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[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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[dirtyvulture]

WE'RE HAVING TWO?????

To Call You Mine

Chapter 11

Authors note: don't ask me how you'd determine a babys birth gender in an Omegaverse, just pretend with me lmao

Word count: 1564

Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist TCYM Masterlist

4 months

   You lazily stretch as you sit up in the nest, trying your best to not wake the sleeping Omega by your side just yet. One free from your still slumbering mates hold, you tiptoe off to the bathroom to take care of your business before you head to make breakfast.

   Now in the kitchen, you pull a package of bacon and the carton of eggs out of the fridge and bring them over to the counter next to the stove. You grab a couple of pans and turn on the burners, waiting for them to warm up before you lay a few slices of meat in one and crack a few eggs in the other. You add a pinch of spices and some minced veggies to them before mixing up the yolks and whites, getting everything well and scrambled as they cook.

   The delicious aromas make their way back to the bedroom, which causes Natasha to stir from her slumber. She groggily blinks away the remainder of sleep before checking in on Dima on the monitor. Satisfied that he's still asleep she tosses her blanket aside and makes her way to the kitchen.

   A smile spreads across her face as she sees you at the stove, cooking a meal for your family. Getting to witness and experience what she never thought she’d get with you, always elicits a warmth within her, like all the love and safety you've ever shown her has just made a home there within her. And she really hopes that never goes away. A meow pulls her from her thoughts and she stifles a giggle when she sees the small black furball pawing at your ankle, looking up at you as if she’d not had a meal all month.

   “Don’t give me that look, little miss” you coo at her, though all it gets you is another pitiful meow, “Oh fine, even though you don’t need it, I can’t say no when you look at me like that.”

   Liho patiently waits as you cut up a small piece of bacon for her, and you can’t believe how the feline has both you and Nat wrapped around her paw already. If this is how bad you both are with a cat, you worry what it'll be like once the pups are all talking properly. They're all going to be so spoiled, not that you truly minded. Afterall, you’d have spoiled Natasha much more than you already had if it didn’t surpass her comfort levels. 

   “Here, eat up you little menace” you tell her, placing the bacon in front of her before patting her head

   “That better not be my bacon you just gave away”

   You turn around and smile at your adorable Omega, who still has sleep tousled hair, “I don’t have a death wish, baby. I know not to touch your bacon”

   “Good” she affirms, but the smile on her lips confirms she's only teasing, “I wouldn’t want you to have to sleep on the couch”

   You laugh, “Wow, not only banned from the nest, but the bed too”

   She shrugs, “I take my bacon very seriously” 

   “You know what I take seriously?” you ask, not waiting for a reply, “My morning kisses”

   She smiles and shakes her head at your antics, but doesn’t hesitate to step forward into your awaiting arms. Your hands rest on her hips protectively as she leans forward to connect her lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

   “Better?” she teases, pulling back from you slightly

   You lean in to peck her lips a second time, “Now it is”

   A cute blush settles across her cheeks and she decides she wants to distract you so you don’t comment on it, “Are you excited for today?”

   “Of course I am!” you reply, eyes lighting up as you look at her, “I can’t wait to see how many you're carrying! And so long as they're healthy, I’ll be happy!”

  Nats smile widens almost impossibly. Bruce hadn’t cared one way or the other how many she was with, all he cared about was the fact that he had succeeded in getting her knocked up after how much resistance she had given him. And he was also adamant that it had better be a son. He needed to have one so badly that she was actually scared of what he'd do if she ended up having just a girl. But thankfully the universe had been kind enough to appease him, and now it had finally been kind to her.

    “What about you, detka(baby)?”

   Your voice brings her back to the present and she nods, “I am too, and as much as I’ll love them regardless, I really do want a little girl”

   You adoringly watch on as she brings a hand up to caress her bump, and you know then that if you haven’t been successful with getting a girl this time, you would happily try again and again if necessary.

   “3 o'clock really can’t come soon enough”

   She chuckles, “I was just thinking the same thing. But let's eat breakfast and maybe time will pass by a bit quicker once I get Dima up”

   Time does indeed move faster once your pup is awake and fed, and before you even know it you and your mate are greeting Yelena at the door. You exchange quick pleasantries with her as well as thanking her for coming over to watch her nephew. She of course only waves you off

   “It's no trouble. He is my nephew afterall. Besides, he and I get along like a house on fire!”

