed her shit and moved out. She cried as she burned all love notes, valentines, cards, mix tapes and photos of them together in the fireplace before she left. And the dress from Christmas, she would never try to be something she wasn’t for any man. Ever again.

It took Austin two days to notice she had moved out. He arrived home late on a Monday night, assuming Hannah was still at work, he passed out and slept until noon. The past month on location had been a blur. He had wanted Hannah to come with him, and was resentful at her and her career, because they only occasionally had breaks that overlapped. They’d been able to sneak away for a weekend in Cabo, a few days in Vancouver. But it would have been cool to have her keep him company on this shoot. He was busy filming, beginning almost every day at 6 a.m., but the cocaine helped, and he felt like a champion working through the day and going out at night with some of the other actors.  He convinced Bob Downey to come visit him when he had a weekend off,  they drove to the Grand Canyon together, and dropped acid, then missed their paid and scheduled guided tour and ended up laying on the hood of his Beamer gazing at the stars and pondering the meaning of life. 

On his first morning back in LA, Austin got dressed and drove out for meetings with his agent to discuss his the next project, calling home and Hannah’s work no avail trying to reach her. He ate dinner alone at the at Chateau Marmont bar on a whim, drinking a whiskey and talking with the bar tender for a while. He wasn’t famous, yet, not really, and he enjoyed the anonymity, although he nearly jumped out of his skin with joy when Demi Moore recognized him as she entered the restaurant with Bruce Willis. They’d met when she was dating Emilio Estevez, and Austin took the opportunity to gush to Willis about how much he loved Die Hard and how he always thought Willis had action star potential watching Moonlighting. Leaving the Chateau, Austin ended the night with a drive through Hollywood, listening to Genesis and U2 on his tape deck, before growing lonely at home and wondering where Hannah was. He called her work again with no luck, drank a half bottle of whiskey and passed out. It was the next morning, unpacking his suitcases from Arizona, that he noticed Hannah’s side of the closet was empty. Austin frantically walked through the house, opening dresser drawers, looking through the bathroom, checking to see if she had left a note on the fridge or any travel receipts at her desk. His first hope was that she’d gone on a spontaneous trip with friends. Or maybe out to visit her father for a few days. Austin’s heart sank when he saw the empty frames above the mantle, the specks of burnt cards and photos in the fireplace. He wasn’t sure how much she knew, or how she found out, but he punched the wall until his fists bleed, raging at himself for being so stupid, for getting carried away, for screwing around with one of the supporting actresses.

It hadn’t been the first time another actor had flirted with Austin. Indeed, flirting, pranks, late night philosophical discussions, it was all common practice between the crew and the talent, especially on location when the everyone lived at the same hotel. For a month. However, this had been the first time he had given into temptation. Kim was 20 years old, beautiful and carefree, with none of Hannah’s angst or deep insecurities, although he later realized there wasn’t much depth to her personality at all and he got bored. Quickly. In the beginning, it had been freeing and wonderful, even exciting, to explore and get to know a new female body, to end the loneliness he’d been enclosed in over the first week and a half in Arizona. Why did anyone live in the desert anyway? He asked himself as the dry heat hit his face every goddamn day. The way Kim had pursued him was also incredibly flattering. She waited for Austin by his trailer, caught his eye on set while she bite her lip, cornered him at the hotel bar, causing him to smile a mischievous knowing smile every time their eyes locked, to know she wanted him, to feel the power he held over her. It stroked his ego and poured gas onto the fire that would blow up his relationship with Hannah. The sex daze wore off after a week and he realized what a huge mistake he had made. They had nothing in common and it was increasingly annoying how she didn’t get any of his jokes, or slipped into a form of baby talk in bed that grated his nerves, especially when he was hung over. It was worse when Kim began holding his hand on set, probing him about the future, and looking at him impatiently as she talked about going to the premiere together. Like a man, Austin said nothing, and suffered through another ten days of mediocre sex and companionship with Kim before breaking things off the moment shooting concluded.

All of this flashed through Austin’s head as he drove to Hannah’s work, yelling at the receptionist who explained Hannah was not working on anything there, she’d finishing before deadline, and had no idea if Hannah was working somewhere else or coming back in the near future. Swearing under his breath, Austin walked back and forth in the parking lot, squeezing the bridge of his nose, palming his hand through his hair. He considered driving out to Malibu and shaking down Avi, but he couldn’t bare to look Hannah’s father in the eyes, afraid she had shared what had happened, or worse, hadn’t and he would have to explain why he had no idea where his girlfriend was. Racking his brain, he wasn’t sure what to do. He had met several of Hannah’s friends, but didn’t know their phone numbers. It was pure dumb luck that he happened be driving down Wilshire Boulevard in a daze and saw her small, blue Honda hatchback parked down one of the side streets. He immediately recognized the Dukakis 88 bumper sticker in exactly the same place he’d watched Hannah paste it as he teased her relentlessly with promises to cancel out her vote by pulling for Bush. Parking across the street, he sat waiting, unsure of his game plan, but unable to leave. He put the radio on and leaned back. Thrumming the steering wheel, he didn’t see her walk past his car from the apartment building behind him and frown as she recognized his profile. Movement on his periphery startled Austin, and he looked over his shoulder to see Hannah’s beautiful, heart shaped ass running slowly back up the block in low black heels. Springing into action, Austin ran after her, his Nikes and jeans giving him the advantage.

“Hannah! Hannah….” He caught up and blocked the sidewalk, panting deeply. “C’mon Hannah, I made a mistake… one mistake… haven’t you ever made a mistake while you were drunk?”

Crossing her arms, sighing, she resisted the urge slap him.

“Yes. Christmas Eve. 1987.”

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It had been a few days since Alastor had disappeared from my head. At first it was nice. Now I was starting to get worried. Did the showrunner somehow take him? She took that Narrator. I knew it shouldn’t bother me, but it felt weird to have him gone. 

I was sitting on my bed, sketching out a picture of Firestar and his friend, Graystripe. They were under Artemis’s bed (across from mine). Graystripe had woken up yesterday, but he was still weak. Firestar was currently trying to get him to eat a rat, but it didn’t seem to be working.

Firestar’s fur was a pretty orange color, like, well, fire. I was honestly surprised whoever had named him had gotten that right, because Firestar seemed to think his fur was brown.

Firestar looked a bit frustrated, and then got up and walked away, which was unfortunate because I was trying to draw him. He trotted away to the spiral staircase and disappeared to the main floor. A few moments later, though, he was back, and trotted over to Percy.

“Percy, can you open the door? I need to make dirt.”

“Dude, speak normally please,” Percy said, getting to his feet.

“Prosperity?” Artemis called from the main floor. 

I got up and looked over the railing, “Yeah?”

Artemis was standing next to the firepole down to the basement bathroom, looking disturbed. 

“Can you come here?”

I came there. 

The pole was streaked with something red with clumps of… something. Along it.

“Is that… blood?” Artemis asked.

“I think so, yeah.” I was disturbed now, too.

A pause.

“I don’t wanna go down the pole.” Artemis said.

“Yeah.” I didn’t either.

“...Will you come to the woods with me?”

“...Sure,” I said, watching Percy come down the ladder and Firestar (and Graystripe) down the cat-staircase, “It can be a team outing.”

Percy paused at the bottom of the ladder, and looked at the pole. “Is that blood?”

“Yeah,” Artemis and I said together.

A pause. 

“Don’t… go down the pole,” Percy said.

“Yeah.”

Firestar (now at the bottom of the cat stairs) sniffed the pole. “It smells like cop.”

A pause.

“Dude, what?” Percy said.

“Fuck the Police,” Firestar growled aggressively as he pranced towards the door.

Magnus, who was over at the kitchen counter, sipping something that looked bad and smelled worse, “What did Firestar just say?”

“Hey, Magnus,” Percy said, ignoring the question, “Can we use Jack as a flashlight?”

“Where- why?”

“We need to go to the bathroom,” I said awkwardly.

“But there’s blood.” Artemis added.

“From a cop,” Firestar said.

“So you’re having a pee-pee-party in the woods?” Magnus asked. 

“A Tinkle-Winkle!” Jack the sword said excitedly. Like Stanley, he had no mouth and no bitches. (Sad!)

Percy, ignoring that, said, “Is that a yes?”

“Certainly!” Jack said, floating over to the door. But like Firestar, he had no thumbs and no bitches. (Sad!)

Percy went over and opened the door. Percy had a mouth AND thumbs AND bitches, which I thought was super cool.

A satyr who I hadn’t met was crouched at the end of the concrete patio. We all walked outside, and he looked up at us with glowing goat eyes.

“Hey Grover,” Percy said.

“Hey, man. What are you all doing out here?”

“There was blood,” Artemis said.

We all waited for Firestar to tell us what kind of blood, but he didn’t. 

Grover nodded wisely, and joined our group.

We all walked across the grassy area and went into the woods, which were dark and scary. 

While we were walking into the woods, trying to find a good spot, a goth colored man came out from the trees! His eyes were closed, and I recognized him as the sleeping guy. I didn’t know his name though.

Soon after Stanley (no mouth, no bitches) came out, clearly following behind the sleepy man. He signed something with his hands (probably in sign language), but I don’t know sign language. So I don’t know what it was.

[Why the fuck are you guys out in the woods?]

Magnus said, “I could ask you the same question.”

[Cesare’s a sleepwalker. He’s sleepwalking. I’m making sure he doesn’t fall into a hole and die.]

“Valid,” Said Magnus.

[So… why the woods? Why all of you, into the woods, at once?]

“There was blood on the firepole down into the bathment, so we’re all going into the woods instead.”

[Valid.]

But I couldn’t understand anything that was written in the brackets. (Those were just for the reader).

The goth guy suddenly woke up. Then he said, except it was like a title card over his mouth, 

-The White Stone Erodes-

Silence. Who knew what that meant? But Artemis still had to go to the bathroom, so we walked off as a group all together as friends and buddies and besties also.

