#abo supremacy

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Jealous Alpha Nat x Clueless Omega Reader 

Semi-public sex, claiming/knotting/breeding. Please, and thanks to you, God of Lust. 

AN: I accidentally made Nat beefy even though you didn’t ask for it. 🥺 I hope you don’t mind, anon! Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping brainstorm this one.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to spot you?” Natasha asks for what you feel is the thousandth time.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll only be using the ten-pound weights anyway,” you respond, a little annoyed at how oveprotective she can be sometimes. 

“Well, I’ll be right over here if you need me.” Natasha parts with a kiss on your forehead before going over to her favorite exercise, the bench press. You weren’t much of a fan yourself, so you grab a pair of dumbbells and stand in front of the mirror. 

You hear the gym door open as you’re in the middle of your set of curls, but you don’t think much of it. You can see Natasha in the reflection of the mirror, balancing a barbell with two times your weight on it and you pause to admire the impressive flexing of her arms as she brings down the bar to bounce off her chest.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You snap out of your ogling to find Sam Wilson standing behind you with a wide grin on his face.

“Huh? Oh, hi, Sam.”

“Need some help with your workout?” he asks, boldly putting his hand on your shoulder and steering you toward an empty bench. 

“Um, not really.”

“Come on, I can show you some new moves. It’ll really diversify your workout.” He sounds so earnest, you don’t want to deny him the opportunity. Plus, it’s just Sam and he’s completely harmless, and you’re where Natasha can see you if anything goes south.

“Okay fine,” you relent, watching as he adjusts the bench so you can sit up and rest your back on it. 

“Have you done shoulder presses before?” Sam asks as you take a seat. He stands behind you. 

“Uh, these?” You bend your arms and press them up.

“Yeah! Just add some weight to it.” Sam hands you your dumbbells. 

You start your first set, not struggling too much with the weight. Sam holds his hands under your triceps, following your range of motion in case you can’t complete a rep. 

After you finish your first set of 12, you go into your second set, although your arms are already tired. Sam’s hands brush the undersides of your triceps more than once.

“Come on, Y/N. You got this. Push, push, push.”

“Phew,” you pant, dropping your dumbbells to the floor and shaking the ache out in your arms.

“Those are too easy,” Sam says, going over to the rack and picking up a pair of 15 pound dumbbells. 

“Oh no, I stick to the tens,” you protest.

“You got this. I won’t let you drop them on your head. Besides, Romanoff would kill me if that happened.”

“Or, I can still kill you before that happens,” someone growls from behind you both.

“Nat?” You didn’t even notice her come over. The collar of her low-cut shirt is soaked in sweat and the veins in her arms look like they’re straining to escape. 

“What the hell are you doing, Wilson? She didn’t want a spot,” Natasha says in a low voice that makes you tingle.

“Oh, I wasn’t spotting her, I was just showing her some new exercises,” Sam says, suddenly backing away from you on the bench.

“And you don’t think I can do that?”

“Well, uh, no...” Sam stutters. “I know you’re more than capable--”

“I’ll take it from here,” Natasha interrupts.

“Sure. I’ll...I’ll see you two around.” Sam scampers away. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha says, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up.

“Oh, are you done with your workout?” It wasn’t unusual for your mate to spend upwards of two hours in the gym.

“This one,” she says, whisking you out of the gym. 

“Nat, are you okay?” you ask as she drags you into the locker room. You look down at her black shorts and notice the tent forming at the center. “Oh.”

“It seems someone forgot who their alpha is,” Natasha growls, pushing you against the lockers and looming over you. 

“Nat, someone can walk in--” you squeak as she removes your shorts, easily lifting you with her strong arms and pressing your back against the lockers. 

“Good. So they can run out and tell everyone who’s alpha you belong to.”

“Fuck.” Her deepened voice and aggressive tone has you soaking your panties.

“Who’s your alpha?” Natasha asks, now holding you up entirely with one arm so she can pull her shorts down. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, fully erect, the veins on it pulsing. You clench around nothing, aching to have her sheathed inside of you.

“You’re my alpha,” you respond, whining as she teases your folds with the dark tip of her cock. 

“No one else’s?” she asks, almost as if she’s a little insecure that you’d leave her for someone.

“Just yours. All yours,” you insist. “Please, Nat.”

“Good.” Her arms flex as she steadies you before lowering you on her cock. You moan as she stretches you out, clawing onto her biceps and shoulders in pleasure. 

“Harder, Nat,” you whimper, unable to make a sound as her thighs slap louder against yours, bouncing you on her dick. 

“You are my omega,” she growls, burying her face against your neck and tracing her tongue teasingly along the mating mark she left there months ago, when she first claimed you as hers. She bore a similar one on her collarbone, in the perfect outline of your teeth, a mark she wore proudly. “Mine and only mine.”

“Yours,” you pant, clinging onto her. “Claim me again, Nat. Knot me and make me yours.”