   Nat turns her gaze away from her sister beaming smile and to you, “That's what worries me”

   Yelena pouts a bit, obviously having heard but she remains quiet, at a loss for what to say just yet. And you shrug, “I think it's safe enough for now. When he gets older though and can walk and talk properly, we may have a problem then” 

   “Hey! I am right here!” the blonde speaks up with a dramatic flair of her hands

   You and your mate both chuckle, and your Omega moves to embrace her sister once more, “And we thank you so much for being her and being the brunt of our jokes.”

   “Yeah yeah” she mumbles, hugging Nat back regardless, “Now go on, I know how excited you both are so stop tormenting me and get to your appointment”

   Your Omega eagerly nods and removes herself to say another quick goodbye to Dima which you join her in. As the two of you went to the garage you can hear the Beta call out, “I expect a phone call as soon as you leave the doctors!”

   You chuckle at how excited she is, knowing you both feel the same way, “We’ll call you!”

   Once at the doctor's office the two of you can hardly contain your excitement. Sitting next to you, Natasha is practically vibrating. If someone didn’t know better they'd think she was overly jittery due to too many cups of coffee. But you knew that wasn’t the case, and so her actions were quite adorable.

   You were about to offer up some words to help ease her nerves and calm her a bit, but before you get the chance a nurse opens the door to the waiting room and calls her name. The two of you follow her back down the hallway until you get to the room she's chosen for you both. She takes your Omegas blood pressure and listens to her heart beat before helping her get settled on the bed. She gets the ultrasound machine ready and then leaves to get the doctor.

   “You okay, Omega?” you ask, reaching out to grab her hand

   She nods, “Just a little nervous. I don’t want anything to be wrong”

   “I know detka(baby)” you offer her a reassuring smile, “Just remember that I’m right here”

   She nods just as the doctor enters. She exchanges greetings with the two of you before getting settled at the ultrasound machine. She lifts up your mate's shirt and slides her pants waistband down a bit to fully expose her bump, followed by her squeezing some of the cold gel onto her skin there. Natasha shudders a bit at its temperature and the doctor apologizes. She slowly moves the wand around while studying the screen in front of her. Though you know it's less than a minute, it feels like she's silent for an hour before she finally speaks

   “Everything is looking really good. Both mom and pups look healthy”

   “Pups?” Nats asks, her eyes lighting up as she smiles at you

   The doctor smiles and turns the screen towards the two of you and you both watch as a fuzzy black and white image takes shape, “Right there you can see them both”

    Natashas eyes begin to water as she sees the pups outlines, “We’re having twins, Alpha”

  “Yeah we are” you respond, a few tears of your own building, “Can you tell what they are?”

   The doctor looks back at the screen for a few moments before answering, “Congrats, looks like you're having two little girls”

   Natashas hand tightens its grip on yours and you offer her a brilliant smile, “Hear that Omega? Girls.”

   She matches your smile with one of her own, “I can’t wait to tell Yelena”

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[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.

[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.

[dirtyvulture]

Possessive Alpha Nat? 🫠🫠

Someone please hold me (preferably the one mentioned above).

Are u comfortable with doing abo? If so would u mind doing a protective/possessive soft alpha natasha x fem reader? Something more intimate than sexy, I'm a major sucker for intimacy. If not no worries, I hope ur doing well author. I hope ur eating plenty, drinking lots of water, getting good sleep

Thank you<3 I promise I am because I’m currently sick atm lol. First time writing something like this, so I hope it’s okay! Enjoy. I’m a sucker for intimacy as well.

You're MY Omega

Summary: When everyone seems to want to claim you as their Omega, Natasha steps in and makes sure they know their place and finally claims you as hers as you share an intimate night together.

Pairings: Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem Reader

Warnings: Alpha Nat, Possessive/Jealous Nat, Nat Punching Someone lol, Soft Nat, Fluff, Smut. 18+ Only

Word Count: 1.8k

Dorogoy (Darling)

You rub your eyes as you make your way into the kitchen, the need for food the first thing on your mind this morning. You and your desired Alpha, Natasha, have plans to spend the day together and you are hoping that things can finally take a turn between the two of you today. The need for her to claim you is getting too much each day you’re next to her, but you aren’t sure if you are her desired Omega. Her senses always overwhelm you, but you painfully hold yourself back. You walk into the kitchen and see Wanda making breakfast, giving her a friendly smile as you make your way towards the fridge.