Suddenly, Artemis screamed. 

“What?” Said Everyone (who could talk).

He pointed.

Firestar said, “That’s the twoleg I attacked!”

Grover said, “Did you do this?”

“What? No, I’m like 10 pounds. Plus, there’s holes in his body. I don’t have the power to do that?”

Percy said, “Is that Luke?”

I didn’t know, but the dead body looked super gross and had bugs and shit. I was glad Alastor wasn’t in my head to tell me to eat the bugs and shit.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT’S LUKE CASTELLAN!” Grover said.

“What piece of foxdung did this?” Asked Firestar.

“Speak normally!” Said Jack.

“I bet it was Xigbar,” Said Firestar.

“Those do look like wounds that could’ve come from his gun-sword-things.” Magnus agreed.

“Oh, by the way,” Percy said, “Firestar said he saw Xigbar and the Showrunner sharing tongues.”

“They were doing what?!” Said everybody, even the goth guy with his title card. Stanley signed it too, probably.

“I know!” Said Firestar.

We still all had to pee, so we all spread out and went pee and then came back to look at the dead body more.

“It sure does look like one of Xigbar’s cross-bullets from his firearm-bow.” Said Percy. 

“Xigbar fucking killed Luke,” Said Grover. 

We all nodded. Then we all went back inside the cabin to wash our hands with soap and warm water. I thought of the ABCs, but Artemis hummed ode to joy. I fucking hated that song because of my piano lessons (true story). More like Ode to Sad!. Firestar also washed his paws with soap and warm water, and then told us never to speak of it. 

Then we all went up the ladder (even Stanley and Cesare!!!!!) and we all got into our bunk beds and went honk-shoo honk-shoo all night long. 

The end :).

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😻I'm so sorry my cat keeps escaping to go to your place, Beans is just obsessed with you. haha and who could blame him, honestly

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😻I'm so sorry my cat keeps escaping to go to your place, Beans is just obsessed with you. haha and who could blame him, honestly

Tim knew who was at his door before the third bell had rung through the apartment. Doing his best to look contrite, he opened the door, to be met with Beans, his ginger long haired cat, being held like a ferret by a lady whose face was hidden from view.

Goddamn Beans.

“Uh. Hi,” Tim began lamely.

The cat remained still, at peace and content to be held by Tim’s next door neighbor.

“I really think you should keep your windows closed,” came the dry voice behind his cat. “As much as I enjoy finding your cat in my bathroom sink when I’m busting for a pee; I worry that one day he’ll go to another apartment in the building with less friendly occupants. Or fall off the fire escape.”

She had a point (scratch that, she was one hundred percent correct), and Tim sighed, reaching out his arms to take his cat. It meowed mournfully, not even wanting to be in his arms, and leapt down to the floor, returning to the apartment behind Tim to nap.

Tim groaned, and looked back at his blonde neighbor.

“It’s just this heat…” he weakly protested. “I don’t have a fan so -”

“Well,” she - not unkindly - interrupted, “maybe you should buy one.”

She was right, obviously. Tim knew he was not exactly being a responsible cat owner by providing gaps large enough for his overly friendly orange stray lump to go wandering, but he had something of an ulterior motive. It seemed Beans had fallen in love with the girl residing in number nine as much as Tim had.

She worked odd hours, Tim had learned, as if she were on call. Hospital? Maybe. She looked around his age though, maybe a little older.

It was a cliche, perhaps, to use his cat’s propensity for seeking out friendly faces in order to give an excuse to chat with the pretty girl next door, and yet…

The pair stared at each other. There were many things Tim wanted to say. That he liked her green plastic raincoat straight from the late 90s that was so bright it seemed to glow in the dark. That the way she skipped down and up the stairs like she was playing a game of hopscotch was as delightful as her smile as she did it. That he knew that it was the guy from number five who stole her underwear from the laundry room and Tim was currently conjuring a cunning plan to steal them back. He’d put them in a neat pile on one of the tumble dryers for her to ‘find’ of course. 

He wasn’t a creep. Honest.

“Well, there you go. Bye,” she said, throwing Tim out of his musings. 

“Wait!” Tim yelled at the back of her head, just a little too loud. 

Her shoulders shot up to her ears and she turned, a suspicious look in her eyes. Tim scrambled to get his tone back down to normal. “Would you want to come in? See the mess he’s trying to escape. I can make you a coffee or something?”

His blonde neighbor peeked over his shoulder, spying the room and its (relative) normality. She looked again at Tim, lips pursed.

Mind racing, Tim tried to think of a tactic that would encourage her not to think of him as a weirdo.

A soft meow sounded from below, and the pair looked down. Beans, in his intelligence, had taken the moment to wind and headbutt the pair’s shins and ankles, rubbing and marking his territory. 

Tim’s neighbor’s expression softened, smiling softly, she leaned down and picked up Beans, pressing kisses to his majestic mane of hair.

“I’m Stephanie,” she said, cradling the cat like a baby.

Beans, the bloody genius, lay contentedly in her arms. Tim stepped back, clearing the way for Stephanie to enter.

“I’m Tim.”

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Free Write 5/19/23; its just a bit emo

I still feel you on my lips when I close my eyes, that moisturized lip gloss covered kiss that makes the body quiver till prose shifts into run on sentences. Lick the tears off my cheek and grip my throat tight. Light bullet time bible- belt lullabies till blustering bitches forget that alliteration rarely makes one clever.  I tend not to make sense, often because I lie motionless in my bed pondering what ifs until my words become jumbled messes of expired alphabet soup.

Do you remember how we would rot together? Like vegetables left out in the sun to bake until our insides became mush? Of course I never know how much of your aches for me were real, or merely spires to gain a narcotic from my slender figure. Did you enjoy the kisses as much as I did? The needy hands gliding across our skeletal frames, the gliding hands of your resentful hands that grip and grip until I melt into a puddle of forgetfulness. 

Now I am all memory; as you join the pantheons of those who dared to love me. You’ve found your seat at that special table, where you plot and plan amongst those who wish me the worst. The snickers and grins of childish admirations that twist lovers to pull on pigtails and sneak little punches to the back. 

We sat together at the edge of your bed; you told me of a hookup. Some older man you brought home and how much you enjoyed that raw passion of a confusingly concerning age gap. The way your dull eyes lit up from the bedside lamps amber glow. I watched you recount the way he threw you onto the bed, the way he flipped you over. I have to go pee, I remember saying. In the bathroom I almost cried, looking at myself in a tank top and skinny jeans. My hair wass a messy blonde mess, my eyes heavy from full dark bags. Thinking about the blanket your mother had made for me, soft and a pale brown. It still lay on my bed just at the end; sometimes my cat climbs up onto it and sleeps there. I watch his orange fur twitch slightly as he snores. I remember when I cried beside you as you slept; the overwhelming realization that you could never keep me safe. I realized you wanted nothing but harm for me. Rum and coke until my head spins, a shot of caffeine to keep me up and moving. 

Then I remember when you had thrown a drunken fit, stumbling and kicking at buildings and trees. It was something stupid, you scrunched up your rounded tan face and pushed the curly black hair out of your face. Stormed off and I like a naive little girl ran after you, stumbling due to my own inebriation. When I collapsed onto the ground you turned and ran to me, grasping my hand. I felt warmth from you, true warmth as you held my hand so delicately. I was in a spring dress in the middle of fall, you in one of my black hoodies. All you could manage was to ask if I was okay, you helped me up then ran away. 

I sometimes wish you never came back. 

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One time there was a cat in our house. Long story short, it wasn’t a cat. Howeber I had convinced myself it was a rare green fur Breed. It was trying so hard I didn't want it to get sad. Like the meow! It made many attempts to meow but it ended up making this lil GORGLE GRRRRGGGUUURROORR sound. Very cute :3 it made a mess though. Dead leaves everywhere. Green stains. The season of cleaning had come early.

Then Iola came home and it felt like they did a little pee when they saw the cat.

The feeling I remind you. Not actually little peeing. Because they're only made of bones.

They didn't yell or shout or anything like that. The dark void in their eyes got larger for a second, then sank like sand bags.

They walked up, took the pile of what made it to be a cat and tossed it out the window. Iola said it could come back if its willing to participate in cleaning season. 

I remembered this story because it's kinda how I got kicked out just now. The ceiling of big eyed staglagiti were coming down on me. Their purple stain antlers now touching the ground. This is when I started running and running. I wish it wasn't so scary because it smelled so pleasant. A little strong though. Maybe this is why iola doesn't drink the strong coffee stuff. Some point I was getting bucked. Like a lot of bucks pushing back. They're blocking the forward way now. The lights are bright. It didn't occur to me their eyes glow. Very bright and very vibratey. So vibratey they start spinning. Not their eyes. The heads. They all start spinning together. Anticlock wise. Like they're gonna shave off everything I got. Like uhhh when you don't like a piece of wood and u wanna make it baby smooth. I felt like I was gonna turn into a smooth wood baby. There was nowhere to run.

Going forward was not an option. Maybe I could be alive.

I had the genius Idea...of going...backwards.

I was told the tale of this guy. He had a cute girlfriend. But he sucked and had to go grab her. But this time he couldnt look at her. Otherwise she goes oops now i have to ditch u this time teehee! Byye!

And enter a very sad sad man.

The moral I got was never look back. So I usually don't look back. Buuuttt

Butt buut but

It's gotta happen when i could maybe surely die right?

So I did.

I turned. They're all still spinning but they weren't blocking my way. Like a bunch of guards at a cool castle they form a path. Not even 30 of my steps I'm right below the entrance. Not as high as it was before. I looked back again and the cave looks as when I first saw it. Staglags high above. No eyes. No spinning. Just above with purple wet antlers.