You feel her chest vibrate as she moans at your words and you swear you can feel her cock throb harder inside of you. Natasha mumbles something in Russian, a language you never bothered to learn but loved to hear when she was so turned on she couldn’t think in English. Her thrusts come harder and you swear you’ll be bruised tomorrow. But you don’t care, tearing at her shirt so you can feel her sweaty skin against yours and take in her scent.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, starting to lose her rhythm. You clench harder around her, desperate to feel her hot cum spill into you. You can’t wait to carry her pups and start a family with her one day. “Do you...Do you want my knot?” she asks, knowing that if you take it, the two of you won’t be able to disconnect very easily. In fact, she’ll probably have to carry you out to your room, and who knows how many eyes will fall on you two on your way there.

“Yes, yes, please. I don’t care who sees us,” you reassure, digging your nails harder into her biceps. “Fill me with your pups, Nat.”

That does it for her, and with a final hard thrust, her knot slips into you without difficulty and you feel her cum gush into you. You sigh in satisfaction, dropping your head against her chest and pulling aside her shirt collar to expose her mating mark. You bite into it and Natasha’s body goes rigid with a moan, and she finishes cumming with a few hard pulses. 

She wraps her arms around you, balancing you against her chest, as she reaches for some towels to throw over your back. You hook your legs around her waist and she pulls up her shorts as high as she can, carrying you out of the locker room, with her cock still inside of you. 

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AN: These two. 😅 Absolutely insatiable.

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[thesourcabbage]

Three Days, Four Nights - New Chapter

Chapter 4/?

Azris - Explicit

!! New Tags !!: Light Angst, Body Worship, Porn With Plot, Happy Ending, Author is Open to Hearing about Dead Batteries

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Azriel, Alpha Eris Vanserra, Boundaries, Matchmaking, Biting, Knotting, No Beta, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Wings, Nesting, Scenting, Possessive Behavior

Chapter Excerpt: Hot water dissolved the sweat off Azriel’s body. He soaped the washcloth, scrubbing it over his sensitive skin, leaving a trail of suds. The washcloth’s rough texture was bearable, the first kindling of his heat simmering under his skin.

Summary: A covert matchmaking service exists in Prythian, matching alphas and omegas to share their heats and ruts together. Anonymous. No strings attached. Discrete. Azriel had been using for centuries - easing his heats with some nameless alpha. It was routine: every six months losing a few days to heat, then returning to life at the Night Court. He never expected that, in the midst of burning heat, waiting for the matched alpha, that Eris Vanserra would show up in rut.

[cratastica]

What if omega verse was real #1

Allydilk44: where can I find all the omega men?

All these 'men' are either beta's or alpha's. Why are they on an omegan app????? This app was made for us and these extrastock and knotheads are intruding on our space.

Menthol67: wtf. You slickhol's think you're sooooo special. Its a free world.

Jezzyslikhol: Lemme guess another alpha?? This entitlement is why Mating at first sight has gone off airing.

Betaisbesta: The word extra stock is old fashioned. I bet you are a pampered omega who has nests made out of silk.

[sporksaber]

I don't read abo verse stuff bc it's too hard to filter out the sexism 2.0 now with more assault ones, but I have a question.

Within a abo verse au, is luffy an alpha, a beta, or an omega? Because his lack of concern for anyone could logically translate to beta, and theres the whole unbothered alpha trope, but miss Boa Hancock is 1000% an alpha so Luffy as an omega? It fits. It feels right to be honest.

[cratastica]

No no no

The washerwoman surrogates for both of them. Mixed their alpha genes together to make sperm from both of them.

You’d think that omegaverse aus would work really well for SVSSS, what with PIDW being a shitty internet porn series with 10,000 variations of sex pollen, but if you really try to rework the whole universe for abo you’ll find that it would actually crumble the very foundations of the series. This is due to the simple fact that the entire plot is spurred by Su Xiyan’s pregnancy, with her giving birth to Binghe alone while Tianlang-jun is imprisoned, but if the series was omegaverse there is no way in all hell that notorious dom sugar daddy masc Su Xiyan wouldn’t be the alpha to submissive and breedable omega Tianlang-jun. ANY other possibility is OOC on a world-breaking level. In this essay I will

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by 🦥 anon: What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

-🦥

AN: This was a good one. Thanks, 🦥!

"What's wrong, Nat?" you ask when you feel your alpha's arm squeeze your torso tighter than normal. She exhales into your hair, and you know it's not from exhaustion from your earlier activities, but frustration.

"Um, nothing," Natasha says, that is obviously a lie, but if she won't tell you what's on her mind, you won't push it.

"Okay, well, good night," you respond, cringing at the awkwardness but not wanting to dwell on it.

While you fall asleep in record time, Natasha lies awake, holding you tightly as she stares at the back of your head. The thought that she can' t be a proper alpha to you, simply because she is not equipped with the right body parts, is infuriating and saddening to her. Not that you had ever complained once or saw her as any less than the male alphas, but Natasha had an internal struggle every time you begged to be knotted and she simply...couldn't.

