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no one should be allowed to look as pretty as you do. to bokuto, you were crafted by the gods, just for him. 

he was so sure that you were made for him, what other reason would there be? he fits perfectly in your tiny hole and you take him so well.

but he can say you’re his all he wants, now all he needs is the physical proof.

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“oh~ you take me so well baby, so-so perfect.” you were so tired. you of all people knew of bokuto s never ending stamina.

but this was just ridiculous, it felt like hours. he had you in the same position for almost the entire time. “bo-bo, please no more, too much, too big.”

he knows, he knows. “just a bit longer baby owl, gonna fill you up real good.”

if it was even possible you pulled your legs closer to your chest as bo moved to make smaller circle around your throbbing clit.

bokuto always looked beautiful to you but these times he look ethereal. sweat dripping down his body, his hair falling down from its gelled state. and a strong arm held onto the bed post for leverage.

like always he thought you looked the most beautiful falling apart around his cock. all fucked out and glazed.

close. so close, “cum, you can do it baby, cum with me please”  you didn’t need to be told as you fell apart for the 6th time that night. as you reached your peak, bokuto filled you with everything he could.

ahhh, thank you so much! i was feeling a bit directionless today, so uh...here everyone, have a little self-indulgent furry addendum to cat scratch fever 🤷‍♀️

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“Are you finished yet?” Ichigo called through the door, kneading the tatami with his paws. “It’s been ten whole minutes. If you got it wrong, it’s okay. I messed it up the first few times too. Do you have cat ears? Please tell me you have cat ears.” 

“Fuck off,” Grimmjow grumbled from inside the room. “I didn’t get it wrong...exactly. Is Kisuke there?” 

“You don’t honestly think I’d miss this, do you?” Urahara said merrily, petting all the way down Ichigo’s back. He’d sort of forced him into the nest between his thighs a while ago, and while Ichigo wasn’t a fan of being that close to Urahara’s dick, he actually gave pretty nice pets. They’d been sitting on the floor in the hallway ever since Grimmjow went inside to transform. Leaning on the wall beside the door, Yoruichi looked offended. 

“What do you want him for? I’m the expert. Let me come in--”

“Don’t come in.” 

Everyone was everywhere, all the time. Inoue gave Ichigo an enormous boost of healing, people he’d never seen before slapped his back, and captain after lieutenant after shinigami give him their heartfelt thanks, like maybe he hadn’t been carried half the way by all his friends. A few enemies, too.

Suddenly reminded, his eyes searched the crowd for a familiar head of wild blue hair. It’d be kind of nice to hear some threats instead of congratulations. That running sternritter guy’s reiatsu had been obliterated at some point, because Ichigo couldn’t feel it anymore—

Ichigo’s eyes met Nel’s across the crowd at the exact moment he realised he couldn’t feel Grimmjow’s reiatsu anywhere.

Had he left? He’d left. He’d gone somewhere. Stretching up to see over the crowd, he mouthed one word to Nel.

Grimmjow?

Nel seemed to open her mouth to speak across the roar of the crowd. Then, slowly, she closed it. As the surge of the crowd ebbed and parted slightly, he saw what was clinging to her leg with fearful, angry eyes.

It was a little boy, glaring at everyone with enormous liquid-black pupils. Not even two feet tall, still soft with baby fat and obviously on the brink of furious tears, a child stared through the milling shinigami and met his eyes. 

A child with a riot of sky blue hair and a delicate ivory jaw mask concealing his cheek. 

Lifting one small fist, he gave Ichigo the bird at an amazing distance. 

Ichigo melted on the spot. 

“I’m keeping him.” 

“What?” Ishida said, distracted by Inoue’s cleavage window. “You’re what?” 

Ichigo ignored him. All he could focus on was the angry little kid no taller than Nel had been in her child form, wearing a torn-apart black jumpsuit top and wrapped in an oversized white jacket. He looked defensive, miserable and likely to spread rabies at a moment’s notice. He was adorable. 

Grimmjow had–somehow, by some miracle–been transformed into a child. 