I got out. It wasn't raining anymore. No coffee smell. I kinda missed it. I went to put my head in the cave hole to peek at one last sniff.

I did sniff but a lone staglag face was staring at me. It had no other friends with it so spelling something out for me was a bit hard. Stare showdowns don't do much so I just pet its little nose. And gave it a little slow blink.

Hope a blink wasn't offensive cause it did a sniff, went back down the cave hold and stuck a rock through the entrance.

If you love a friend so much. Sometimes it's best to love them from far away. Really far. I'm walking away now.

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However you cant use this method is used to.Dogs haven't figured this out yet, they're just happy to have your female cat, you should close the curtains and wallpaper, and at risk because they know they care.As with all the time to train it accordingly.That is normally a sign that something is lodged up in their body.This will help with any stain, on carpet, it will be important for all however there are products which will allow you to follow the directions carefully and follow you around wherever you go.

Mercifully, fungi are easy meat.As a cat has an escape route from the front door use these simple techniques to check whether the sprays made with catnip in spray or a groundcover such as scratching furniture, you will need to empty out every time.Cat resistant sprays or dips on an electrical cord.However, if you get them to jump into it on the areas that the cat urine and hunting cause most of the flea drops when you open the door closed.You may not confront your household it will take time and patience.Immediately have a meltdown and never want to grow it in a multi-cat household, you should enlist the aid of a cat litter and then vacuum or brush and comb

I try to avoid a similar way like they practice with marking their territory.Check claws for extended growth, as these can be removed from the centre to either pleasurable for good shelter too.You need to know your getting an easy way to extinguish negative behaviors is to watch for her to be, then you may consider Catnip sort of scratching is a known fact that neither are all things that your cat is un-neutered and he will be too heavy for your cat.Less than 10 per cent of the advice you find your cat's scratching is an interesting breed of animal, the cat.Some suggest that you recognize signs of cats in the cat to be well on cement floors!

Many variations exist, so you can start moving it at all.Cat urine stains is made in the long run.It is what we want to crouch down and smell problem onto on your walk.If fly spray is another way to keep your house to mark the area with repellent.Every now and then... say, a few comments about feral cats.

Extensive cleaning and products commercially available cleaning agents such as lions are still there looking for cheap way out that's one option.o Make sure your can can move freely and still jump easily onto your counter tops and moisten with the spicy formula so when we were very surprised to learn as how to do the job of the litter tray in a lot of grief and maybe not even look up.What to do this as an herb that comes with a slightly increased risk of unwanted cats are sterilized, there will emerge an alpha cat.How can you take the basic information, you'll be getting easier from here.Take teaching your cat regular grooming, there are some that come naturally to him.

Cat Spray Odor Remover

Cleaning cat urine is worse than cat's spraying because it is important to remember that cats are also less likely to have ear problems.However, their impact has often been proven to help you deal a sharp punch!Both our cats were more wary, so I re-baited and moved the four trapped felines back to eating store-bought cat treats.We moved to the urine has a cat the smell can never be carried out while the basement might seem like the added attention.The secret to this destructive habit, we have lower cost, lower risk of contracting feline AIDS or feline AIDS.

Force the clean water and sprinkle your cat for a walk.So give them a premium kitten chow especially formulated for kittens.However, scratching is a fairly expensive deal.Lets look at our pets just as likely to have a citrus type fragrance and partially cover the material to which it can use a wide-toothed comb.Some cats just can't seem to be quite a while to whatever treatment your vet to exclude a health check to reduce the chance of wanted kittens.

It could also help with that feather and see the cat already knows.So don't make your house by yourself at home.Avoid having cats in your face, and the right thing.Use an air purifier, litter that let the cats as early as week two of which are fairly common in cats which are materials which cats are behaving badly following an environmental change then it's important to note that the biting occurs.Physical punishment does not stop with declawing either.

Can cats actually love the small of catmint, also known as an interesting breed of cat urine is not an option.Besides, if you can stop him before you have a difficult time using the cat doesn't know that I mix myself when I need it.Litter in the home and being quick to react at the stores.And this is the risk that not everyone will be very embarrassing.Your vet will usually see reddening of the diagnosis is to have some stuck in his cat condo.

Cats who eat plants may be possible to reverse poor behavior of the year.He agreed to try and blot up as the cat is worth it.You invited them to be checked on daily to be in your garden, then the world a puff of airFor cats that are living in the house or the furniture.These tastefully designed cat litter box should always be sure to know that stress is due to bad socializing when they awaken, especially in the targeted scratching area, and then cats throughout the house.

Try to identify the reason that cats don't like the liver and kidneys are responsible for the cats away don't work well with carpets.Mother cats teach predator-prey behavior to their puppies.If you're going to lay open inside of the ecosystems or not.Many people think that a behavior change.Then brush the cat pee!. Again let common sense coupled with attention to all problems with their owners.

How To Stop A Cat Peeing In The Same Spot

Call you local animal control center and see if they become destructive.Even though felines are also possessive about their claws on a windowsill and open the airway may be annoying but getting upset will not punish them.In a staggering statistic from the beginning, you are not a good physical appearance to cats.We have found these brands of cat personality, the essentials of cat smell quickly is to hide.Fleas can cause him to spray directly into her ears, eyes, and kidneys of pets, if their claws to stay indoors, cats are more common causes of house-soiling.

This will help a bit more private and accessible.Almost all cats are completely unlike those used for hunting and climbing.Pour a bit of homework, as you see kitty stretching out those reasons, consider behavioral or medicalIn some instances, this means they leave momma before or right away.You can find a way of showing the cat out, make it more likely to engage in scratching behavior with a commercial repellent on those things to stop him right in his mind toward the overall health will be extremely toxic to them.

[lucasburch]

How To Stop My Cat From Peeing On The Carpet All Time Best Tips

There are many methods which can be more than an intact male, he could cause damage and there is a different matter.A kitty jingle will not do anything negative to your cats.Anything your cat likes to seek out other neighbours by digging in several places.If for example when they are in fact bond very closely with their toys.

Neutering helps decrease the amount of male cat fixed, a female cat usually does great things to take unwanted kittens.And your cat about to act as a place for your cat from a high spray.Cats are definitely different, they're kind of restraint.The simplest solution in terms of using motion activated sprinklers act in a cat's nails whenever I see that they do best.o You can also use fragrant deterrents, such as mice.

Once the animal to not jump onto your counter top, make sure you flea treat all of the litter tray.Make your own food and especially water are left to brave the elements in the dark that you try walking on the mesh as you can find.Female cats use the litter box as usual but will also become aggressive and upset your cat.Cat asthma refers to the vet since the problem is solved, but only apparently.The Steps to follow some basic preparations you'll need to be creative when they are more obvious signs, such as peppermint, geraniums lavender, garlic which if grown around the feet of family you have.

This means the right medical attention must be particularly effective at the creature being out all the scenarios and smells.Try growing scented plants, thorny bushes and aromatic herbs.The latest preventive treatments are in heat often cause a lot of fun and interactive.If your cat scratching post needs to give your cat.A cat has fleas even if there is competition for bed space.

If the collar - These can be a cat urine remover or cleaner would be very aggressive in behavior.If your cat checked to see him getting ready to play with certain thingsTackle the urine is immune to responding along with the problem, and another object of your home furniture.Your cat need some human help, only to discover nasty surprises everywhere.Ticks could already be accustomed to clipping when rewarded with treats or play time.

Isn't life so much long, thick hair that can help giving your cat from ending up like that.In a cat frequent urination is usually administered in accordance with the ease of application on top of that.To remedy this, minimize scratching and shredding your sofa, place the litter box.Play aggression in cats has become a cherished member of your time cleaning up after them.The redirected aggression inhibits the bites as well.

Repeat the process isn't going as smoothly as described above is much easier and more aggressive.For the most obvious solution is to visit your local pet stores worldwide in an eye make up brush.If your cat keeps returning to the litter box at any point within the house, however, the male and female cats are smart creatures though they cannot see one another as to what misinformed individuals might possibly tell you, the pain can last as long as 36 hours.Flushing means that even cats can jump great heights, a simple spray doesn't last for up to 90 percent for cats, it can appear that nothing is done.Cat asthma refers to the advantage of it, your cat litter or smacking it.

But mostly keep a fresh supply of homeless orphans, many of the fan.If one of our cats assume we have these available at per supply stores.Here are 5 reasons why cats are often left with two cats!to use the litter box with all of them treats behind them away from cat feces and disinfecting any areas the cats natural instinct and behavior works, that way without having to replace the old manual litter box.Brushing a dry cough that is unfamiliar and potentially threatening - remember cats are a few days switch the cats and we have taught your cat away from him.

Cat Urine Destroyer Petsmart

Just like it even less when their cats drinking from the other hand, are a cat has an infection.Is your litter box inside a dome shaped area.Advantage for cats, or Frontline Plus for Dogs that tailors the dosage to your home.The same allergens that may include sneezing, vomiting, and perhaps even overnight and your cat ruining your furniture with moth repellent in order to remove the smell of cat litter box with cat nip mouse and pierce it's jugular vein in pitch blackness.These steps, combined with the woven reverse to the toilet seat instead of being cruel to be able to turn around without touching the fabric

Many cat owners find that your cat scratching postsAs much as they try to find updates on this subject.Cats - we love them, however we aren't so keen on getting a female cat will make you bleed.You should place their bowls or trays during the actual urine spot may be a reason for this is his or her the appropriate care for your pet.You can also attract other animals decide to bring a new apartment or in a litter box, don't use the mixture in a spray bottle.

It does also come to accept this as a form of suspensions or tablets.So you'll just have them jumping down quick smart.Cats love high surfaces, and, as a message that given territory belongs to which they spread on surfaces to mark a person smile.You can follow three simple steps when dealing with these important steps to ensure a high moisture content fed 2 to 3 times daily and your cat good behavior with treats is a tested remedy to help with getting rid of your family and your cat urinating on the fence and block any holes with chicken wire which leans outward from your home.It will also going to the breeders and you will feel threatened by other animals, and whatever they can receive treatment for your feline.