She didn't know what to do, but she had thought about enlisting the help of some of her colleagues. As awkward as the request would be, maybe it would help her self-esteem and you would be so pleased with the result.

So the next morning, Natasha goes off to have the most awkward conversation of her life with Tony Stark.

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Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement as she carries you to your bedroom. Even you can sense her amped up emotions as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her hard and sloppily.

"Are you okay, babe?" you ask, breaking away for a breath while pulling your clothes off at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I get to be with you," she says, taking off her shirt, then her sweatpants. When she drops her pants, you gasp at the sight of her new strap. The color matches her skin tone exactly, almost looking like an actual extension of her body and you can't help but lick your lips at the thought of it being inside of you. It's a little smaller than the one she normally uses, but thicker to make up for it. Your core aches around nothing.

"Like what you see, baby?" Natasha says, grasping her cock and stroking it. "I had it specially made..." She debates on whether or not to tell you the truth of the toy's origins, but feels like it might ruin the mood now.

"It looks so good on you," you pant, hooking your hands around her thighs and pulling her onto the bed with you.

"It'll look better inside you," Natasha responds with a smirk, trying to contain a moan when her hand reaches her tip. It was a little strange and first to be able to "feel" with the faux cock, but now she's eager to stick it inside of you and experience you in a way she never has before.

As Natasha hovers over you, you instinctively reach for her cock and she gasps so loud when you touch it, you recoil your hand as if you've hurt her.

"Nat?" you ask.

"No, it's okay, baby. Touch me again," Natasha says, and you wrap your hand around her cock, causing her whole body to shudder. "I can feel it," she admits, dropping her head to press her forehead against yours. "I'll finally be able to feel you, baby. And properly knot you."

A thousand thoughts of curiosity fill your head, like where in the world she managed to get a strap like this, but now your only concern is getting her inside you. Although Natasha had never disappointed you in bed, your heart rate skyrockets at the thought of her getting to feel you and knot you. It seemed almost too good to even be real.

"Does this feel good?" you ask, jerking her cock off a little awkwardly, mostly because you don't have much experience. Maybe that would change soon.

"Yes," she whispers, her hips moving jerkily every time your thumb swipes over the tip of her cock. "Keep going, baby."

Even though you're stroking a silicone toy, you swear it feels like it's throbbing in your hand. Maybe it wasn't such a gimmick after all.

"Okay, stop, stop," Natasha says suddenly, afraid she's going to burst. She swats your hand away, her stomach clenching almost uncomfortably to hold herself back. She pushes you to lay down fully, carefully positioning her cock at your entrance. "Ready, baby?"

"I need you, Nat," you whine. "I need my alpha."

Natasha holds her breath as she slides into you with ease, almost collapsing on your chest when your hot walls wrap around her, holding her in a tight grip like she's never been before. "Oh, God. Oh fuck, Y/N..."

It feels different having her inside of you like this, almost like you can feel her throbbing.

"I want you to knot me, Nat," you beg, reaching up to lock your hands around her back to hold her close.

"I will, baby. Hold on." Natasha starts jerking her hips in broad strokes, obsessed with the way you clench and squeeze around her. She pushes in until she can't see any of her cock anymore, but the subtle bulge of your stomach, and the fire of arousal burns through her veins. She leans over to lick and nip at the mating mark on your neck, slamming into you with powerful thrusts.

You moan at the sensation of being filled so deeply, Natasha soothing the ache of emptiness in your loins with each thrust.

"Knot me, Nat, please," you whimper, scratching down her back. You can sense her desperation and need, feel her desire as she twitches inside of you, her size seemingly growing as the knot at the base of her cock starts to inflate.

You can't believe this is about to happen, as Natasha grunts and groans into your ear, promising to fill you with her pups and knot you properly for the first time in your life. You're awash with bliss as she thrusts into you strongly, holding you down as her body starts to tremble as she empties her seed into you. There is an almost painful stretch in your core and you look down to see the base of her cock fit snugly into your pussy, preventing any of her cum from spilling out of you like it normally does.

The pressure in your stomach is too much and you are too aroused to hold back anymore, tipping your head back into the pillows and moaning as you gush around her cock. It feels like a lifetime of pure ecstasy as you lay there, Natasha fully connected with you. You don't ever want it to end.

"My perfect omega," Natasha whispers, stroking your hair as she tries to calm down from her own high. "I love you so much." Today was a complete success in her book, and she can't wait to knot you over and over again in the future.

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[felixsmeshglove]

Okay but like I can't get this idea out of my head

Abo poly ot8 skz with reader who is the only omega

They pair up when having sex with the reader. Every Alpha has a beta with them when breeding you.

Obviously Alpha Minho with Beta Han.