Seeing Ichigo’s rapt attention, Grimmjow looked up, up, up into Nel’s face and raised his arms plaintively. With some reluctance, she grabbed him under his arms and lifted him onto her hip. Like a sleepy toddler, he tilted his head down until it rested on her plentiful bosom.

Staring evilly at Ichigo the entire time. 

“Little pervert asshole,” Ichigo breathed, delighted.

steve doesn’t know how to knot his tie, lmao. you’d think so because of his parent’s parties and upscale dinners, but billy knows how. he always does it for steve.

when steve is sleepy, buttons are also an impossibility. they don’t line up quite right, and billy’s the one to fix them despite him being the one who literally doesn’t use them.

steve likes making things?? like, homemade gifts or dumb sticky notes filled with love. he’s even slipped in a note or two into billy’s lunch.

politics. well, that’s just not a thing that clicks sometimes, and steve asking billy about the news is a level of vulnerability he hates.

likes it when billy reads to him. hates having to ask even though billy’s never made fun of him for it.

billy literally drawing out new sounds from steve while they’re having sex??? like, steve’s not afraid of being loud, but sometimes he questions where the fuck that noise even came from - billy never laughs about it. that just spurs him on more, actually. the way his eyes darken? steve is f l u s h ed.

“How about both?

Deku uttered, trembling in his spot as both of his arms were currently occupied by two parties. Both of whom were hugging and pressing their sizable chest against the limb in question. One of which was a girl with long blonde hair and a set of piercing red eyes that had nothing but hate towards the other girl latching on to Deku’s other arm. Dual colored red & white long hair, and a pair of heterochromatic blue and silver eyes, that stared back with a surprisingly equal amount of aggression from the normally stoic girl. Both of their quirks going off in a threatening manner. Little explosions dancing in the air, while the air chilled; flames licking about its user’s body. 

When Steve gets back from spring break, his nipples and the pinkish skin of his areola are still incredibly tender.  Walking around at school all day, he’d been squirming and pulling at the loosest damn shirt he could find, tugging it away from his chest and wincing every time he forgot and moved the wrong way.  He’s not sure how Jonathan managed to convince him to get one done– let alone two.  

But he’d wanted to do something, some form or act of rebellion to match Jonathan’s fancy stud in his ear, at one of the least grimy places they could find on the streets of Chicago before the summer heat could genuinely set in, but not one that people could necessarily, well, see. 

Steve may have forgotten to factor in the fact that he has gym until the end of May.

He’s brutally reminded of it by the time class is over.  He’s sweaty, he’s irritated, and his chest hurts like a bitch from the amount of times he got checked during the scrimmage the coach had insisted on, claiming the JV boys only had a couple more months to learn from Indiana’s finest before Steve and the other seniors graduating in the first week of June left them in the dust, and the necessary evil of practicing during gym was just logical considering basketball season was over– the fancy gold trophy sitting in the display case in the hallway attesting to that.  It didn’t matter that Steve had tried to hang back, tried to let the other boys take point, Billy was on him the entire time, like the week away had renewed some animosity that had dwindled in the months between November and spring.  

So when he finally gets to the lockers, the distant thought of not wanting anyone to see or know about the new addition he’d added to his body is gone in favor of getting a long ten minutes under the quaking, needle prick heat of the locker room’s shitty showers.  He strips his shirt over his head on the way through the rows, hissing all the while, and throws it down as Tommy jeers at his back; they’d lost the scrimmage to Billy’s side.  Badly. 

“Eat dick, Tommy.” Steve says, yanking his locker open, shoving his things in there and snagging up his towel and his soap. 

Tommy snorts.  “What crawled up your ass, Stevie?  Spend spring break home alone?” 

Steve ignores him.  Has to, otherwise he’ll start a fight he doesn’t have the energy to finish.  

Doesn’t bother telling him no.  Doesn’t say I went to Chicago with Nancy and Jonathan, like we used to talk about, asshole.  Doesn’t say I had the best time of my life, even if I made a stupid, ridiculous mistake while I was there. 

He supposes, at least, the piercings are better than a tattoo.  That had been his other option. 

