if you've ever noticed that indeed barely has any jobs on it lately, it's NOT just you. they started charging companies to post job listings on there and it seems to have significantly decreased the amount of posts (at least anecdotally).
so christopher nolan drilled into an active historical site to rig a scene, dumped a bunch of plastic skeletons into the ocean with no plan to fish them out, and ruined an actual Viking ship on loan from sweden and refuses to pay for damages. all for that garbage movie.
Swedish nonprofit alleges cost to repair replica was $6,000 but Universal – which made $264m on film’s opening weekend – has not stumped up
Concerns about prop disposal as filming on new Nolan film comes to a close | www.italianinsider.it
looking for a news outlet to pick up the archeologist drama over this but you can google the practical effects used for the cyclops and find the pictures pretty easily
Simon having no sense of boundaries and has never had a crush so he’s always standing too close and staring at your phone to see what you’re doing. You were almost too scared to ask him to stop, the one time you stepped away to put some distance between you, he groaned loudly and stepped even closer.
He rarely tried to talk to you but rushed you along whenever you tried to talk to anyone else. He was like a guard dog. But then he goes and brings you food or water before you realize you need it. He remembers little things, like the bracelet you mentioned losing as a kid and he somehow found an exact copy and forced it into your hands like he was mad about it.
He regularly would force himself into your room regardless of what you were doing and just sit in the corner. Even if you tried to kick him out because you had to shower or change, he’d shake his head and turn to face the wall. “M’not lookin. Go ahead.”
He didn’t protest when you told him to take his mask off if he was gonna just sit there, at least don’t look so scary. He looked a bit boyish without it, eyes suddenly avoiding you and unsure. But to his surprise, it only drew you closer. You sat next to him and asked what he wanted to do. You stopped trying to ignore his presence and slowly he came out of his shell.
“I wanna kiss y’real bad.” He blurts it out in the middle of an unrelated conversation, making you stop and gawk at him.
“Okay? Where d-“
Simon takes your questionable okay as a “yes” in his slight panic and doesn’t think before kissing you. It’s not rough, but also not too soft. Like he was nervous but still knew what he was doing. His hand cups your face and tightens when you kiss back. It’s a short back and forth of one of you trying to pull away but the other chasing for more. Then finally you both break away.
“…..LT?”
“I gotta go, I’ll see y’later.” He struggles to get up fast enough but makes it out, going straight to Soap to dish everything out.
summary: your long-time pal, simon, gets his rut set off on a mission and you were ordered to take care of him now that he was back, with your presumably passive pheromones...
word count: 830
content warning: omegaverse, ruts, simon begging to fuck you, and vulgar language. reader is also gn!
a/n: HELLOo!!1 this is my first ever fic, if you see this, please read it and give me kind feedback, bc idk what im doing!!! yay!
long term teammates, tolerable conversation, a perfectly adequate, non romantic relationship.
that's what you and Simon had.
you'd known the alpha for years at this point, you had met before the task force, both serving as young sergeants in the SAS . it was an acquaintanceship, passing comments over comms or emailing documents for superiors.
when you'd both been invited into the task force for a secret operative (that turned into multiple), it became something closer. something more subtlety intimate and tension filled. whether it was sharing MREs wordlessly or quietly smoking together behind crumbling buildings, you did it together, and no one was allowed to say a word.
meanwhile, scents and primal urges were never a real problem between you two thanks to the uniform scent blockers and his seemingly obvious un-attraction to you. not like you cared... he was hot, of course, smoking hot. but you had gotten used to alphas preferring omegas.
on your second year in the task force, hed been placed in a simple in-and-out opp in south America. once hed gotten back he started getting more agressive and territorial, even pacing outside your door at night? when price found out hed been scented by a bolivian con-woman he was banished to his quarters until he was civilised. you, being the only beta on the team, were asked to use your scent to neutralise his rut urges, a common request for betas, being the mediator and all. but seeing him in such a viscous (horny) state (even if it turned you on), upset your instincts. so you also made time to help your poor simon bathe and rest and hydrate.
a knock was placed on his door with your forehead as you carefully balanced two trays of tuck from the mess hall, his one being significantly heavier, making you wobble. "hrmph.." you heard him grumble from inside, he sounded like an agitated dog.