Do whatever you want with this ask!

category ; thirst/imagine

cw ; poly!ot8 skz, a/b/o dynamics, afab!reader, voyeurism, edging, idk what else

oh my fucking god don’t even get me started it’s so fucking funny. by this point, the boys have discovered a sort of uhh.. logistical problem– about you being the only omega.

after so many of your heats where you’re absolutely overwhelmed with hickeys, marks and their scent that any other stranger might think you’d been mauled, the boys had a sit down and finally came up with ✨the system ™️✨

now, they have a rotating schedule of pairs that you get to stay with you during your heats. each alpha paired up with one beta to make sure each and every one of your needs were tended to.

moving on to the actual pairings…

alpha!chan with beta!jeongin -;-

when you’re with channie and innie it easily goes one of two ways, depending on the mood. slow, sweet and sensual, making sure you’re every need is completely doted to while chan teaches our inexperienced little maknae how to properly rip an orgasm from your throbbing, aching cunt. chris would kiss your tears away as you’re sobbing with pleasure, trembling and hugging close to his toned torso as jeongin fills you up with yet another load with slow, deep drags.

the other way it can go, is absolutely chaotic, jeongin giving in completely to his instinct and your absolutely delectable scent as chan is enthusiastically coaxing jeongin’s face closer so that he can lap deeper into your sweet pussy. don’t get me wrong, chan gets a lot out of this as well. after all, if jeongin wants to try something or practice, chan was going to need to demonstrate on you…

alpha!minho with beta!jisung -;-

when you’re with minho and jisung, minho just seems to be exponentially more bossy and demanding. he loves to watch and press his hips into jisung’s, helping to control his pace and guide jisung’s hips to provide you the maximum amount of relief. he will occasionally scold jisung if the younger was too close. after all, the alpha gets to cum first.

finally, minho would tease you as he would bully his cock deep into your overworked cunt, all while loudly discussing with jisung how good you feel between jisung’s sweet and messy kisses to your lips. you would often become so loud and whiny that minho would suggest jisung occupy your mouth with his cock to pacify you. this worked quite well, after all they didn’t want to disturb the rest of the pack. it was hard enough not always being with you for every heat.

alpha!changbin with beta!seungmin -;-

this pairing is often the one that leaves you the most marked up and sore. i am a huge fan of “binnie is the strongest alpha” supremacy. yes, channie leads, but changbin’s muscles speak for themselves. changbin’s strength combined with seungmin’s creativity and their shared high levels of energy you’re left absolutely exhausted. changbin and seungmin are absolutely devious together, because seungmin gets so many ideas for different positions and ways to use furniture to their advantage, and changbin has the strength to hoist you up or hold you however which way is necessary.

changbin would hold you, thighs pressed to your stomach passionately nipping at the back of your neck as seungmin’s cock thumps harshly against your gummy g-spot in just the perfect way. seungmin loves to tease, and would happily mock your mewls and whimpers as he eagerly fucks the thoughts out of your head. heats with changbin and seungmin are just erratic, desperate and needy.

alpha!felix with beta!hyunjin -;-

you see, this pairing is a bit of a toughie because felix is probably the least alpha-like alpha, and hyunjin is probably the least beta-like beta. this often causes their roles to switch and blend with you, but at the end of the day, you’re the omega here. regardless, these are usually the sweetest most sensual heats you have. both men aren’t particularly the type to be rough or aggressive. they prefer to stay comfortable in the nest, covering your hot and sensitive skin with kisses.

much more selfless lovers as well, they’re willing to use any and every part of themselves to help please you and relieve the aching heat you feel. eventually, after begging for their cocks would they jump at the opportunity. hyunjin would sweetly beg for you to suck him off, promising that he’d massage your scalp while he did, while felix ruts deep into your warm and tight cunt.

you wouldn’t have it any other way though, you love your boys and they all love you so much.

[kittybobitty]

Sharing again for our boy

My brain is about 79% Ratiorine now

Soft morning cuddles

[lexa-griffins]

This may seem completely random but I just discovered your noble x feral au. And I gotta say, it's everything I ever wanted in an abo fic! Like holy shit, I've had the though for a very long time. Like, hey abo dynamics is actually a really good vehicle to study gender role structure and society hierarchy!

Also, as a bio nerd, I actually believe it's possible that if humans were to possess more.... animalistic traits, the "female" (ie the one giving birth/laying eggs) would for sure be in a position of power socially. I mean you hold the power to prevent "males" from passing their genes. That's like the one and only resource that rules over any and all for organisms that reproduce sexually. Since omegas can't get pregnant outside of knotting, this is basically giving them reproduction agency. This translates to social and gender supremacy over alphas/betas in a civilization. It makes sense! (Sure there are other factors, but let me dream dammit😤).

Anyhow, that got away from me. I was gonna ask a question about whether or not Clarke had been a alpha toy to other omegas before lexa but ended up raving about this au.