“Morning Y/n, how are you this morning?” she smiles at you as she looks you up and down, staring at your exposed legs. You pretend you don’t notice as you pour some juice in a cup and drink it. “I’m good, how are you Wanda?” you ask her politely. She bites her lip as she looks at you. “Much better now that you’re here” your cheeks flush as you look away. Wanda is an Alpha that always tries to get close to you. You don’t let her as you don’t want to give her the wrong idea, but you aren’t claimed by anyone, so it does not stop her. “Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you, or better yet, give you something else to satisfy your hunger?” she purrs as she steps closer to you. You avert your eyes as you go to stutter out a reply but before you can say anything, you hear a growl as Natasha makes her way into the kitchen.

“Sorry Wanda but Y/n and I have plans to go out for breakfast and spend the day together, isn’t that right dorogoy?” you blush as you smile shyly at her, nodding your head yes. “Let’s go then, I’m starving!” she smiles at you as she wraps her arm around your shoulder and drags you out of the kitchen. The heat radiating off her body brings you immediate comfort, and you don’t notice the way Natasha glares at Wanda on your way out.

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“Ugh I’m stuffed, thank you for breakfast Nat” you give her a soft smile that makes her feel a million things at once. When Natasha saw you this morning with Wanda, she couldn’t contain the possessive growl from coming out of her mouth. You are her desired Omega, and she wants nothing more then to claim you and make you hers, but she’s afraid you wouldn’t want her and she can’t take that rejection from you. She’s interrupted from her thoughts as she sees a man approach the table.

“Well hello there, what is a beautiful omega like you doing out here without an Alpha? I would love to take you back home with me if your friend here doesn’t mind” The possessive growl that Natasha lets out makes your eyes widen, you look at her as she glares at the man. “Back off before I make you” he smirks as he looks at her. “What are you going to do about it? She’s unclaimed and I would love nothing more than to take her home with me an-“ his words get cut off as Natasha punches him straight in the nose, a sickening crack being heard. “Nat!” you pull her back as he clutches his nose and runs off to the bathroom to check the damage. Natasha drops a hundred-dollar bill on the table and walks out of the diner with you hot on her heels. You could smell the distress and anger coming from her and you rush to catch up with her.

“Nat! slow down please” you grab onto her arm, and she stops walking, instantly calming down from your touch. You look at her as she turns to face you, the worried look in your eyes making her feel guilty. “I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t like the way he was talking to you and looking at you. I would kill him if I could” You smile at her protective nature, the thought that she wants you for herself as only hers makes your need to be claimed by her even stronger. “I can’t take it anymore; I want you Y/n. I want to be your Alpha. I want to claim you and make you mine. You’re MY omega” she growls out, the need to claim you strong as she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, gripping your waist in a possessive hold as she pulls you closer to her. You deepen the kiss, tasting and feeling nothing but her, pulling back when the need to breathe become necessary. She nuzzles her face into your scent gland and breathes you in, purring as she smells the love and arousal coming from you. You grab her face and look into her eyes as you whisper against her lips. “Make me yours Alpha, claim me”

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She rids you of your clothes, getting you completely naked as she takes off her clothes as well, leaving herself in only her boxers as she lays you down on her bed, kissing on your neck softly as she gets comfortable on top of you, whimpering when she makes contact with your scent gland, your smell is strong as she continues to deposit kisses along your neck and chest. Her hands roam your body as she leaves more kisses in their wake, her hands cupping your breasts as she softly squeezes them. “My omega, all mine, you look so beautiful under me” you whimper as you feel her tongue on your nipple, your body shivering at the softness emitting from her.