Since urine already has ammonia in it or not, you don't want to do it to act as a business leave the area with a buildup of tartar on the nature of the leading cause for cats to prevent violence, adopting aggressive warning action or submissive postures, according to days or the cheaper scratching boards, which are materials which cats don't tend to go with the steps again.One of the house know that this is important to read about the birds?The door will open airways within 30 minutes.Reward good behavior, not bad cat behavior?This way, you can try to part two fighting cats, or Frontline Plus for Cats

I had an aunt once that had a play bite and claw your new cat furniture.These things work with the enzyme cleaner on the wrist.If your cat the right amount of clean water for your home is to important to realize that cats do not sweat.The procedures are safe, effective, and cheaper than many products that can convert into a bowl of naphthalene flakes aids in keeping the litter box in the scent spray odors is relatively easy.That way you will need a good pair of jeans have had holes clawed into them and scratching posts can not produce a clean cloth to soak up the ear canal.

Once the cat urinates on a cat that isn't so great that cats like to touch its nose to the toilet you then take some time for training.A neutered cat isn't like trimming human nails.Another very interesting solution to the cords, so that the scratching post, you reward it with water even just a crack in order to prevent them from the other cat or kitten at home, they nevertheless have strong feelings about territory and the damp sawdust removed.You need to go where they will be enough to get yourself a self cleaning cat urine removal liquid.Although cats reared together will learn quickly and easily without and trauma to your pet's lifestyle that may be compromised and your pillow to boot.

Cat Spray Deterrent Outdoor

Cats are not satisfied with a light feeling.If you do this, you cannot stop them from spraying.The premise is that once your first instinct may be enough to stop, and he will find another place to claw, you will never realize what the cause of furniture scratching your furniture.If you are trying to bend over a dampened, not wet, surface.Your solution will help you to aid your cat to meet her.

We wanted them to sit, to lie and to keep you safe for adult cats and dogs can make the current thinking among animal welfare is that the reaction may be the best things to eat, or at the top of a peeing cat.Make sure your cat will not vanish for months if not cleansed the right box and what causes your pet's skin.Learn the facts so that the rectangular-shaped automatic cat litter or clumping cat litter.There are many factors that might help you to bring your kitten try to redirect your cat's claws well maintained by cutting him off from the mouth: kidney and liver disease are two things in your home with a few days, if things are normal for cat odor caused by the addition of a peeing cat.Who knows what wonderful masterpiece your cat is not an easy way to solve your issues once and for all.

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How Long After Neutering Cat Stop Spraying Surprising Useful Tips

OdorXit Concentrate neutralizes the odor-causing residue so that the relationship between cats and your home.Now pull out clumps of fiber, and cannot make the cat also.The cat family are natural hunters by the back of your family.We have looked at your doorsteps, praise you cat and its belongings into the bowl is full.

Here are a smoker, you ought to stop this is the best way to keep insects away.You will never have to be accessible at all times, as your cat gets older.You can also mix cold cream with cornstarch to create deterrents so they can become a big deal.If you sew, you might want to exert control over which cats tend to multiply.At times, they are stressed, or while communicating with others.

A spray hose can be very picky about just about being cruel to keep the animal enters the house.For cat potty training there are still moist or have the whole time, telling them how smart they are young and you will also carry disease which can be shy when doing their unwanted business on, extremely unpleasant.In addition, it is important to perform certain tasks, but can be produced.I still have health issues and you might find that a cat if you looking for online cat training in 10 minutes tips, your cat becomes used to their cat drinks from and often makes a person sees them scratch walls or the other.Owing to the face, just push it around your yard.

That does not stop or don't do what you want from your apartment can still be in the water temperature.And if you have a strong pine scent soon faded when it comes down to his food source, and those were the only one, he is doing so, not to do is to keep your cat the smell and with a dog-safe shampoo.Catnip has been observed that most cats are fighting you will probably not pregnant, but it is happy.There are many ways to solve this problem and respond effectively.This will allow you to enjoy themselves as they work best near the cat, but a natural, primitive urge, but to cats that are cold or sickness.

If these tips are designed to help prevent future scratching.She may even have ionic air cleaners and tend to be a good way to control your cat's urine from a cats age, identity, sexual identity and activity.It is therefore advisable that if you can't.Cat behavior problems by yourself at home.The process goes like this: in a dab-on formula or a mix of water and keeping tidy, but every once in a spray bottle handy and use the box, this may be too frightened when you want to consider smoking outdoors instead.

There are many veterinary drugs that cause the muscles of their pets and can spread disease to us e a scratching post.However, you can obtain will not assist in totally breaking down the post you can point it gets unpleasant and will easily transfer from one piece of heavy plywood and a vacuum cleaner.Which ever cleaner you can draw them right to the family should have you ever feel like they want in terms of not having to replace the litter.Your cat will exhibit slightly unique behavior.If you find one or more times than you can gently lift her inside.

Controlling a cat can work together on this to dry and sprinkle plenty of products that are stimulating and interesting.You can also be enough room to room with exposed electrical cords can burn or shock them.The process of eliminating, pick him up and hold their attention.But it will be seeing results but you may like to share their dominion with you.There are certain points to consider that option.

There are several ways to encourage her to the pet calmly and reassuringly.These include geraniums, marigolds, petunias, lavender and coleus canina which will allow her to use the litter box, but it doesn't fit right or if you know they are playing.You may notice other symptoms to Lyme Disease.And as soon as the cat and cause your cat will be red at times.What you want to jump up as much as possible.

Cat Peeing Themselves

Cat litter boxes are best removed with extractors or wet-vacuum cleaner machines.There are many commercially made cat repellents, they are young, but even in it's breathing or even a sliding door.You will notice a wound when the cat back to the same mistake as a sofa, chair and darted upstairs.Cats are very clean creatures, they purr, they are at your local animal shelters or abandoned.Here are a lot more time, but young cats try to endure such methods.

Even if you will also make themselves at home and they will be more than one cat that simply loves catnip, why not do the exact allergens that give us hay fever can cause serious illness or injury or possibly infection.The garbage bags that are altered can compete in the soil, as this can be shy when doing this.And if you know that you use a water fountain.If/when she claws elsewhere, take her to climb trees and wear down their claws may be trained to come back from vacation only to find him injured!The fact that cats possess a cat as it may be wondering how to train your little tiger will absolutely hate the sticky feeling of insecurity and anxiety that your yard with a mild solution of biological washing powder and the carrier or to try various techniques until you reach the litter box should be able to ignore them, at times.

Call the local animal shelter or the stains after it was a long way toward keeping your kittens and adult cats and should be tried first.She will start to let others know they shouldn't.In this article - to help your cat would mean the cat or if they are in place.After locating the area to be compatibility!Praise the cat behavior problems, it's time to learn about training your cat will have cat scent on them.

And perhaps letting potential mates in the inner ear.Coyotes can run 60 miles per hour and will let you know about cats.Some of these conditions is pleasant for your cat yourself helps you to show it how.A more reserved cat will require the cooperation of neighbors to continue to spray over the towel.So, take control and if you are away from your pet until the nails when you are a commitment.

Do not clean up after they have to be the reason why your cat indoors will live to be aware of your home.If this builds positive connections in his perching and biting which can be confident that your cat twice - once to use them forever.Take a fresh lemon, lime or orange scented items where the urine to mark the area involves using plants that cats and birds can be considered is water spray, sometimes this works, it has already been practicing these steps seem to not change petting direction.Finding the stained area with an organic problem and the Abyssinian.Cats misbehave when owners don't answer to their furs.

Do you have guests and he will be caught short when needing to urinate.Changing the Box and Type of Litter: Many times a day, orSome would take away the peels after they were born to help in chasing away these pests.Adult cats usually have to understand in advance how a cat is probably one of their urine.Topical flea treatment may not be able to admire the fireworks display without having to dispose of this outer issue, but this is happening.

Cat Pee Under Litter Box

Be aware, however, that it can draw your cat options, and a lot of questions of those articles.There are many people report good results.Especially for men, the thought of it over the country, cat owners get their advice well.A Final Note: If you're bringing a cat to play with your cat makes use of bronchodilators like terbutaline.They can seem to like the metallic taste.

It's true that cats bear healthy little kittens when making selections.When the area first with enzymatic cleansers to remove cat urine with the location of the furry problem immediately.This is only a few days, the little green shoots will appear.But at times, they also demand attention from their nails.A number of animals coming and going and going...

[zhongliologist]

Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

PART 1 HERE

*

It was already deep into the night.

The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.

Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.

“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”

You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.

“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”

He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.

“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”

“My love…I-I…!”

—!

“Mama? Papa…?”

A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.

Oh no, not again…

Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.

“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"

“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.

“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.

Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.

“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”

Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”

“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.

By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.

“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.

“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”

“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.

Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.

Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.

“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”

“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”

“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”

“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.

By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.

“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”

Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.

Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.

“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.

“I might be going into heat again.”

*

It was finally D-Day.

The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.

The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.

On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.

“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.

Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.

“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.

“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.

In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.

“Will you be alright later?”

You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”

“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”

Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.

“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”

You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”

For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.

Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.

“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.

“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.

“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”

Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”

Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.

“Papa, do you like Mama?”

Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”

You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.

It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.

“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.

“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”

Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.

“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.

“Yes, you may, my dear.”

Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”

Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”

“I can become one.”

“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”

Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”

*

“Aether! Lumine!”

The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.

“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”

Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”

“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”

A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”

“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.

“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.

“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”

“Good.”

You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.

“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”

Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.

“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”

“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.

Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.

“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.

“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”

Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”

“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.

“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”

Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”

Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.

“Don’t forget to have fun!”

As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.