I think pre-lexa, if Clarke were to be taken by an omega who wasn't very.... kind, it would add to her back story of why she was feral; why she was slow to trust lexa; and why, even when she has to leave the Woods household, she refuses to be gifted to another noble house. Like sure Clarke's not a big fan of the pound, but it's a known evil. She's not about to risk it even if Lexa vouchs for her putative new owner. Also I love me some angst for Clarke. Like after clexa get closer maybe Clarke can talk about what happened, maybe show some of they physical scars etc etc. And then Lexa's like poor bby, come here lemme make you feel good. Just imagine the softness🥺

I need to stop, this is getting out of hand. Imma stop right here.

I!!!! Love playing with the more traditional dynamics of ABO in historical settings!!!!! And!!! Noble x Feral au is one of my attempts and i just love how people seem to love it 🥰 (I have another one with a similar dynamic, although its more clan focused and has some magical elements, its my Omega Queen Lexa and Alpha pack leader Clarke, i can tag it below :) )

No, yes, yes, exactly! This is why, in a noble setting, mates are vetoed by the omega themselves. While, of course, there are desired non physical and personality attributes like family business, wealth, estate, etc. it is the time for the omega to see if their mate is a person they would like to have children with as this is pretty much what their entire relationship entails. Not to say there might not be love, but an alpha is there to give an omega and their family a new generation of children. That is why there is usually more than one alpha courting the same omega as the one who is rejected can be seen as not favorable, and with enough rejections, it could mean no marriage nor children and somewhat of a burden to their families as any child they might have will always belong to the omega family, not theirs (they could marry a beta, but betas are highly discouraged from it because alphas are "too agressive" and omegas have a better grip on them and it could be dangerous for a beta if an alpha loses control. That being said, omegas and betas are very common, and if a beta is from a noble family, it's even encouraged - Lexa's parents are beta/omega). While outside of higher circles, the omega still has a lot more power socially - they are still expected to have children and not work, but in a light that is much more on the "omegas carry and care for children and should not be expected to have to focus on tasks that of work and house work, that is a alphas duty to provide and care for the omega" - things are more liberal and far less by the books as they are in noble circles.

This to say that Clarke growing up with a higher status because of her parents work so she was seen as a somewhat more proper alpha as noble alphas and such are (due to education and how they are socialized very early on to be good and charming unlike eough and unruly lower class alpha). Clarke soon got tired of that role and started to hang out with deliquents and soon found herself as a criminal and thrown in the pound. She has never been a toy before, although she had been with omegas (and other alphas which isn't to heard off, as well as betas, can you say ✨️bi queen✨️) and there have been instances where Clarke felt pretty used by some omegas that felt very unkind and where Clarke was fairly used like a sex toy, so while omegas are taught to distrust alphas and only accept one that was "raised right", alphas also gain a distrust in omegas because there is some violence towards alphas, for sure.

So, it definitely adds to the trust that takes time to build with Lexa. She knows that noble omegas will often be horrible to their toy alphas, and Lexa seems so... untouchable and cold when she gets her from the pound, and yet she is so very gentle with Clarke, and the thing is that still, Clarke's light at the end of the tunel lasts so little because the moment she falls for Lexa, there is no freedom if its not with Lexa and soon her only choice is to go back to the pound and be put down. And somehow that decision comes about much easier to her now, before she was terrified of death but now, knowing her choice is to die having spent all the time she could with Lexa or live the rest of her life without Lexa.... its easy to pick the first. Death doesnt scare her after that, a lifetime without Lexa does. And all because Lexa showed her that softness - a softness Clarke barely ever knew, a softness Lexa never showed, and yet its so limited in time it feels like if they had just met in another time, if Clarke hadn't turned her back to the way she was raised maybe she could even be considered to be Lexa's mate if her parents managed to be influencial enough, maybe if Lexa had run away like she dreamed of once upon a time with Luna. Maybe..... but maybe didnt happen.

[sublimeobservationarcade]

Why Do Men Feel The Need To Kill?

I was thinking about the current state of world affairs, with wars in Ukraine and The Middle East raging. Casting my mind back to the recent global pandemic – remember that? Folk were worried about dying from Covid and governments were doing their best to help their citizens. It was not perfect but there was a caring concern at the top of most people’s priorities. Since then, we have the old economic imperative reasserting its dominance over our lives via inflation and the central bankers' monetary policy hammer. Mister Putin thought that it would, also, be a good time for his Russian forces to invade the rest of Ukraine. Then the putrid sore that was the Israelis’ treatment of the Palestinians flared up via Hamas killing and abducting hostages en masse. Now, we have lots of men killing each other with their tanks and their bombs. Drones are the flavour of the month too, with these high tech toys of death dropping bombs on those down below. Pushing buttons and sending missiles to rain down destruction upon the guilty and the innocent indiscriminately. Why do men feel the need to kill? “Sociologists will tell you that the tendency for men to be more violent than women is a result of traditional gender roles, such that in many cultures boys are raised to believe it’s important for them to be dominant and competitive, while girls are raised to be more nurturing and gentle. Evolutionary psychologists, however, would say that it has more to do with our evolved sex differences and the fact that males have historically competed for status and access to females.” - (https://www.sciencefocus.com/the-human-body/why-are-most-murders-rapes-and-violent-crimes-committed-by-men)