"don't start, I'm being so good to you." a firm acknowledgement as you carefully manoeuvred the door open whilst balancing the trays of semi-hot food. he shuffles in bed, covering his nude lower half and peevishly glaring at you from amongst the covers and sheets before sitting up to eat.
the room was moist, and the smell that lingered wasn't something you wanted to think about Simon doing, so you focused on giving him the food and cutlery. you gave him water, ran a bath, tidied up his quarters, and you ended your pottering by opening a window as he finished eating. you cleared your throat and looked at the huge miserable man, who was already piercing his eyes through your head. "you okay, si? need anything else? you look super fucked out."
"tired. horny. angry. no. thank you."
"mhm, your welcome. you're sure you dont need anything else? i can scent you to help with the pain?-"
he grumbled again, low in his chest. the sound flipped your stomach and made a heat crawl up your spin. 'ew? no? now you want to fuck him? when he's acting like a rapid dog?? you're sick.' you mentally scolded yourself as he writhed around uncomfortably in the sheets further before answering truthfully this time.
"all i can smell is you, luv. and its not neutralising shite. i feel like a horny mutt ‘round ye." he whimpered, the most embarrassed you’ve seen him look.
you froze in place awkwardly, standing stiffly at the end of his bed by the window. you hardly thought before retorting, its like your brain didn't even want to process what he'd said whilst stumbling out a petulant reprimand and avoiding the hot eye-contact he was forcing. "nah… beta scents can't make you horny, i think its just your hormones talking-"
"you’re so pretty, wish i could smell ye all the time… wish you’d let me do what i need to, i’ll be so good.." he shuttered as he mumbled, voice course from whining and growling into his pillow for days. you stood frozen in the middle of the hot, sex perfumed room. your face was flushed and your insides were tingly, you don't think you've ever been this pitiful in your life.
he was hunched over himself, still, peering at you like a predator through those midnight eyes. you'd never felt like prey before as a beta. his short, choppy, blonde hair was messy and arousing but less entertaining as your eyes trailed down his plump pecs and solid biceps. his tummy and champagne happy trail protruded slightly and the moist bedsheets were bunched at his abdomen, hardly covering his unrelenting erection.
"you’re being dramatic… you’re not into me like that anyway-" never have you been so flustered and visibly pathetic in your life. you tried to reason with yourself aloud on his behalf when he cut you off. "i am. have been for a long time. can you ‘least sit on my face?… please.. i need this.. you…” he let out a whiny please and fluttered his pretty eyelashes at you…
a/n: okayyyy... i think thats fine... depending on the reaction i get from this i might post the smut
puppyboy ! izuku x doctor ! reader 𐔌❤︎ ͡꒱ ㅤׂㅤ he's in his heat, and he doesnt know what to do!
CONTAINS ⟢ 2362 % pwop , hybrid izuku , human reader , switch izuku , smut , mommy kink , semi public sex , hand jobs , puppy heat/rut , breeding kink , 'goodboy' etc .
art by sillybillyken
"izuku midoriya?" you hummed, voice cutting through the sterile air of the waiting room, along with the sound of flipping paper. the dingy blue lights buzzed faintly over the patients, casting a flow over the row of plastic chairs as well as the patients in a pale colour. some were cuddling with their masters, seeking some sort of warmth and comfort, while some were alone, eyes fixed onto the ceiling, or nothing at all.
exactly like the figure tucked into the chair in the far corner of the room; his knees were drawn up just slightly while his boots rested on the plastic of the chair, and his cheeks were a flush of pink on his pale skin. his fluffy tail lay limp against the chair, occasionally catching the tip twitching.
the sound of his name made the soft ears on top of his head twitch before swivelling towards you before the rest of his body could catch up. he rose up with a flinch, his stomach feeling heavy, tail curling behind him defensively.
your smile tugged at the corner of your lips, letting your gaze drift over him and taking in the way his fingers subtly trembled and the way his green-coloured ears twitched even more when you stepped closer.