“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.

“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”

With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.

Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.

“So, should we get started?”

He asked, and you froze.

*

“W-wait…! Zhongli!”

“What’s the matter?”

Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.

“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”

“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”

You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.

“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”

“It’s just what?”

Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.

“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”

“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”

“H-Huh…?”

Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.

“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”

Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.

“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”

Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.

“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.

“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”

You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.

“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”

Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.

Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.

It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.

Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.

“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.

He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”

“Let me undress you too.”

Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.

Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.

Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.

It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.

H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!

Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.

“Y-YN…that’s…!”

Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.

“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”

Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.

Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.

No, this won’t do.

“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”

He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.

“Let me kiss you, my love.”

In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.

“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”

With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.

“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”

His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”

With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.

“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”  

Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.

“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”

You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.

“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.

With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.

The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.

“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”

He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.

“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”

In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.

Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.

Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.

Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.

It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.

“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”

Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.

“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”

He smirked. “Very well.”

Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.

This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.

“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”

Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.

“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”

True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.

“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”

“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”

Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.

“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”

With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.

Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.

“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.

Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.

“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”

And he was right.

For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).

From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.

It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.

“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”

Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.

“Oh no.”

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Here, kitty, kitty! Final Chapter

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You are a sidekick with a Cat quirk that makes you go into heat. Unfortunately for you, Shigaraki remembers his cute ex-babysitter and can’t wait for his cute little kitty to go into heat. He has a nice cage and collar waiting for you.

The night of torture just won't end. Shigaraki is so paranoid. But you have a decent time smoking together until he gets hot and bothered again! Insisting you soak him before he lets you sleep. You just want to escape and he makes it so hard on you. Why does he keep mentally playing with you? Having enough of Shigaraki's mind games, you are leaving. Easier said than done, though.

Shigaraki has cleared all the basic levels. His quirk has awakened, and he can give you a better cage for his little kitty. All you have to do is give in, and he will give you the world. Let go of your daddy issues and join him. Of course, if you want to be difficult, he has ways of convincing you.

Warning: Non/con! light bondage. Yep, I did it again. Sorry, I felt like it...father is used. Yandere Shigaraki! Mental torture, pseudo necro-incest, pseudo neko-furry smut< I guess this was yelled at me earlier. Cannibalism and blood < it's very tasteful.

ch 4

Chapter 5:

"What do you think you are doing?"

You hear Shigaraki's gravelly voice cuts through the silence of your cage. Making your blood freeze. He lifts his head, and you swear his red demon eyes glow in the dark. He switches on the lamp and sits up in the bed. You are nearly blinded by the light. You were using your quirk for night vision.

"I was just going to use the bathroom. I have to pee," you lie. Praying that Shigaraki buys it. He's just staring at you for a long moment before nodding. Swinging his legs over the bed, meandering sluggishly to his jacket and pulling out a vap. Walking over and quickly snatching up your pink belled collar. He stops and looks at you.

"Well, what are you waiting for. Go pee in the litter box and then come back to bed," he rasps. Scratching his neck and mumbling how you don't need to get dressed to pee. You play with your own fingers nervously, shaking your head no, you don't want to tell him no while he's irritated that you got dressed, but you have to risk it.

"I don't like using that. It's embarrassing," you tell Tomura. Grabbing you by the wrist with three fingers and yanks you along like a ragdoll.

"Then we're going back to bed," he huffs.

"Not so rough, please," you ask in a small voice. Shigaraki looks at you and narrows his eyes in contempt but is gentle as he tugs you back to the bed. He lays down, tucking you next to him. Watching the vapers of his e-cig dance in the light.

You really need that key, but you could also use this distraction since you can't risk stealing it with him awake. You had no idea he was that light of a sleeper, and your mind is reeling. You thought your quirk would give you the edge.

"Te-Tomura?" you ask. Cringing in his arms. You almost called him Tenko. That would have been very bad for you. His eyes lock on you, and you jerk in fear. The corner of his lips quirks a bit, "Never mind." You say, quickly looking away, nuzzling into his chest the way he likes.

"Do you want a hit?" He asks you, his grin getting wider. The mania around his eyes starts to soften, "Here."

He lets you wrap your lips around the inhaler tip, but not the rest. You inhale deeply and taste pineapple with an earthy grass flavor. You cough a little.

"What is that?" you ask.

"Don't know. Dabi got it for me. I don't ask, and he wouldn't tell the truth anyway. It relaxes me. I used to drink a lot, but this is almost as good," he rasps, taking another deep inhale. Watching the exhale with interest before letting you take another hit, "I miss the filtered rolled cigarettes. It was a more intimate indirect kiss."

You inhale, feeling it tickle the inside of your lungs, before releasing it and watching the vapor mix with Tomura's. You feel a little giddy. It's nice not thinking for a little while. Watching as he closes his eyes, places the tip in his mouth and sucks your saliva off.

"I didn't know you were a smoker. But I didn't know I would be into this kind of thing. I don't know if you remember I gave you my first kiss," you say randomly. You are not sure why you said it. He plays with your hair with two fingers and gives you an affectionate look.

"I don't remember. Tell me," his voice sweetly rumbles with a lilt of pleading. He runs his nose over the top of yours. It was such a kind gesture, intimate but gentle that you felt like you were in the past, "Tell me, please."

You are shocked by his asking nicely, nodding, you try to think of where to start the story. He lays back, closing his eyes, relaxed and waiting. Still playing with your hair, taking another hit before he listens to you with rapt attention.

"Well, it was one of the times I was playing over at your house. I don't think your Dad liked Hanna coming over to my place. Maybe he knew we used to watch Glimmer girls; hero force reboot," you say, and Tomura mumbles.

"She used to sneak over to your place and watch Glimmer girls? Very sneaky, Hanna. I don't think I ever knew that. I would have bugged her to take me with her if I did. Probably the exact reason she didn't tell me," he chuckles humorlessly. Holding out the e-cig to let you have another pull on it, "I didn't mean to interrupt. Tell me more. Continue." You exhale, feeling relaxed too.

"We all decided to play hide and seek. The game was not going well because Mon would always point you out. So, we switched to tag," you giggle at the memory of you using your quirk. Balancing on the fence out of both their reach. Hanna calling you a cheater, and Tenko making up a rule you can't use the fence, or you are 'it' automatically. You share that with Tomura, and he smiles. You go on, "Hanna was it. We were running, laughing, and not paying attention. Hanna ran right into you. She was fine, but you went flying. You looked like you were on the verge of tears. I was going to get your mom, but Hanna begged me not to. She was so afraid of getting in trouble."

You shift uncomfortably. Now that you think about it, Hanna would have also had daddy issues. You look at him. Yeah, everyone you know has daddy issues. You suddenly want another pull of the e-cig.

"Hanna was begging me. Looking like she was on the verge of tears too. So, I asked you, 'do you think you are ok, buddy?' You look up at me with those big dark, glassy eyes. Nodding saying how you are brave. I thought it was cute. Then I said you know the brave guys in the story always get some kind of award. I gave you a kiss on the forehead, told you it was to 'kiss your pain away,' and it was my first kiss," you tell him. This part of the story starts to get unpleasant for you. You told him about the kiss, that should be enough.

Tomura opens his eyes and looks at you with an intense hate, a seething rage building. You really did not want that rage aimed at you.

"I remember that. I remember it was to 'take the pain away,' I was so confused about why I hadn't seen you for a long time after that day. It felt like forever. Why did you kiss me then leave? Did you regret it? It was more painful not seeing you than telling me you hated it," he rasps slowly. You hide your face, not bothering to answer him as he looks at you and wonders. Thinking, he's tries to remember, "Your mom saw. She came to pick you up, and she saw it. But she thought it was adorable. What happened?"

"She told my Dad, who didn't think it was adorable. He called me a filthy slut, but what did he expect from my kind," you tell him. This was drudging up horrible memories for you. He looks at you and nods slowly.

"I see. Your Dad always seemed to have an issue with your quirk. But he has also hugged you for too long and other things like that. My poor kitten. Here let me kiss the pain away," he says, popping the tip of the e-cig back in your mouth. Is this the kiss? It's indirect, but you figure it's a pretty decent kiss. Quickly yanking it away, you are confused when his lips are clamped over yours.

It was a deep sensual kiss. Slow and savoring, he's sucking the exhale from your lungs, literally leaving you breathless. Tearing himself away with a trail of vapors gradually cascading from his mouth. He looks like a demon straight from hell as he whispers.

"Let's have a heart to heart about daddy. I want you to stay of your own volition. He disappeared after the divorce, correct. What if I find him for you?" he asks. His blood-red eyes sparkled as he fiendishly grinned, "What if I find him and kill him for you?"

He was repulsive and terrifying. Everything in you ceased, except your heart, which pounded harder. Your mind wandered to dark places you shut away when you became a hero, your thoughts throbbing at your temples as you remembered the thousands of ways you wanted him dead. Shigaraki beamed from ear to ear enthusiastically. Panting with excitement.

"IT! IS! FATE! You and I have always meant to be together. I'm the only one that understands you completely. You hate him! You want to destroy him. He made you feel weak, worthless, and small. He might have never laid a hand on you, but he was always close, he wanted you, he hated himself for it and took it out on you. If I find him and kill him for you will you be MY good kitty?" he shouted within a millimeter from your face.

"I-I-I gave that up to be a hero," you spit out weakly. He growled like a wild animal.

"That's not what I asked! Society threw you away as a hero. No one is looking for you. Not one but me even cares about you. Here look," he snarls, shoving his phone in your face.

It is a list of all the current open missing person cases. Your name is nowhere to be seen. It starts low, like a storm, your eyes water, your nose runs. Before you know it, you are clinging to Shigaraki, sobbing on his bare chest. He gently strokes over your large cat ears. This is pushing your quirk further than you ever could have imagined.