The killing of Abel by Library of Congress is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Men Killing For Power

Mercenaries, soldiers, terrorists, and freedom fighters are all names for men who get to do the same sort of violent activities. Yes, there probably are a few women in the mix but predominantly it’s a guy thing. Killing other human beings. Shooting bullets into lives and ending them. It is a power grab thing. It begins with politics and the machinations of the grab for power over others. It can end with bully boys pointing their guns at those they don’t agree with. White supremacy is a power thing too. Keeping the n****** down. The colonial recent past where the white man brought civilisation to the savage natives. The blue eyed, white skinned Jesus fiction. The Christian smokescreen for an exploitative power grab. There are dumb folk out there who still believe this BS about the superiority of the white race.

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Pretending To Kill In Every American Movie

Have you ever noticed that just about every American movie has someone with a gun in it? Gun violence appears to be the number one fantasy of the American public. No matter the genre, a gun is always proffered as the answer. Most people in their real lives have little to do with guns. What is the big wet dream about toy guns in the movies? Guns and killing with them are portrayed as sexy. You have to say that is one sick fantasy. If you dig down into sex its actually about procreation at its biological core. A gun is a weapon designed to make killing easier. WTF? This American obsession with guns is a distortion of something fundamental in life. Why do men feel the need to kill? Is it because only women carry new life into the world? Is it some f***** up jealousy thing? Man the destroyer? Woman the creator? If American civilisation is crumbling, what will they be remembered for? Probably their guns.

Getting Young Men To Do The Killing In Wars They send very young men to war. They do this because these youngsters aint so good at thinking for themselves about important stuff. Younger guys are easier led. Peer group pressure is more easily manipulated to achieve the aims of the organisation. Getting guys to kill for their country or cause is what it is all about. Older men, who might be fathers, are not going to so readily pull the trigger. Life looms larger in the shadows of a co-creator. I studied ancient history, the ancient Greeks and Romans, and the accounts of their soldiers and leaders are strikingly familiar to our modern day equivalents. We have not really come very far when you get down to it. Several thousand years may have  passed but we are still sending young guys to war. You know plenty of soldiers join up out of boredom and in search of a more exciting life. Travel to exotic places and kill people! I can see the tourist brochure. Not many of us think too deeply about stuff at the best of times.

U.S. President Donald Trump at the 101st by U.S. Department of Agriculture is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 Old Men Point The Finger Old men make the final decisions about who gets killed most times. Our political leaders are invariably grey haired guys. Thinning on top and further away from the start than their demise. The Putin’s and the Trump’s. The Netanyahu’s and the Morrison’s. Old autocrats who firmly believe in the assertion of power. Why do men feel the need to kill? The competitive urge for ever more power at the expense of others? Old men make the bullets and get the young to fire them. High tech warfare is all the rage in the 21C. Drones and missile systems. Push button killing. Blowing up homes and the lives of the innocent – collateral damage. The Israelis are wiping out Gaza. Already, some 25, 000 Palestinians have been killed. Israeli settlers are getting ready to move in and colonise what was once Gaza. They talk about what is written in The Torah and the original name for this part of Israel. This is the trouble with religious belief, the adherents think that the answers are in an old book. No one and nobody else matters but the word of God. The Old Testament is full of violent and righteous Jews. This is why the Christian Nationalists in America love that book more than the wimpy gospels in the New Testament. They can grab one of the 600 million guns and waive it around threateningly ready to smite their enemy. Some lefty liberal with questionable morals. Evangelicals may sin but they don’t proudly rub it in your face. They don’t write children’s books about their secret perversions to be put on display in the local library. God damn those multiplying acronyms LGBTQIA.

The Socially Conservative Smokescreen Russia is a controlling socially conservative place where immoral crimes can land you in prison. The Russian Orthodox Church is firmly behind Mister Putin and his imperialistic expansion. They spin a tale, a false narrative, of Ukrainian moral decay to justify the war and Russia’s invasion. There are parallels with the lies and distortions spread by the GOP Trump cult about their political opponents. Making up stories that demonise ‘the other’ for the purposes of galvanising political support. The politics of grievance rules America and the world in the 21C. Fascists are employing bully boy tactics and brandishing their guns. The strong man is back in town to impose socially conservative rules upon the people. Sin must be put back into the shadows and out of the sunlight. Bronze age beliefs about sexuality, gender, family, and God are to be reimposed upon us. Fox News is trumpeting the message about ‘woke’ being the sheep’s clothing for a socialist take over. Critical Race Theory is one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. Meanwhile, the grifters are taking your money under the cover of this ideological smokescreen. Corporate America in its concentrated oligarchic rentier brilliance is sucking every greenback it can from the population. It has SCOTUS in its pocket with justices bought and paid for. Clarence Thomas and the Trump appointees do the bidding of the highest bidder. Women’s reproductive rights have been horse traded to the religious right for their electoral support. The progressive policies of the late 20C are now under attack, as the right seeks to take back America for the privileged white. Big Business wants regulatory frameworks to be watered down for greater profits. They call this a backlash.