“Please Alpha, make me yours” she shushes you as she kisses your lips softly, the feeling of her bulge through her boxers making your head spin as you let out a quiet moan. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time and she wants to enjoy every moment of it. She wants to make love to you and take care of you. She slowly grinds against your core a few times, relishing in the way you moan and whimper underneath her. You are the most beautiful Omega she has ever laid her eyes on, and you are all hers. “Please Alpha, please please please” she growls as your breathless voice makes her cock throb in her boxers. “God baby, the things you do to me. I’m going to claim you as mine, all mine”

You grab her face, kissing her again as you get lost in the feeling of her lips and her covered bulge grinding against your core. “You won’t leave me, right?” you ask her softly, the insecurity in your voice being heard. She shakes her head as she strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes and smiling softly. “Never. I love you Y/n. I want to make you mine and give you my pups. God you’re going to look so beautiful carrying them. My beautiful Omega” she kisses your nose and you blush, watching as she rids herself from her boxers, her cock hard and standing up straight. You bite your lip and moan as her scent is strong in the air. All you see, feel and smell is her. “I love you too, my Alpha. Please make me yours. I can’t wait any longer”

She strokes her cock as she looks down at you, admiring you as she stares down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. She will forever be yours and do anything and everything for you and that you ask of her. You blush as you move to cover your body as she admires you, but she lays back down on top of you, sliding her cock up and down your folds to get it wet. “Don’t hide yourself from me pretty girl. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I’m so lucky to have you as my Omega” You blush from her words; a breathless moan being ripped out of you at the feeling of her cock against you. She slowly slides her cock inside you, letting you adjust to her size. “If it hurts or you want to stop, just let me know, I never want to hurt you” You kiss her as you wrap your legs around her waist, whispering against her lips. “I’m ready, please make me yours.” You gasp at the stretch as she goes deeper, her worried gaze as she looks down at you making your heart beat in your chest. “I’m okay, I promise. Please don’t stop” she slides in and out of you at a slow pace, letting you adjust to her size, the feeling of your walls squeezing her making her knot so close to being released.

“F-faster, please Alpha, you feel so good inside me” she moves her cock deeper inside you, taking her time as she enjoys the feeling of you around her,  the feeling of her inside you making your head feel all fuzzy. You feel her tongue on your sweat gland, her teeth grazing the skin there as her speed picks up. “Gonna mark you Y/n, gonna make you mine. My Omega. I love you” you whimper at her words, the feeling of her inside you and the smell in the air so overwhelming that you start to see stars once you close your eyes, your release so close. You move your head to the side as you present your neck to her. “Please mark me, make me yours. Give me your knot Alpha, please claim me” she growls as she moves deeper inside you, wanting to feel all of you, getting ready to push her knot inside you. You feel her bite down on it, instantly cumming on her cock as she marks you, a powerful orgasm washing over you. “Oh fuck, Nat!” she shivers as you cum around her cock, the feeling causing her to release herself inside you, her seed filling you up as she pushes her knot inside you, nuzzling her face against your mark, licking it and breathing you in. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you come down from your high, kissing her as you look into her eyes.

“I love you, please Alpha can I mark you?” she kisses your lips softly once more as she nods her head, feeling you sink your teeth into her gland, moaning as her cock twitches inside you, wrapping her arms around your body to keep you close and stay inside you longer. She kisses you as she moves inside you again, whispering against your lips as you let out a moan. “I love you more than you will ever know my beautiful Omega, and I’m going to show you just how much. Going to make you all round with my pups” you moan as she moves inside you again; and you know you’re in for a long night of love making with your Alpha.

[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 🤤

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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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[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.

[ll-underestimated-ll]

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[dirtyvulture]

The story? The smut?? The writing??? 😵‍💫 You have been blessed with many talents and do not let them go to waste.

Everyone needs to read all of this right now.

Unspoken

(i.e. The One Chance: Chapter 4)

Alpha!Nat & Omega!Reader

Summary: You and Natasha both have something left unsaid.

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Natasha had it all planned out, down to the second. This weekend is your birthday and she’d bought tickets to your favourite ballet that was only showing in the city. That meant it lined up as the perfect gift alongside a weekend in the city and a night in a fancy hotel. 

And, after the show she was going to tell you everything.