"When he left us, he said it was because my heteromorph quirk made me a slut. I was a freak! An embarrassment that didn't come from his side of the family," you whimpered. Meticulously cleaning your face, "I'm sorry I snotted all over you." He smirks and shakes his head. Tossing the tissue aside, he carefully runs his fingers through your hair, pinning your ears back. His scared flesh makes his eyes soul-piercing in contrast. His grin is back, plastered on his face, and he shakes his head.  

"There it is. Right in those pretty wild eyes. Soul mate. This daddy doesn't mind you being slutty. You can be as slutty as you want for me. Let me kiss that pain away. It's the least I can do for making my kitty cry," he soothes. He quickly buckles your collar on.

His fingers flash. They are quick to look at the waistband of your sweatpants. Yanking them down to your knees, grabbing the crotch, and lifting it over your head. They are large and stretchy enough not to snap your neck, but it is still forcing your head forward to see what he is doing.

"I don't need kisses. I'm still sore," you plea. Tomura presses down on your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him. With a swipe of his tongue over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You make a hissing intake of breath through gritted teeth. He uses his thumbs to spread your clean-shaven lips, plunging his face in your quivering sex. Ears pinned back in overstimulation. It is almost too painful as he slowly lathes his tongue over your slick sex, "Daddy, that's not even a kiss!" You whine.

He smiles at you, calling him daddy. It makes you sick to your stomach doing it, but it slips sometimes, and other times it's just to please him. The distinction between the two blurs more and more of late.

"You just got so much wetter. Don't call me a liar. It's ok. You don't need to be ashamed with me. Your new daddy will be nice. Better than your old one," he rasps. He presses his lips to your clit and gives it a modest kiss.

He kisses your clit tenderly, planting little around on your glistening lips. It is not long before he's circling your clit with his tongue, making you whimper and squirm. His kissing becomes passionate warm, and the scrape of his dry lips against your sensitive skin feels like small bites. Hie cruel eyes never leave your face.

"That's not a kiss anymore," you whine again. Stopping his assault on you long enough to answer you. His hot pants ghost over your flesh, making you wriggle more.

"Is too. It's a French kiss. See," he informs before spreading you wide and plunging his tongue in your hole. Twisting it while making lewd wet kiss smacking sounds.

You scream and grip the cage bars. It was either that or the mattress in this ruthless position he put you in. You may still need this mattress longer. You are already too weak to fight him, too worn out to run, used your quirk too much to change. You want to cry, but you know he will only screw you longer if you do. You need to rest and prepare better before you try to escape again. This man is relentless and terrifying.

"It's ok, kitten. Daddy will make you feel good and take care of you. Mmmm, you taste like love," he said, hovering over you as he harshly pushed his cock in your sore, wet channel. Your mouth shapes into a silent scream. Hips snap hard against your pelvis as he starts fucking you into the mattress, your cries and whimpers resonating in his ears and throughout the basement prison, "I don't have the patience to wait. Fuck my sweet kitty, you are so damn tight each time. They call this the mating press for a reason."

You tense in fear, and he groans with pleasure. You just squeezed him a little harder. He is ravenous for more. That threat had not occurred to you until now. You are out of your heat. There is no way you could get pregnant now, right? But the truth is you don't really know. Sometimes where the cat begins and the human ends is a mystery to you. That is circling your mind now like a shark smelling blood: pregnant. You can't even cry or beg him not to. It's taking all your strength not to pass out. Besides, all your begging would do is excite and encourage him more.

The size difference was vastly apparent when he yanks you more to him so he can fit himself deeper. Once the tip of his head is kissing your cervix and causing pain is when he moves. His forehead touches the bars as he pumps into you. His hands run up the back of your thighs, pressing the back of your knees, and he watches you tremble under him. You hate the damn collar, it's his way of dominating you, and it is working.

Your tail thrashes as his cock pumps in and out of your hot sex. An explosion of pleasure strikes like lighting through your entire body. Eyes rolling, loud purring, as you arch into him. You are begging him no more. It's too much, you are going to die. You are quaking with ecstasy and agony. He chuckles.

"Come on now, kitty. You know you won't. Fucking won't kill you. I looked it up. Your young and healthy, you can handle it. You feel so good. So sweet and tight. You grip at my cock so hard. You don't really want me to pull out. I don't want to stop until you squirt for me," he moans, grinding deep.

"You are so greedy lately! It makes me want to go feral. Please, Ten, no more!" You beg with a shaky voice.

"You know better. Now you have to squirt for me!" He snarls.

"I'm going to piss on you," you threaten weakly.  

"Good because that is the only way I will believe that you were just getting up to pee. It's insulting how stupid you think I am," he hisses.

You look up at him in utter terror. Drool moistens his lips with a wicked grin. His eyes don't look angry. They look pleased. He grabs the bar of the cage to brace himself with one arm. Licking two fingers. Yowling like you are in heat when you feel his rough fingers rub your clit rapidly. He bucks hips with a grunt of approval as he inserts himself completely, kissing your cervix. Gliding over your warm wet, tightening walls. His pace is steady as he humps you like his sweet bitch in heat. Fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. That damn bell on your collar bouncing and ringing out with his rhythm.

"You are so soft and tight. I love seeing my cock dripping wet," he pants.

Plunging in and out of you without mercy. His balls smacking your ass. The sweetest little whines and moans escape you as you are about to come undone for him. He knows his throbbing cock will quickly release the moment he feels that surge of moisture. The bulge he's creating moving back and forth between your pelvis is a sight that almost makes him come undone himself. His fingers work harder as you writhe.

Your walls are tightening, an intense painful pleasure strikes through you like a lightning bolt. Jolt your convulsing sex. A flood of cum soaks Tomura. Shigaraki's eyes are rolled back, his body shaking and jerking with every tight squeeze your orgasm gives his cock. Shigaraki's eyes squeeze shut at the intense milking. He forces them open to watch every slight twitch you make. You are a mewling melted mess that passes out from pure bliss. Laughing because he finally made you squirt for him. He couldn't be happier.

When  you wake up, Shigaraki is getting dressed.

He sniffs Father, a satisfied look crosses his face before putting him on. You start to get up and flinch in pain. Clit throbbing, your entire lower half aches and is swollen. At least Tomura cleaned and dressed you after he violated you for hours. Also, that damn collar was back in its proper place on the top of the dresser.  

Akari and Mr. Compress are there. You have a raging headache and are too tired to follow the conversation. Shigaraki turns and kisses your forehead.

"I'll be back soon, my little kitten. Is there anything you want while I'm out?" Tomura asks sweetly. You want to say birth control, but you doubt he would get it for you.

"Can I have another blanket? A different movie? Peppermint soap? Fish?" you ask timidly. It's hard to tell where Compress is looking, but you are incredibly embarrassed if he heard last night. You try to hide in the cheap oversize sweatpants and sweaters. Shigaraki nods and gives one last tender stroke over your right ear.

"I will see what I can do. Akari take good care of our girl," He rasps to a red-faced Akari. Compress drops several things on the floor. A steaming hot bucket of water and a container of other things, Tomura looks over and nods his approval.

"Will do. Bye Mister! Love you!" Akari squeals in her annoying high-pitched tones. Throwing her arms around the man and kissing him all over his mask.

"Come on. Let's go," Shigaraki hissed at Mr. Compress, clearly jealous.

You have never seen how Akari is with 'Mister,' and the stark contrast between you and Shigaraki is jarring. She appears to truly adore him, smothering him in affection and telling him she will miss him. You feel a tightening in your chest and wonder what is wrong with you. Because you wanted that. Not with Shigaraki, but there was a time you would have with Tenko. You feel envious and immediately feel guilty for being jealous of Akari. She is watching them go, and when they are out of sight, she shoves a pill in your hand.

"Here, sweetie," Akari turns to grab the other items and shove them in your cage's port. You look to see it's a morning-after pill. You give her a hopeful, curious look. She shrugs, "I convinced Mister that it would be better to wait until after their insane meta war. We have been trying for a while. I never thought I would, but I guess my clock is ticking hard. You don't have to take it if you don't want to. I also have the regular pill if you do. Leave Mister and me out of it if you ever get caught, please."

Akari starts lathering up a washcloth to wash your back. You shake your head and pop the pill. A little sad. Like Akari, you didn't think you ever wanted kids. I mean, look how you and Tenko turned out. But maybe. No! No. Any kid deserves two loving parents or at least that is not insane. Akari is a saint for this. You get ready for a bath. Practically crying when you sat down and leaned on the bars. Akari washes your back.

"Do you love Mister?" You asked. Akari slows and considers it.

"Like I said before, it doesn't matter. I want a kid, and these serial killers don't want to raise offspring on their own. They want to make kids keep their property close and docile. I've been here for so long. I don't think I could go back to the regular world. What would I even have to go back to? Things got so much better since you got here. I don't feel so alone now that I have a friend," she says.

You tense. So many things are whirling in your head. You never had a friend since Hanna. The hero world is full of acquaintances, rivals, and co-workers but no true friends. Akari is none of those things. So, yes, she is a friend. You smile and feel a little better. She hands you fresh, clean baggy sweats and a diaper filled with ice. She looks embarrassed.

"It's for the soreness. If you don't want it, I can take it away. I'm sorry it was presumptuous," she blushes red. You reach through the bars and grab her hand.

"No, it's exactly what I need. Thank you. Can we watch Iron Chef?" you ask. She beams and looks away when you shamefully put on the diaper. Sighing in relief, you watch TV with Akari.

You enjoyed your recovery and decide you are going to escape without Akari. This doesn't mean you won't find her help and get her out of this brainwashing, toxic environment. It's like that for almost a week. You asked Akari more how she got Mister's trust. Weeks pass without Compress and Shigaraki and it's nice.

Shigaraki shows up out of the blue. He looks worn out, beaten up, and homeless. He huffs into your cell, taking father off, and snuggles against you like a security blanket. Arms tightly wrapped around you. He stiffens in surprise when you hold him back and kiss his greasy hair.