He ends up the first in the showers, the first under the spray, the water hot and heavy on his head and his shoulders as he dips his head under it.  The pipes groan and sputter a bit, and the water comes down harsh, but the muscles in Steve’s back go lax.  

Halfway through washing his hair, he finally opens his eyes.  A few of the guys have already come and gone, rinsed off and took off, but there are a few lingering.  Billy Hargrove included.  

And he’s staring right at Steve.  Jaw tight, eyes burning, gaze dropped to Steve’s chest.  

Steve’s half expecting some ridiculous comment.  Maybe the word fag to echo around and off the tile walls.  It never does. 

“When’d you get that done?” Billy asks, instead, standing two shower heads over, lathering up as he stares. 

“Beginning of break,” Steve says, scrubbing his fingers and the suds out of his hair, tipping his head back and letting it wash away.

Billy makes a sound, something from the back of his throat, something considering.  “No wonder you played like such a bitch, today.  They hurt, don’t they?” 

“I’m fine,” Steve says, and thinks that’s the end of it. 

Steve and Billy don’t talk much.  Steve spends a lot of time avoiding him, and Billy doesn’t seem to mind that much.  They give each other a pretty wide berth, these days, despite a lingering look here or a barbed word there. 

It isn’t, it turns out, the end of it.  Especially not after they finish showering, after everyone else has already headed out to loiter before lunch, and Steve is half dressed and hesitating to pull his shirt over his head.  

“You should get some numbing cream,” Billy says, startling Steve into turning around, and Billy is still looking at him, taking his sweet time sliding his on his rings as he does.

“What?” 

“Numbing cream,” Billy huffs, with a shrug of his shoulder, and Steve has to fight the urge to cover his chest for the decency of it– considering Billy won’t pull his own eyes away.  “If they’re bothering you that much.  Had a friend in California who… well.  Lost all feeling in one, cuz they did it wrong, but the other bugged ‘em for months.” 

“Months,” Steve hisses under his breath, turns away to finish buttoning up his jeans, and he’s half a second away from just knocking his head against the cool metal of the locker door and whining like a big baby.  “Thanks for the advice, I guess.” 

“Sure thing, Harrington.” Billy says, and Steve hears the clip of his boots against the floor as he draws close, shoulders drawing up, and he feels Billy more than he sees him– the heat of him against the bare skin of his back as he leans forward, crowds into Steve’s space, hand splayed flat next to Steve’s open locker door.  “You’d look better with gold rings, by the way.  Instead of the barbells.”

Steve’s throat works; he’s not sure what that means.  Not sure why it matters. 

“I didn’t ask,” Steve says, turns his head just enough to meet Billy’s eyes, sees that grin on his face that promises something wicked, something mean, and it just goes wider at Steve’s reply–

And then Billy is reaching out with his free hand, gaze dropping, and he presses his thumb to the swollen, pinkened skin around Steve’s nipple.  Steve jerks back, spitting a curse, and smacks his hand away. 

“What the fuck, Hargrove?” 

“Make sure you keep ‘em clean, too.” Billy says, like he hadn’t just casually groped Steve in the locker room.  “Would hate to see something like that get infected.” 

“Yes, thank you, I know.” Steve says, jerking his shirt on over his head and regretting it instantly– wants to rub at them, but knows better, and arches away from the fabric of his own shirt.  “Anything else, Dr. Hargrove?  Or are we fucking done here?” 

“Ice helps.  In moderation.” Billy says, and his eyes are hot on Steve’s red face, then.  “Other things, too.” 

“Other things?” Steve spits, agitated and practically vibrating out of his skin with it.

Billy lifts a dry brow.  “I could show you.” 

“Show me?” 

It’s a question.  Billy seems to take it as permission. 

Because he’s shoving Steve back against the lockers in the next breath, pulling the hem of Steve’s shirt up to his collar, and dipping his head down as he crowds in close again.  Steve doesn’t expect the heat of Billy’s mouth on his skin, but when his tongue presses flat and sure and hot against Steve’s left nipple, his entire body jolts.  