She just hoped to god that it wasn’t going to be a disaster. But the truth remained that she couldn’t keep doing this forever…

~~~

Shitty days happened and what started as a shoulder to cry on, tonight, turned into straddling Natasha's lap in the back seat of her car with her pants by her ankles. 

Late night drives for burgers have long been a sacred occasion. Sometimes they're quiet, but mostly it's a chance for the two of you to talk about anything and everything you couldn’t say to other people. Natasha’s concerns typically involve her job and training for tournaments. All the pressure catches up to her and you listen to her dream of a quieter life. 

Tonight your heart’s heavy and for the first time you won’t speak a word of it to Natasha. She waits patiently until halfway through her burger, she places it down in her lap to take your uneaten one from your shaky hands. 

The worried look she gives you breaks the last piece of your strong front and you let the first tear fall.

“Come here.” She throws the burgers onto the console above the wheel and holds an arm out for you to sink into. 

It’s awkward with the odd angle to lean over her seat but Natasha rubs a soothing hand over your shoulder that makes the pain go away. 

You have half a mind to tell her. She already knows it’s coming but your father had informed you this morning that the Alpha he’s been talking to is coming in 2 weeks. He’d shown you a picture and looking at his smug, rich face made it all the more real. What you have with Natasha is a fantasy that feels like it's starting to crack and crumble.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I want to forget… just for a little while.”

“Okay,” She murmurs. 

She places a soft, innocent kiss to the side of your head. 

You tilt back from her shoulder and meet her lips in a fervent kiss. At this point her lips are almost familiar and it’s strange to think there was a time you only dreamt of how she’d taste. Her lips are smoother than velvet and she’s endlessly careful, she kisses like she’s desperate to give you what you want.

Natasha’s always been an intoxicating mix of feminine and masculine. Beautiful and softly spoken but fiercely competitive and proud. 

It’s in her body too, the contrast between her soft hips and the strength in her legs, the hard muscle in her core hides behind the silky cover of her stomach. When you crawl into the back seat after her and swing a leg over her lap to straddle her, you can feel that mix of hard and soft. The way her thighs easily lift your weight as she pulls you in closer but then they’re all softness and warmth under you when you sit back down. 

She presses in close, chest to chest when she searches for your lips again. Her head tilts slightly up to reach you and she pulls you down with a bossy hand at the base of your skull. 

Your fingers sneak in the tiny gap between you and inch under the bottom of her shirt to press palms into the bare skin of her hips. 

She pauses for a moment and glances down at your hand disappearing under her clothes, “I thought I was meant to be distracting you?” 

“You are,” You mumble back, an uncontainable smile getting in the way of your kiss to her mouth.

She slips in easier than before, you’re wet and open wide over her lap. It still takes your breath away and you clamp down on her shoulders, warning her as your hips threaten to jump up and away from her at the first twinge of pain from the harsh stretch.

She inches slowly after that, her gaze intense and focused on your face for guidance. You’re skin to skin when she’s filled you to the brim and you let your weight drop onto her bare thighs. 

“Fuck,” She whispers, dropping her forehead to yours.

You can see the hot flush in her cheeks already, the air in the car already heating up and fogging the windows. 

When you lift yourself higher on your knees and she drives up, slamming into you and lifting you high. You bounce with her motion and drop back down onto her as she thrust into you again. 

“Tasha, oh god,” You moan, hiccuping on your words and scrambling to make sense of all the overwhelming sensations. 

One hand claws at the roof of her car and the other slides for a grip on the backseat. The angle’s hitting something strange in your walls, each punch of her cock against it makes you gasp and writhe for more.

“F-fuck, are you okay?” Natasha’s hips stutter to a stop after a particularly brutal thrust to that spot makes you shriek. She looks at you nervous, your mixed signals confusing her and she’s not sure whether you’re tethering on the side of pleasure.

“Don’t stop!”

You’re close, edging on something intense. Natasha has a spare hand reach from its grip on your hip towards your clit and she circles tightly around the swollen nub. 

Her face is struck in awe and concentration, her lips are swollen with the heat and how zealously you've been kissing. She blows the hair out of her face, huffing with the effort it takes to keep her pace between your legs. 

All the pressure is too much, your legs give out and your hips rut against her hand. Her thrusts into you are suddenly fast and so much harder as she pumps into your spasming, clenched walls. A gush of wetness bursts out, soaking her cock and your thighs and wetting the bottom of Natasha’s shirt. 

The climax is high, blissfully sky high but the drop takes you down just as far. Natatasha humping movements into you quickly become painful and you wince into the crease of her neck. She senses the tension in your spine and slows to a pause. 

“Sorry,”

“S'okay," You murmur. 

You don’t have to say anything more, Natasha pulls herself back and out of your cunt. 

The sight of her, breathless and needy and still rock hard wakes you from the post-orgasm haze. You shuffle down between her legs and slot yourself in the small space between the front and back seats. 

“Y/N,” Natasha says, quick and low. 

“Uh, nuh… you’re only allowed to stop me if you don’t want me to do it.”

“You don’t have to,” She whispers faintly.

Your hands slide up her thighs, pressing teasingly into the sensitive skin at her inner thighs that are creamy and soft under your fingertips.

“I…” You peel back the sopping plastic from her cock and place a light kiss to the head, “.. want to.”

It takes maybe half a minute, she’s on the edge as soon as your lips close around her. You bob down as far as you can, swirling your tongue and pushing forward until she hits the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes tightly, holding back the urge to gag even as your eyes water. Your heart rate starts to sky rocket as your airway obstructs but there’s a thrill behind the instinctual fear when it's blurred by a safe reality.

You push gently past the first resistance in your throat and she gets caught halfway. The broadness of her head is stuck there, but she whimpers and moans. The tightness must be enjoyable because the instant you try to swallow around her, she cums. 

“FUCK!” She whimpers and her first instinct is to push deeper, thrust further into your throat but she won’t let herself. She pulls back, leaving only the head of her cock between your lips and she whips her hand down to jerk the rest of her length furiously. 

You wipe your lips as you rise back up to meet her. 

“We can’t go home like this.” She mumbles, thumbing at the mess on your chin and dropping her gaze to take in the crumpled and wet mess of her clothes. 

I’m already home, you think, but you can’t say it. Instead you shake your head at her with a sheepish smile.

Natasha reads the hesitance in your eyes, mistaking it for your typical reluctance to go home. 

“Hey, it’s not for long. We’ll be out of here on Saturday morning, coasting on the highway and totally free.”

The shine in her eye's is adorable. If it was possible to fall deeper in love with her, then in this moment, you are.