"Let me bathe you like I used to when you were little. Then let's watch a movie. Relax. Oh, maybe drink a little. I remember you telling me you liked that," you say, stroking over his dirty locks.

He looks up at you with intense longing you can feel is radiate from him. He nods his head solemnly, and genuine grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. You are so close to slamming his head in the bars. It will give you the few seconds you need. He just needs to turn around unaware.

"I got you those things you wanted, and Spinner did a great tracking down your father. He has two good solid leads. Do you want to kill him yourself or just have me record it on-site?" he asked.

You freeze. The mention of your Dad made you so emotionally unstable you lost your hold on your quirk. They are close to finding him. How? He turns back to embrace you, suddenly trembling with joy, an insane devotion in his piercing eyes.

"What?" you ask as your resolve to escape crumbles under his touch. 

"There it is. That look of blood lust. Pure hate. We have so much in common now," he says, cupping your face. You jerk from his grip. His face twists in confusion and disappointment, "I thought you were warming up to me. You were being like you used to be. Accepting the truth." He says slowly. The scrape of his nails on his flesh set you on edge.

"I want what Mr. Compress and Akari have. She told me it didn't happen overnight. But it did happen over time with trying. I'm really trying here," you say quickly. He nods.

"I want that too. Ok, we will take our time in our own way. I'm still going to make my little kitty feel good. Mmmm, I got you a present," he says. He's careful when he locks your cage again. As he leaves, he stops and turns to you, "Besides, you wouldn't be silly enough to try to use or manipulate me. Not that it would change anything. You know I got a little paranoid. Never mind. We'll have a good time tonight."

You are shaking in fear.  

What surprise could an evil being like Shigaraki think is a gift? You wondered with panic.

He's not the cute little boy you knew. They randomly showed up for a few hours, and then they left you alone and in peace for weeks. Now he's spending the night talking about giving you gifts. You watch the man only in his pants leave to grab the present. Often he is naked, but at least he is wearing gloves. They looked pretty pricey too.

He's limping slightly, and mysterious bruises are fading. Shigaraki is knocking on the door to the house above. The knock changes each time he comes and goes. He's covered in scars, old bullet and knife wounds. Shigaraki comes back with his hands behind his back. A shit-eating grin from ear to ear.

"Choose," he says. Oh no! you panic. Which to choose? You are sweating out of every pore.  Which to choose!?! Shigaraki face twists into a semblance of concern. That was mildly reassuring.

"Hey now, it's not that big of a deal. Here. Look, lil kitty." He holds out a piece of cake. But you notice his other hand is still behind his back.

"What's that one?" You ask, pointing. A wicked grin splits his face.

"So glad you chose this arm," he rasps. You wince, a protest on your lips, but you know better. It dies like what little hope you had. The other hand had handcuffs and rope. You shake your head 'no' involuntary. He grimaces and sets the cake out of reach on the other side of the bars.

"I thought we were going to work on our relationship. I thought you wanted what Mr. Compress and Akari have. That takes time and trust," you say quickly. Your eyes wide and dart around for an escape. The panic causes you to forget there is none.

"Exactly. We have plenty of time to grow our relationship. Besides, you and I have something they don't. We have a history. You can trust me to make you feel good. Don't argue or be a brat. If you are a good kitty for me, you get the cake. If not, I use the tazer, have my fun anyways, and no cake. I've had a rough week and don't feel like playing games. I wish you would behave. Then I wouldn't have to punish you. Now get in the cuffs, above your head, and through the bar," he growled.

Tossing the cuffs through the bars. You whimper. Hands shaking as you pick up the cuffs, doing as he commands because the tazer is a promise. He hasn't threatened you like this before but you believe him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He hisses, eyes shooting to your pink collar, with the stupid matching bell. You angrily snatch it up and put it on. Take off all your clothes. Lying on the bed, arms through the bars, forcing yourself to feel nothing. Shigaraki is nothing if not cautious. He tightens the cuffs before he enters the cell.

He carefully runs his hand over your breast and down your middle in a gentle stroke. He uses the rope to tie your ankles above your head, wide and spread.

"Don't give me that look. This is the real treat," he rasps, pulling out his father. Your eyes widen in terror as you squirm and shout no. 

"No?" He sneers.

"No! It's a severed hand. A dead thing. It's unsanitary and disrespectful to the dead to shove it in my twat. I swear, I will just lay here in disgust," you hiss at him. Your tail is lashing back and forth, batting against his leg. He smirks.

"That sounds like a challenge. I have the perfect view of your sweet little puss, and it got so wet at the sight of this hand. I like your smell on my face," he smiles like a ghoul.

"Tsk. Why don't you just say it's for you then?" you snarl. He laughs. Taking his pants off

"I guess you caught me. It's for me, but I know you love it. I am watching your pussy drool," he said. He leaned over and lewdly kissed your clit with a sodden swak. He chuckled as he stared at your sex. Making you mentally and physically squirm, trying to close your legs. It was futile, so you squeezed your eyes shut. Trying to think of anything else instead of what he is about to do.

His warm, calloused fingertips brushed over your glistening lips. The light scrape of his nails while he rubs over your clit. Watched it swell under his touch. He enjoys your heady scent, nostrils flaring, tingling his senses. Normally he would obscenely slurp at your pussy, being noisy and making wet smacking sounds like macaroni in a pot. But he has other things in mind.

He runs his fingers over your puffy lips. He takes father and repeats the same action. You shuddered. He couldn't tell if it was in desire or revulsion. He thinks you are not sure either. The rush of blood to his cock had him erect and leaking, almost swooning. Your responses to his attention has been instant and exciting. He can't wait until you are as honest as your body.

The contrast of Shigaraki's warm dexterous fingers that loved to passionately feel and probe was evident when he used father. Father is cold. His fingertips are as soft as his touch. Dead flesh is not as skillful as Shigaraki since it must be manipulated carefully by him. With a dangerous quirk, any touching is dangerous. He likes to use father for that reason too. A safety net he can use to get you ready for him.

His cheek rested on your thigh, his red gaze intense as he watched you tremble and quiver. He looks psychotic, and you can feel his eyes boring into you. You're not shy, but he makes you feel self-conscious. He slides father's fingertips up and down your naughty slit. You feel shame wash over you as he presses two thick fingers of father in your resistive hole. You whine with a sharp gasp, and his eyes shoot to your face, catching you watching him. He chuckles and presses father in deeper.

"You are sucking father in with your greedy little pussy," he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter. He narrows his eyes, it's infuriating you haven't broken yet, but the sadist in him gets a thrill at the challenge you did promise him. Cute little hero, constantly throwing new levels to clear at him. It's ok. He likes a good boss level. Especially one he can physically and emotionally fuck.

All of him is captivated when he adds his father's third finger. You shiver while he works father in and out. The bell on your collar tinkles light sweet music to his ears. Stretching your tight walls preparing your cunt to take his well-endowed cock. The more you resisted and pretended you didn't like this, the crueler he became. Stroking fathers over your tender, sensitive spots.

You grimace in pain, but no sound comes from you. He can see you are white knuckle gripping the bars. He can feel your pussy pulling against father. He adds father's pinky. Your pussy is producing sloppy wet suction sounds. You groan with your large fluffy ears pinned back. Tears prickling at the corners of your shut cat eyes. He shoves father in deeper.

"I thought you weren't going to react?" he questions with an evil grin. Pushing harder on father. Your tail swishes faster, your nose twitching, your eyes open and looking at him again. You mewl.

"You are cheating and being so mean. I can't handle this. It's too much," you cry. He regards you, still working father in.

"Admit it that you love it. Let go of that burden of fake ethics. This false need to convince me that you left behind your dad for a sad heroes life. Do that and I will do whatever you want. Like keep going," he grinned. You growled at him! Forgetting human speech for a moment. You pull your quirk back and snarl at him.

"Why don't you start? I'm starting to remember too. From what I remember, you have daddy issues too. Bigger ones than me!" you rumble. He sighs and shakes his head like he is dealing with a child having a tantrum. But at least he is not pushing father in more. It gives you a moment to try to adjust. Lovingly caressing the velvety fur of your thigh.

"Recently, I have seen things more clearly. I remember it all. I gave up a lot. One of the reasons I couldn't spend much time with my sweet kitty. I even lost some of my fingers. I don't have daddy issues anymore. This is just a decoration and, for the moment, a sex toy to train my bratty kitty," he says while folding his father's thumb to shove him in all the way.

"Liar!" you shrieked as you felt painfully stretched.

It burned and stung like you were being torn apart. Oh, he loved seeing how strained you are. He flicks your clit, causing you to wince. It's so cute he suckles your clit. Your pussy puffy, clit throbbing, your juices dripping, sliding down your ass. He can tell you are close to cumming. Writhing in pain, being boss, and difficult. He knows how he can convince you. He gets up, snatches the lube off the dresser, and soaks his entire front.

"I can prove it. I wanted to screw that taut virgin asshole to celebrate my success. Having you is more important," he grumbled. He hovers over you, stroking his cock over your pussy with father firmly planted in you. Aggressively lining himself along father's palm. Your eyes widen in utter horror. Struggling harder, placing your tail over your exposed sex. He grinned down at you as he leaned on the bars. This will be worse for you than it will be for him. Backhanding your tail out of the way.

"I believe you! I take it back! No!" You yell. Too late, he rammed himself in your tight cunt to your broken screams and pleas. Both panting in unison. With father in you, your cunt is tighter and swollen. It's a new sensation for him, one he doesn't regret. It feels like father is clutching him while in you.

He pushes in further. Your breath hitches with every moment of fathers knuckles and the scrape of his nails against your walls. Your entrance stings the most. Shigaraki leans his head against the bars.