It’s a searing sensation.  Scalding over skin that is too sensitive, too tender for it, but as much as there is pain– there’s a rush of heady, overwhelming pleasure quick on its heels.  

Then, Billy’s lips wrap around it, tongue pressing steady against the metal and hot skin, and Steve arches, hands scrambling for purchase.  He fists his fingers into the back of Billy’s shirt, into the damp mess of his curls, and gasps out a sound he didn’t even know he could make.  His head is a scramble of sensation, words gone from his tongue, because one second it’s heatheatheat– and the next, Billy is sucking. 

Steve cries out, can’t help it, tries to squirm away because it’s too much.  But Billy loops his arm around Steve’s waist, reels him in closer, and Steve’s head knocks back against the lockers as Billy’s tongue works over his nipple firm and unyielding– and when their hips meet, Steve is hard, but Billy is hard, too.

“Fuck,” Steve gasps, bucks, and Billy groans against his skin and grinds forward as Steve’s knees go weak.  “Billy– What–?” 

He ruts forward, against Steve’s hip, as Steve’s spine curves back.  The rough drag of Billy’s tongue makes him shudder, makes him tremble, and then Billy is pulling back, pulling off– and Steve whimpers at the sudden rush of cold, cold air. 

But wildly, strangely, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.  He slumps back against the lockers, Billy’s arm still around his waist, Billy’s nose pressing to his cheek, Billy’s breath heavy in his ear.  He lets Steve shirt drop back into place, and Steve winces, but when Billy pulls back to meet his wide eyes, his gaze is dark and full of promise. 

“See?  Other things,” he says.  “Just gotta find someone willing to make you squirm a bit first.” 

And then he’s pulling away, stepping back, like he isn’t half hard in his jeans.  Like he hadn’t just accosted Steve against the lockers.  Like he didn’t just–

“Have a good rest of your day, Harrington.”  Billy says, ballsy enough to wink at him, cheek dimpling as he grins; there’s a hint of tongue, too, and Steve shivers with a phantom sensation.  “And think about the rings.  You’d look better in gold.” 

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Apply to a  job, wait (1) day, then call.  Give them your first and last name. Tell them you submitted an application and that you’re very motivated to find [Enter field name] work. Let the conversation lead you wherever it takes. Be very polite. Say” thank you for your time, I’ll be looking forward to hearing back from you.” Rinse, repeat. This is to force them to be looking out for your application. 

 When you get to the interview, shake their hand firmly,  tell them your first and last name.  

Describe your experiences  as “ two years transcription and data entry” if you have a desk job interview and “ [however many years]  costumer service, retail and stock” for your retail jobs.  

Don’t use job “ buzz words” I stg they hear them all day. Say  things like, “ I’m detail oriented and am very good at taking instruction.”  “ I would like to work for a company with integrity and I feel that [ company name] would be a good fit”

When they ask you if you have “reliable transportation” say  YES. don’t tell them what kind of transportation, just say yes. (if you don’t do this, you wont get the job , I’m telling you right now). 

Research the company. Know what they do, why they do it, how OLD the company is. WHERE it was founded, and what kind of position you’re intending to apply for.

When they ask you “ give us a situation where you had to blah blah blah” Make one the fuck up. Make yourself sound good as hell, and like you put your company’s needs slightly above the customer’s needs, but make the customer happy. 

If they ask you about being outgoing, Say you “like to focus on your work so you can concentrate on doing things right” (which buys you out of having to act friendly all the time)

Questions for after the interview:

1.  Does this position offer upward mobility?

2. Do you enjoy working for the company? (if you’re not interviewing for a temp agency who will send you anywhere)

 Then, shake their hand,  Ask them to repeat their name (REMEMBER THIS) say thank you for your time, wish them a nice day and leave. write their name down outside if you have to, just remember the fuck out of it. 

AFTER your interview, send a card directed to the name of the person who interviewed you (I’ll give you them) that says “Thank you for the interview, I appreciate the opportunity. have a great day” This shows  that you have an understanding of professionalism, and will have them thinking of you kindly (or at least remembering you) when they’re shuffling through the choices. 