~~~

“Come on, harder Natasha!” 

Alexei is terrifying enough as it is, he’s a big alpha with a huge presence. It’s nothing compared to the way he roars at Natasha. She’s under a barbell that looks like it could crush her, a stack of weights on each side threatening to bend the metal of the bar. 

“Get it up!” He growls.

She groans as she slams the bar back on the rack and Alexei pulls her up to her feet. He pats her on the back proudly. The height of her head only reaches his shoulder, but she doesn’t look small next to him.

With her back turned to you, you can see the wide patches of sweat on her shirt where it drips down her spine and spreads out along her lower back. She’s panting and you catch her gaze in the huge mirrors. 

She spins around with a smile.

“I’ll be right there.” She mouths to you across the gym.

You step back into the change room reserved for athletes and wait in front of Natasha’s locker.

“Hey, you’re here early.”

“Yeah, sorry.” You rush, the air in your lungs disappears and you feel like the words are suffocating. You gasp for a breath, “I just - Well, I was excited and ready so, um.”

Natasha steps closer and you put your rambling to rest by finally pressing up into her lips. She murmurs something intelligible against your lips and her hands slink for your waist. 

She pushes forwards hard and your back collides with the metal locker. The door slams shut and the force jostled the ones next to you, the loud crash echoes through the room. 

Natasha rips back, her hand searching for the back of your head.

“I’m fine.” You immediately assure her, already trying to entice her back into a kiss.

“I’m so sor-,” She starts to whisper, but your lips crash back into hers, muffling any apology on her tongue.

You make out against the lockers, Natasha hips pressing in close, and you caress the taunt, sweaty skin of her abdomen with teasing fingertips and warm palm that holds her gently.

You pull away with a soft smack, and she searches your face for any clues on what to do next. 

“Ah,” You groan lightly, “You should go back, someone’ll see us here.”

You hand smooths the shirt stretching over her shoulder and you give her a pat.

The flirty smile you give her is more confident than you feel.

“I’ll wait for you upstairs?”

“Yeah, I'll be fast.” She rasps, still playing catch-up with her hazy head. She watches as you sneak out the door and it’s a struggle to tear her eyes away from the sway of your hips. When you’re gone she drops back against the locker, her head tilting back with an overwhelmed sigh.

Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.

When Natasha shuffles back into the weight room, she’s met with a knowing look from Alexei. He lifts a bushy eyebrow at her when she sits down. 

“What?” She quips, hoping to wipe the obnoxious look off his face.

“What was that about?” He asks, eyeing the door where you just left. 

Natasha shrugs him off, “Nothing.”

Alexei slides an extra plate onto her shoulder press and watches carefully for his daughter's reaction, “Have you told her yet?” 