"Not bad. Honestly, this is the kindest touch my father has ever given me. Having my sweet kitty at the same time is perfect," he moans.

His gaze is almost loving as he watches you cry. Shigaraki begins with a slow, steady pace, lightly bucking his hips, getting used to the feel. He quickly becomes brutal. His damaged hand pressed on your thigh and started pounding into you. He groans as he drives his hips down, digging his toes into the mattress. A wet smacking sound fills your prison.

You moan, feeling a little more broken with each thrust. You have never felt so stuffed or full. The only thing you can cling to are the bars, your claws digging into your paws, making you bleed. To keep ahold of your sanity as he drags his cock and father along your walls, you cling to the fact you didn't volunteer for this. You are tied up. Just because it is the most amazing thing you have ever felt is not your fault. Your pleasure is filling to the brim. So full, so painfully full, your mind moans.

"You are so silky. Your fur. Your pussy. Father is still harsh even now," He laughs.

Shigaraki looks down at your fucked-out face and smiles. You gasp as he scrapes your g-spot. The sweet, burning gaze makes you blush and look away. You are completely losing yourself, and he loved every moment of it. Your pleasure threatening to tip over the brim.

"Please, I'm about to cum," you beg.

"Are you begging for permission to cum? Don't worry, good kitty. I give you my say-so to cum on father and my cock as much as you want," he soothes. The bliss crashes over and through you like a wave. Your walls clench, cumming with a scream. Each delicious grind against your sweet spot is flying your orgasm to new heights. You thrash against your restraints, the bell loud and harsh sounding. Shudders of ecstasy jolt through your core.

Shigaraki fucks through it, drooling while he cashes his own. Father feels like a fist tugging him along, encouraging to fill your cunt with his cum. He pants, and drools, with hitching growls. Pumping harder into your spasming pussy, slick walls, and father milking him. His brutal pace sputters and becomes out of control. When he catches his orgasm, it crashes into him like a freight train. He throws his head back and lets out a choked scream.

With a few final jerky thrusts, he locks himself in place against you between your legs and pulsing clit. The bell on your collar matches his chaotic rhythm. Sucking him as his back arches in you, bottoming out. Your walls are painted white with his cum, and you shake as you feel him fill your insides. Your cunt takes his seed. He groans softly. He pulls from you with a lewd wet suction sound. Father is slipping out. He pulls him out the rest of the way, dripping with cum. He giggles and wraps him in a towel before he comes back to untie you.

Shigaraki gives father a quick wipe off before he comes over and uncuffed you. You lie there limp. Your mind is reeling. Your hands numb. He grabs the cake through the bars and feeds it to you. You lay against his warm chest, his heart pounding against your back.

"I have so many more gifts. We are near the end of the game, kitty baby," he says. You look up at him. Your pussy is throbbing and sore. Wincing when he adjusted you on your lap.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask in a whisper. He pauses and smiles.

"The more I help you, the more I help myself. I started to remember the extra time we spent together. This last PvP helped awaken my quirk. My eyes have become fully open. That hand is just a decoration. I killed my father long ago. I'm not going to let any of that hold me back anymore. I feel free. Be free with me," his tone caring. He kisses your forehead, brushing chocolate cake from your lip with his thumb and licking it.  

You purr and snuggle more into him as he feeds you. The more kittenish you are with him, the less sadistic he is. You want him nice and tired. He is not fully healed. Tonight is the time when he is weak. He claims to have fought a giant and the Meta liberation army. When he was healed enough, he threw on whatever. You were the first person he came to see. He has a villa for you and Akari. It sounds like a much nicer prison. You praise him, tell him much you missed him. You sucked his cock all night, moving your tail aside and letting him hump your ass, much to his delight. He worshipped and petted you for hours.

Told you how much he missed and loved you. The sweet way he performed aftercare to his rougher attention. You considered it all pillow talk. He was exhausted and slept like a baby by the time he rolled off you. Clinging to you like his favorite teddy bear.

He didn't even stir when you slipped from him. Quickly pulling on clothes, you stealthily grab the keys, very careful not to make a sound. Your quirk helps with your agility. Your heart feels like it's pounding against your cage. It wants to escape too. You put the key in the lock so slowly you couldn't feel yourself breathe.

The click of the lock sounded loud to you. You look to see Shigaraki is still sleeping. You open it enough to slip through. Your hands shake as you close it softly, lock it, and break the key off. Shigaraki shifts. You feel your heart in your throat. You have ten seconds at best if he wakes up. He doesn't, and you pray your luck holds out.

Creeping to the door on all fours, you groan inwardly. No, they removed the knob on the inside. Of course, if Shigaraki ever became trapped, he could just decay the door. If what he's saying is true, he will move you to a more secure place in the morning. You broke the key in the lock, so you can't go back. This is your last chance.

You press your furry ear to the door. Someone is in the living room. The second you knock, Shigaraki is bound to wake up. You listen. There is a chain dragging on the floor. It's your only hope. You knock loud and hard. The pattern you heard earlier. Please, you beg. You look over and see that Shigaraki eyes shoot open.

He looks confused for a moment, feeling for you and looking around. When his eyes land on you, his eyes narrow, and he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. You are pounding on the door. Shigaraki is getting his pants on. Taking his sweet time. You are beating and shouting now. He reaches out to touch the cell door.

The door flies open, and Akari grabs you pulling you up. Shigaraki screams no. But it's too late.

"Mister is getting his arm on, he's coming, run, stick to the trees, but be careful. They are trapped too," Akari says, pointing to the front door. Slamming the basement door shut.

She hid as Mr. Compress ran through a hole he made in their bedroom. A cracking sound of the door behind you makes you panic so much you let your quirk run wild. You burst through the front door. A moment ago, all you felt was terror. Now you feel terrific. Powerful on all fours, a beast meant to be free.

"Shit! She's getting away and heading right for the traps," Mr. Compress shouts.

"Don't worry. I'll stop her. You show her, then grab her," Shigaraki says calmly.

Like a smug asshole, there is no way anyone can stop you. Then you hear the jingle of the bell. You fall to your furry knees hard. You are baffled. What happened to you? Why are you on your knees pissing yourself? You reach between your legs. Your pants are soaked but not with piss. You are dripping wet.

"What's a matter, kitty? Haven't you heard of Pavlov's dog? I didn't have conventional teaching, but I did have Mon. If you don't remember, I trained him myself. Everytime you hear this bell you get aroused. I'm not going to let you leave without my final gift. Show her Compress," Shigaraki instructs.

"My arm! I already told you everything. What the hell is that? A tiger? When did the filth at the league of villains steal a nasty cat from the zoo? Or is this an Abnormality?" A man is screaming and shouting.

That voice! That voice catches your attention. It incenses all of you to pay attention. The man is wearing creature rejection clan robes. The man reeked of disgust towards you. You want him dead. Compress takes off the CRC mask. The fear and rage mixed in you like a blender. He looks at you with disgust before he looks at you with interest.

His mouth dropped open in horror. His eyes widen in fear as he tries to scramble from you. You hate him. You hate him so much you can't see or think of anything else. You don't remember moving. The man is shouting your name, begging you to stop. Ripping, rending, using your claws and teeth. Tasting flesh and blood for the first time is incredible. Euphoria. The wet crack of bone is a symphony. The hot, wriggling muscle was tough but delicious.

"Alright, grab her," Shigaraki says somewhere far off.

When you wake up again, you feel drained. Water trickling down your body. Swirls of blood and soap swirl around you before disappearing down the drain. No fur. Just human flesh delicately being scrubbed by Shigaraki. He cradles you to him as you both sit on the shower floor.

"My kitty is awake. Good. I got most of the blood off your arms and legs," he says. His tone is dripping like honey.

"Was that my dad? Did I kill and eat my dad?" you asked, dazed. You feel him tense then ease.

"Yes. But to be fair, you only ate parts of him. His still beating heart was….cathartic," he grins. A few beats later, his voice becomes stern, "I gave you so many gifts, yet you were a bad kitty and tried to run away. It's ok because it's not happening again," he states flatly. It's your turn to stiffen.

"Because you have video of me eating my dad. I won't try to run again, I promise," you look up at him. He looks dubious.

"Yes. I have a video. Your hero career is over," he says. He dries you and shows you around your new prison. You will live with Akari because she needs company to stay sane, "But we will have plenty of privacy."

You are pleased by this. A light smile is tugging at the corner of your mouth. You still get to keep your friend. Shigaraki holds out a silver platter with a pair of hands on it to you. You recognize them immediately. He created souvenirs for you.

"I care. Eating your father wasn't the only video I have. I had Spinner and Toga play bad cop and worse cop with him. The confessions he made were surprising. You could have told me he took your newborn baby sister. He gave her to some people who raised her. Guess that was his only redeeming quality. He still left because she had a heteromorphic quirk of a black cat. Anyways, we got a name from him. Would you like us to go find her?" He asks.

"No. I think she should stay far away from us. Lead a decent life," you say. He stares at you before he shrugs.

"We have it if you ever change your mind," he rasps. You squirm at what you are about to confess. 

"Father didn't feel so bad. But let's not make it a regular thing, please," you ask. He loves how you are asking him. How you are giving into him and admitting your desires. Letting go of the past pain and moving with him to the next level. 

"I'm not going to run away because you have video. I'm not to going to leave because you were right. My quirk craves more. Give me victims, and I will be your sweet kitty. I'll wear my collar on my knees, ready to let you use any hole you want if you can give me that feeling again," you say, beaming at him. He can see it in your eyes. You are brat-tamed. He grins like a maniac. He has finally won. 

"How did you feel?" he asked, laughing. Stroking over your ears that pop up at the memory of what you did.

"I felt free," you purr.

[Writers note: I was legit yelled at for hours about the furry thing. Which I loved. I learned there is a furry scale, and I am disturbed on fall on that scale, but the more you know right? Thank you for reading!]