“follow me,” you hummed, turning around without waiting - papers in your hand rustling as you moved through the hallway. behind you, you could hear the shuffling of his boots, almost like he was about to fall over with each step.
as soon as you stepped into your office, your body had relaxed, the smell of medicine and metal disappearing in an instant, replaced by some sort of jasmine and old books.
you gestured towards the small seating area by the window, the armchair worn-out and scratched with a old blanket that had definitely seen better days. “please, sit here and make yourself comfortable.”
he gulped a large glob of saliva that was stuck in his throat as he had slowly walked towards the chair, sinking in an instant of warmth and familiarity.
while he was getting comfortable with the environment, you had busied yourself with the electric kettle, the water hissing as you prepared tea, setting the plate of cookies on the desk between the two of you - steam curling in the air.
“here,” you said softly, nudging the cup towards him, “you don’t have to drink it, but it’s there if you would like.”
his fingers had twitched, hovering over the mug’s handle, before wrapping around it with carefullness, not drinking but allowing the hear seep into his palms.
you had settled into your chair across him, fingers gliding across the keyboard as you pulled up his file - the screen casting a white glow across your face as you scrolled through his history. his behavioural notes, last check-ups, medication. everything seemed normal to you, at least.
“so, izuku…” you hummed, eyes still scanning the data. “last time you were here, you had your monthly check-up. but that was a week ago, so…” you finally looked up at him, taking a small sip of the steaming tea. “what seems to be the problem?”
his face flushed as he shifted in his seat, the soft blanket and worn chair creaking under him. his tail, which had been draped over the armrest, now thumping against the soft cushion, ears perking up as a low whine escaped his throat before he could even stop it.
“w-well…” he started, voice coming out breathier and more strained than usual. he cleared his throat, trying again as his hands rested against his crotch - closer to where the strain of his pants sat, each word falling out clumsier and whiny. “master had told me there was something wrong with me and you could only help me.”
his eyes darted everywhere but your face, cheeks a flushed red, the smell of the tea making his breath heavy.
“said something about being too… hot? or - a heat.” his voice cracked on each word. “i-i don’t really remember. i just… i’ve been feeling really strange. and restless - it’s like my skin doesn’t feel or fit right - like i need everything off my body.”
you nodded to each word, watching his movement as he finally looked up at you, eyes glassy and vulnerable.
“hm, i see.” you smiled, typing something on your computer before pushing away from your desk. “see, don’t worry izuku, this is completely natural for you. as your master said, you’re in heat - this is where you need to mate, make babies.”
izuku sighed in relief at your words, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “that’s good… i was scared you wouldn’t be able to understand what i was talking about since master was not here.”
his eyes sparkled as he heard your soft laugh, letting out a small chuckle to himself as well. “you can fix it right, doc? what sorta medicine would i need?”
a soft smirk appeared on your lips, one not so innocent. your finger tapped innocently on your chin, as you sat back with a screech. “well, you can’t get better with medicine persay…”
izuku’s face dropped at each word, panic filling his face. “w-what do you mean– i can’t get better? there’s no medicine–”
“it’s a different sort of treatment, a special kind.”
in an instant, his face relaxed and returned to one filled with excitement. “oh, that's what you meant, i was worried you meant i had to deal with this for the rest of my life!”
you rose slowly, moving towards the bed tucked in the far wall, one reserved for patients who need to lay down during examinations, or even when you need rest.
you perched on the edge, mattress dipping slightly under your weight, palms smoothing across the fabric of your thigh.
“come here,” you hummed, voice gentle. your eyes lowered, half-lidded, more of a silent invitation than a command. “sit.”
his head tilted, the green eats perched on top of his head, turned with curiosity. but, his brows furrowed, worry creeping onto his neck.