Photo by Sawyer Sutton on Pexels.com Killing To Control Why do men feel the need to kill? January 6th, 2021, at the Capital was full of murderous intent. This was no peaceful protest; this was an insurrection. Police officers died and many were seriously injured defending the Capital. Angry Americans storming the seat of government and smashing things and people. Righteous anger manipulated by a conman, Donald J Trump, and his MAGA co-conspirators. Whipped into a  frenzy by the messaging and social media. These folk were urged to “fight like hell” by Trump. Hundreds of them are now in prison having been prosecuted for their crimes. We wait for the wheels of justice to turn upon the ring leader. I wonder whether wealth and power ever gets served the justice it deserves in the United States of America. We will all have to wait and see. Robert Sudha Hamilton is the author of Money Matters: Navigating Credit, Debt, and Financial Freedom.   ©HouseTherapy

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[monsooninn]

Berakhot 3b: 29. "The Violin."

A new Object is created in this section, that of the Tana Issachar, to Hire the Hired Man, which means to employ male prostitutes.

"The verb תנה (tana) means to hire. The connotation of this verb seems disproportionately often negative, and usually having to do with prostitution. But it should be noted that even though nowadays we recoil in horror at the thought of prostitution, back in Biblical times the prostitute was one of the few social archetypes.

In the same way that a king could be known as a father (of all his people), and the nation as the mother (hence motherland), and the citizens as the sons, so a certain specific society could be known as a prostitute.

Obviously, this could be a society with many sons but typically no husband, that means no central government. Instead, this sort of society sways every which way the gettings are gotten, with no social identity or formal legislation or even military protection."

This process is strongly identified with King David who turned Prince Jonathon into a prostitute and used him as an onramp to the Crown of the Kingdom of Israel and through his apparent choice of delicacies and affinity with the military prostituted to the whole damn thing for the sake of defeating the Philistines and providing the people of Israel who at that time had no home to call their own.

Moses led the people to freedom pulling them by their noserings, David did it by pulling on something else. He was a ruthless killer and paved the way to the promised land through puddles of his enemies' entrails and body parts, but this is what had to be done.

The differereces in metaphors between David and Moses notwithstanding, both men used the Torah to argue for the supremacy of the Temple, of personal and national jurisprudence, and as the the most famous musician and poet in history David's reign suggests for the importance of the arts to the longevity of Hebrew society.

Moses was never a king or a governor, he never owned property. David did everything Moses did plus a few extras but neither had a lasting legacy. Documentation of how this affected the Jewish people and their hopes for Mashiach is why the Talmud was written.

Verse 29 describes how this hope is to become an environment in which all mankind is spared the curses of its ancestors:

29. David, Simana Hova Leah, said Rabbi Acha bar Bizna, Rabbi Shimon Hasida said:

A violin was hanging above David's bed, and since he reached midnight.

One night, a north wind came and blew on him and played music from him, immediately he was standing and engaged in the Torah until the pillar of darkness rose.

Because the pillar of darkness went up, the wise men of Israel came to him. They said to him: Our Lord the King, your people Israel need sustenance.

He said to them: Go and make a living from it. They said to him: There is no handful that satisfies the lion, and no pit is filled with his dust. He said to them: Go and spread your hands in the regiment.

There is no way to satisfy the lion of violence, only the lion of justice. We must come to understand this. We have never ever tried to live without violence not for any prolonged period of time. We have decided to be laissez faire with it and now this very bad habit means all of us are now a party to or a victim of it.

Though we love our US Military soldiers, the forces of darkness led by many of our own people are trying to guarantee they are fight on too many fronts at once, and there will one day be enough strain their agenda needs will be met and many many people will die.

Anytime a vile person or regime starts a fight, like George W. Bush, or Donald Trump, or Bashar Assad or Vladimir Putin, you send every ship, gun, plane, pair of boots and spare pair of hands and you kill them and their army before an intractable war starts.

George Bush is the only leader in history to employ this tactic, during the Gulf War and he stopped a kind of pre-World War 3 right then in about two weeks. We have allowed Ukraine, Syria, Israel, etc. to suffer for years and years and now American and European soils are now engaged in Defense Conditions.

President Biden is an oaf and a coward. If I were president that creeping, loathsome, shambling, illiterate savage Mitch McConnell would have already had a bullet in his head after all the criminal acts he's performed while in office. Now the cunt is getting compliments from our most dire enemy during a time we are at war. What a fucker.