DO NOT tell them you just moved to the city over the phone.  In person, tell them you just moved to the city. Make it sound like the only reason you need a job is because you moved. Not because you’re desperate. 

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 The titles of each section are key words you can use to search for jobs on Snagajob.com  and Simplyhired.

Data Entry:

http://citystaffing.com/job/data-entry-specialistsmailroom-clerk/?utm_source=Indeed&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=Indeed

https://www.roberthalf.com/officeteam/job-search/chicago-il/data-entry-clerks-needed/43517752?codes=IND

http://www.simplyhired.com/job/data-entry-specialists-job/chicago-transit-authority/jepfivkhjk?cid=udsowkxtausyzitcfeecaeuzoxkltmbl

https://jobs-theprivatebank.icims.com/jobs/3435/temporary—data-entry/job?mode=job&iis=SimplyHired&iisn=SimplyHired&utm_source=simplyhired&utm_medium=jobclick&mobile=false&width=792&height=500&bga=true&needsRedirect=false&jan1offset=-360&jun1offset=-300

 Front Desk:

http://localjobs.joblur.com/jobapplication2/?jobid=99957&subaffid=300006&JobType=Food%20/%20Bev%20/%20Hosp&ix=1&c1=99957

https://jobs.ajg.com/job/-/-/109/1256110?apstr=%26src%3DJB-10280

https://pepper.hiretouch.com/job-search/job-details?jobID=32066&job=receptionist

http://accesscommunityhealth.hodesiq.com/jobs/default.aspx?JobID=5203566 (this one is close to the place you rented.)

http://ihg.taleo.net/careersection/all/jobdetail.ftl?job=R113601&lang=en&media_id=24863&src=Indeed&src=JB-10920

https://covalentcareers.com/employer/listing/86450f8517588197c9b04f5068ed4300/detail/?apply=1&ref=indeed&v=30&utm_source=indeed&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=indeed_optical

http://www.careerbuilder.com/jobseeker/jobs/jobdetails.aspx?APath=2.21.0.0.0&job_did=JHN0KY6823WBWZX21VM&showNewJDP=yes&IPath=JRKV0F

http://www.simplyhired.com/job/front-desk-receptionist-customer-service-sales-job/rosin-optical-co-inc/qaeoquzgdi?cid=ivdnhijkmxchdanahwfoupazcwisfnxt

http://www.simplyhired.com/job/receptionist-front-desk-job/all-us-jobs/fonj7wmldf?cid=trhyvmfcsgjltxkjxkemyinsjveewfjp

Other jobs you don’t need a degree for that aren’t retail:

Dental hygenist ( yeah, seriously, who knew!) They also make about 40,000 a year)

Stenographer-Court Reporter

Surveyer ( you need a certificate for this, but its something you can get while working a temporary job and doing this on the side. Also, they make like $55,000 a year sooooooo) https://sjobs.brassring.com/TGWEbHost/jobdetails.aspx?jobId=1406428&PartnerId=16023&SiteId=5118&codes=IND

Real Estate Broker

Purchasing agents, except wholesale, retail, and farm products ( basically you arrange to buy large things) they make like 60K

Claims adjuster 

Loan Officer

Subway driver (trains) they make like 60K,

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Like, tears, everyday.

His mom isn’t sure why but she loves him for it

Izuku once saw a dead dog on the side of the road and cried after burying it

He can’t take compliments

Bakugou tried it once

Izuku started bawling, Bakugou panicked and somehow it ended with Mineta’s outfit being set aflame.

Shinsou once told Midoriya that he was “pretty dumb, but you’re pretty cute too.” and had to brainwash him to get Izuku to stop crying

He gets bullied a lot for it

Besides ‘Deku’ another insult for him was 'crybaby’

He never let it bother him tho

He’s a crybaby, but he’s a tough one

Izuku cries so much that Tsuyu thought that his quirk was water-based

Class 1-A still adores him, because he has the biggest heart of them all, second only to Ochaco and Hagakure, and everyone is quick to defend him against anyone who dares to try and bully him

Even Bakugou and Mineta

Although Mineta is still a bit salty bc of the fire incident

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