“i– i don’t really know…” he dodged, thumbs running over one another. “master doesn’t like when i sit on anyone’s laps – or even their lap. they say its… improper? or i’ll get too attached.” his voice grew uncertain. “are you sure it’ll be okay…?
you nodded slowly and reassuringly, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on your pants.
“positive,” you said, voice carrying a promise. “i wouldn’t offer if i wasn’t sure. and… i wont tell your master if you won’t.” you held a finger to your lips in a hushing motion.
a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “
“well… okay, if you say so!”
he let out a soft whimper as he stood up, each step was clumsy while his tail wagged in short sweeps behind him. as he walked closer, you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable tent in his pants, straining against the fabric.
he perched on your thigh carefully, weight settling against you like he was a feather. his head hid into the curve of your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as if he’d done it multiple times.
a soft sigh escaped him as your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer. “you’re… warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and drowsy against your skin.
you laughed at his observation, the sound vibrating through your chest and onto him. your fingers began to move, tracing slow circles around his waist, feeling the tension in his muscles unwind under your touch.
“izuku,” you said gently, making him hum softly. “can i pet you?”
the word, ‘pet’, hit him softly, his eyes flying open widely, his head nodding with enthusiasm that his fluffy green hair tickled your neck and cheeks.
“yes– please!” his voice cracked with desperate excitement, tail wagging so hard now it thumped against your leg rapidly. “master doesn’t pet me enough, oh please, doctor! i’ve been so good, i promise, i’ll be so still, won’t move at all–”
“shh,” you soothed, laughter softly escaping your lips. “i believe you; you’re doing so well already.”
izuku let out a soft whine as your hands threaded through the fluffy mess of his hair, palms brushing against the base of those velvety green ears, the fold of his ears perking every so often, thumb tracing the edge of his ears.
a sound escaped his lips, something between a groan and bark rumbling against his chest. his whole body melted against yours as he didn’t have any bones, his head lolling further into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closed and hips slowly rutting back and forth.
“you’re so soft,” you murmured, more to yourself than him, fingers continuing their gentle strokes. “such a good boy.
a shiver ran through his spine at your words; you could feel his nails dig lightly into your dress shirt, breath coming in slow and heavy puffs against your collarbone, the tent in his pants practically growning by each second.
“thank you–” he whispered, one quiet and thick you almost missed it, “thank you so much, doctor.”
you kissed the top of his head softly, one of your hands sliding down his torso, resting just above his abdomen. “what about this bulge in your pants?”
his cheeks flushed at your words, soft moans escaping his lips as he tries to explain. “well, master say’s don’t– worry about it… that i should wait in my room until it goes away,” he whines, his palm moving to your wrist. “but it just hurts, especially when its pushing against my pants like this.”
his eyes were glassy and pleading; you could practically feel the pulse radiating from it.
you nodded slowly at his words, expression softening with sympathy. you pressed another small kiss against his head, letting your lips brush his hair as you spoke.
“well, i can help with that.” your voice was soothing. “can you take it out for me, izuku?”
he lifts his head in embarrassment, eyes widening in shock, lips parted, then closed, then parted again.
“take it out-?” he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. “uhm… are you really sure thats okay?” he rambles. “master said to never take it out in front of guests, and especially when it’s all leaky and hard like this. they said it’s– indecent? and– i should be ashamed, and–”
“don’t worry,” you cut him off softly, voice firm. your fingers withdraw and give him space, letting him know it was up to him if he’d like to continue or not. “it’s okay if you’re not ready; we can stop.”
“n-no, i do–!”
the words burst out of him desperately; he grabbed your hand with both of his, pressing your palm firmly against the straining bulge in his pants, his breath hitching and a shudder running through his body.