And what is the President going to say when it come time to do what should have been done a long time ago? "Sorry I was late in protecting 13% of the world's food source and the people that produce it, we had a little trouble printing arrest warrants for a bunch of pedophiles who have obtained state power illegally? Whoops!"

We cannot dawdle over this. We Americans must relieve Ukraine and force the Russians off their land the same way George Bush forced Saddam Hussein out of Kuwait. We have to cleanse the US Gov of corruption and get the work of caring for the people done with efficacy. The Black Pillar, midnight before the Right Time is upon us and we must go into the uknown as the Mishnah says with the Music and the North Wind, what is hidden by God, the future at our backs.

Since we've thought about it, trained for it but never done it, we need to be willing to be Issachar, weak, but weak together in the name of defining the nation in the cause of the light. We need to rapidly employ ourselves to this cause and the outcome- peace on earth at last -will be the wages.

It's not quite as glamorous sounding as hiring a bunch of male prostitutes, but the premise underlying both is the same: take the money, the job albeit unpleasant at times has to be done.

The Values in Gematria for the above verses follow:

a. "David- a sign you are required to follow, meaning business with the men in the field, the lubrication of the stork."

The Value in Gematria is 3066,גאֶפֶסו‎‎ו‎, gapesou, "gather in peace in order to negate what is false and emphasize what is true."

"The particle ου (ou) — spelled ουκ (ouk) when the next letter is a vowel — is one of two common particles of negation; the other one is μη (me) and both happen all over the New Testament.

The difference between the two is that ου (ou) describes an objective negation and μη (me) a subjective one. The difference there is that a subjective negation says no to one of multiple options while an objective one disregards those.

A subjective negation has to do with condition, supposition or even aspiration, and is often part of constructions like "may it not happen" or "if not/ would not". Our particle ου (ou), on the other hand, describes an absolute and blunt non-existence without further review of alternatives — NO! — the opposite is ναι (nai), meaning yes (MATTHEW 5:37).

On occasion, these two particles of negation occur side by side, as μη ου (me ou), an interrogative expression (ROMANS 10:18, 1 CORINTHIANS 9:4). But, in the eloquence of Spiros Zodhiates, "in this combination, me is interrogative and the ou belongs solely to the verb following" (Complete Wordstudy Dictionary).

Note that while our modern Boolean sense of negation dictates that two negatives create one positive (not-no means yes), in Greek a double negation emphasizes it (no-no means absolutely not)."

b. A violin was suspended...the Value in Gematria is 4027, דאֶפֶסב‎ז‎, dafesbez, "Understanding comes out of the mouth of the faithful like lightning."

Bezek [N] [H] [S] lightning. The residence of Adoni-bezek, in the lot of Judah ( Judges 1:5 ). It was in the mountains, not far from Jerusalem. Probably the modern Bezkah, 6 miles south-east of Lydda.

c. The Pillar of Darkness went up...the Value in Gematria is 7415 ��דאה‎, zada, "understand the brilliance of the Commandments."

d. The Regiment= the Value in Gematria is 7843, זח‎דג‎, zadahg, "the brilliance of the understanding of the brotherhood of mercury."

Hg in Judaism represents the god Mercury who traveled from the high realms to the low to plead for the poor and bring them hope. I cannot help but believe this Gemara is indeed telling us what to do with about this World War 3, even though we are not precisely sure how. Only that nothing will go wrong if we try back away from it and try to help the suffering it has left behind. Surely we yet have the money, manpower and technology available for this.

[dirtyvulture]

how about alpha!R getting horny see Natasha!Omega tending their pups

Nat frantically shooing the kids into another room to watch TV just in time for R to pin her against the wall and pound into her until she can't walk right the next day 😭

[simeon-with-a-shotgun]

Listen, I'm in need of sero hanta fics. Full fics (multiple chapters), slowburns, friends/roomate to lovers, soulmate, even a/b/o.😭

If anyone see this and writes any or knows any on her or ao3 or any site please tag me!!👉👈🥺🥺🥺🥺

Feel free to tag me in literally any of these for aizawa kirishima bakugou shigaraki and deku as well

[swampsidemusings]

okay if i wrote an abo mash fanfic would yalls read it?

it would probably be beejhawk or maybe Hawkeye x Mulcahy

[dirtyvulture]

What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

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Awww Alpha!Nat would be so sad she can't officially knot her omega 🥺

But then the Avengers unite to help her out ❤️ which they later regret when they can't get any sleep for the next few days because Nat and R won't stop going at it lmao

[hazelhalfpint]

Hey All!

I didn’t actually get a chance to post it here when I originally made the Twitter thread but I’ve got a new BakuDeku fic up on AO3!

It’s A/B/O Dynamics and loosely inspired by the movie “The Proposal” ^^

If you like that sort of thing you can check it out here