“if doctor knows how to fix it…” he whispered, voice hopeful, “then please, i trust you.”
with shaky hands, he fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, movement clumsy with urgency, pushing them down with his boxers, fabric pooling around his thigh. his cock sprang free, one clearly thick and heavy, slapping against his belly with a wet sound in the cool air of the office.
a loud, whiny moan escaped his lips as his head fell back against your shoulder with a relief that washed over him.
you couldn’t help but stare, your breath getting caught in your throat. he was… massive to say the least. the length was bigger than anything you’ve seen before; it flushed deep, the green hairs that trickled up his torso, and tip already dripping with precum that fell down his length.
your hand reached out, fingertip barely brushing his shaft, gathering the moisture that sat and pooled. he whimpered loudly at the contact, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing your touch.
“so pretty,” you muttered to yourself, eyes tracing each vein, the way his cock curved. “so responsive as well; you’ve been holding this in for a while, haven't you, izuku?”
he nodded restlessly, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “yes–yes, doctor– mommy. ihave. it hurts so so much, please!” he cried, hips bucking with each stroke. his mind fogging up at the pleasure.
“wanna– ilove this so much, mommy.” he gasped, his hands frantically unbuttoning your shirt just so your shoulder is revealed, teeth biting harshly into your skin. “fuckk…”
“wanna get you filled with my puppies,” he mumbles, your hand moving faster, the other playing with his ears softly, whispering words of filth into them.
“you wanna cum, wanna breed me?” you taunted, fingers pressing against his tip, each dribble of precum leaking faster and faster.
“yes–yes–! please, mommy-!” he whined, his teeth sinking into your skin, deep enough to draw blood, to leave a scar that would last eternity. “wanna fill you up so bad.”
you coo’d at his response, hand speeding up as you pulled his hair, earning a sharp moan from his lips, eyes filled with tears and cheeks pinker than ever.
“iwanna–cum– something… it's coming out– ♡” he moaned, string of cum quickly shooting upwards, covering both your stomach and his own; however, your hand never faltered. “w–wait, i made a mess, sl–slow down!”
you let out a sinister laugh as you felt his body get rigid, your hand never slowing until his second orgasm, one stronger and louder than the first one. his thighs twitched, lips unlatched from your bruised shoulder to moan loudly.
the cum sprayed more wetter, thinner than before, leaving damp trails against the whites of your shirt.
your finger slowed down against him, but never stopped, just enough to keep the pleasure, but not fast enough for an orgasm. “how was that, izuku?” you hummed, kissing his tear-stained cheek.
without thinking, he had grabbed your wrists and flipped you both over, back hitting the rather uncomfortable mattress.
“i think… mommy needs a punishment for not listening to me.” he laughed, slowly pulling down your own trousers, revealing those pretty lace panties, damp in the centre.
his teeth grazed your inner thigh, biting sharply, earning a loud gasp from you. “let’s see how you like it… hm?”
a/n : i'm rusty at writing dont judge me..... its been ages. and ik this aint my usual kpop enha stuff but i did lowk fall out of it so #yolo
I’m so glad I’m in an era where black!reader is a continuously growing community because representation really does matter. All of these beautiful black writers out here building this space up based on love, bonding, true friendship and understanding really warms my heart. I could literally cry, you guys are so impactful, more than you think. Thank you guys so so much for all of your hard work❤️❤️❤️!
No thoughts just alpha!ghost who has a fucked up taste in scents.
He doesn't care for the flowers, the sweets, the honey-warm notes in most potential partners. Whenever price huffs about some handsome little omega with a sweet scent, ghost nods along in feigned interest. He pretends to enjoy the typical scents because he knows the ridicule he'd face if he shared what really got him going.
Sour, sharp, so bitter they burn the back of his throat. Scents that reek of fear.
There's no excuse for it, really. He can't blame it on instincts, alphas want to protect their mates after all. Whatever is inside ghost that craves the hurt, the danger, the purely fucked-up is all him.
Maybe that's why he latches so tight when he meets you.
A soldier from a different unit, scent turned permanently bitter after too long in enemy possession. Prolonged trauma is known to warp pheromones, after all.
Most people have to grit their teeth and force themselves to talk to you. Your scent to off putting it sends their instincts scrambling. Trying to decipher what you mean when you are undeniably different from the standard.
You smell of terror. Of every bad thing that's happened to you, and for once someone isn't clawing at their skin to ignore it. For once someone, ghost, wants all of you.
It's like you were made for eachother, and neither of you are letting go.
Sleazebag kiri whoring you out to his friends send tweet
✩꒱ sleazes come in threes ft. kirishima, bakugou & deku .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. pro hero & sleaze!kirishima, pro hero!deku, pro hero!bakugou and fem!reader. established relationship, sleaziness, dubcon, public sex, voyeurism, cucking, soft sex, toxic relationship kinda hehe. ꒰ help i have been trying to answer this for days but every time tumblr deletes what ive written and i want to kms and die. ꒱
sleaze kirishima definitely has his favourites when it comes to sharing or lending you to his friends. the first being izuku because they’re probably most alike in how they treat their partners in relationships and in the bedroom. i think they both play on pleasure that comes from disgust you know what i mean — eijirou dresses you up in something sweet on the eyes that’s out of your comfort zone telling you not to fuss and to look pretty for midoriya. he’ll have you pressed between their big shoulders at the club or on the couch, filling you with drinks you can’t remember the name of until you’re hazed and confused and something burns in your lower belly.
and when izuku puts his scarred on the swell of your thigh, just beneath your hem all secretive, it feels like you’re cheating. it feels good that you are, having his fingers stroke from your spasming hole to your beating clit — up and down, hidden from the view of others. you’re so full, of lust and liquid and you feel the weight of kirishima’s gemstone stare on the back of your neck. proud and predatory. he doesn’t join in, just watches you fall to ruin and the disgusting urges the stack like cement between building blocks deep within.
“i think i’d like it if you came for me, made a mess right here?” izuku always makes a suggestion but never commands. the same way kirishima asks and somehow still expects an end result even if you’re not yet over the line. “don’t you think that’d be so nice. if you’d spoiled me a little.” you’d blink over at your boyfriend, your light flirtations with izuku having gone a step too far. izuku’s thumb tilts your line of sight away from your safety net in kirishima and thats where you realise you’ve been abandoned. left to drown in guilt and disgust and no choice but to reach out to izuku for help. “he doesn’t mind, love.”
kirishima’s second favourite person to ‘borrow’ you too is bakugou. it’s more torture for the blonde than it is for you — katsuki treats you as though you’re something too valuable to be held by bare hands like his. explosive and rough. he caresses you like eijirou doesn’t know how good he has it, as though every stoke against your skin is a mark of a brush that leaves tracks of watered down paint — delicate. too much of him and true emotion might bleed through.
he folds you carefully, always in a position where he can see your face — watch as bliss falls into place over your features and take note of your lips as they part to say his name over and over. chapter and verse. when you’re with katsuki, your mind is able to relax and your body unwind because he doesn’t press on the parts of you that make you shrink, he kisses them. soft under his lips. melting you. kirishima likes seeing you like this too, on your back ankles raised to the sky whilst his best friend punches deep into your gut with his cock and tells you that you’re his while doing it. every drag of his thickness along your welcoming walls is uncharted territory for eijirou … he knows what you like. he’s taught your body to like it.
but katsuki clicks naturally, reading your movements before you even make them. you stretch and his mouth lands under the curve of your breast, salty sweat on the blonde’s tongue. you seize and you shake and bakugou grasps your hand — interlocking your fingers, words balmy against your. “just like that, let go for me.” bakugou fucks you as though you’re in love, an extension of his being. his body ends where it meets yours, warm, wonderful and that is where you begin. your orgasms with katsuki build slow, like they’re meant to last from one exhale into the next — he winds the rope of tension around his fist and yanks diligently until you topple over and spill all over him. clear, sweet.
eijirou cums hardest with katsuki fucking you, because he’s the only one who you let kiss you. tasting the betrayal of his lust on your tongue in front of your beloved sleaze boyfriend.
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