“Nope.” Natasha murmurs, popping with ‘p’ with finality.

“Hmm, it’s strange.” He says, cryptic and annoyingly tight-lipped for the first time in his life. 

“What?” She mutters, busing herself with a pair of dumbbells, keen to get back to you.

“You said you’re just friends.” He explains, “But omegas don’t just act like that… without a bond.”

Natasha turns to him, frozen stiff.

“No,” Natasha shakes her head emphatically, “That’s just Y/N, she’s always been like that.”

Alexei hums thoughtfully, “Well, don’t wait too long to tell her.”

“Yeah, I know.” Natasha grunts impatiently and takes a frustrated grip on the bar.

“It’ll only get harder, the longer you put it off.” He warns.

She knows he means well, but his words of caution already echo in her mind. I’m telling her tonight, she promises to herself.

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The show was magnificent. Everything you’d dreamt of and more. The atmosphere was unlike anything you’d experienced, elegant and powerful. It meant the most sitting among the crowd with Natasha beside you. 

“I used to dance… ballet. You know?”

Natasha turns to face you on the bed, her face squishing into the pillow around her red hair. It’s getting late, you’d caught a taxi back to the hotel room after the concert but all the energy and excitement stops you both from settling down for sleep.

“What?” You spin to her, shocked. “You never told me that!”

She chuckles, self-conscious but secretly delighted by your enthusiasm and the awed look in your eyes. 

“Natasha!” You’re practically vibrating, “Oh my god!” 

You slow down for a breath and flip your tone at the shy look on her face, “That’s amazing, I bet you were good at it.”

She mumbles a half-hearted denial, “I was okay… it was really intense.”

“Oh?”

“Hmm.” 

Her energy drops into something more mellow and she sinks deeper into the pillow.

“A bad ‘intense’?”

Green eyes take a timid look at you and her gaze flickers between both your eyes.

“Sometimes… but there were moments away from that, when it was the music and it moving you… that was the best part.”

Natasha’s a never ending labyrinth of mystery. Just when you think you’ve seen inside her walls, she shows you another locked door. Sometimes it’s safe to knock and other times you know you’ll need to wait for her to open it on her own terms.

But tonight, you’re feeling brave.

“Would you show me?” You ask softly and she looks at you open but totally unreadable.

“Please?”

“Yeah,” She says lightly. 

She slides off the puffy hotel bed sheets and moves to the small space between the foot of the bed and the wall. Her socks slide with a little friction of the carpet and she holds a hand out to you on the bed. 

“Come’re,” She waves you up to her.

“Oh! Okay…” 

You take a couple of awkward steps around to her, “I thought this was going to be more of a demonstration- ”

“Just take my hand.” She counters, sharp and playful.

You answer her feebly, “Ok.”

Your fingers slide over her palm and she gently gasps your hand. 

You watch her move her feet, joining her heels together and pointing her feet outwards into a straight line.

“This is the first position.” She says. 

As you try to copy her, you start to lose your balance forward and her gasp on your hand lifts you back up. You hold her hand tight for balance and she stays still, strong and stable as a beam. Your wobbling becomes smaller as you keep constantly adjusting and using her as an anchor.

“Oh god…. How are you so… still!”

She chuckles lightly, smiling unashamedly at the way you waver on your heels.

Her feet step outwards and then swiftly back together, crossed at a weird looking angle, “Second and fourth position.” She rasps, pointing at her feet with her spare hand.

“Ooookay.” You mumble and clumsily copy her movement.

Your hair starts to fall into your face from looking down at your feet and your ankles are already starting to hurt from the stretch.

“Ugh… This is only making the concert so much more impressive.”

Natasha hums in agreement.

“Here, I’ll show you a pirouette.”

She drops your hand down gently and takes a step back. Her feet start crossing over and she vaults into a gentle spin, turning around on a single leg and landing back in the same spot like she’d never left. Her dress floats in the air behind her and sweeps down behind her knees when she lands. It’s rare to see her dressed like that, elegant and feminine and soft.

Your eye had practically bulged out from your head at the sight of her when she’d stepped out of the bathroom in a dress, fancy and half on its way to a gown.

“That was beautiful, Nat.” You say and the soft smile she meets you with is addicting and overwhelming all at once. 

You clear your throat, “I could show you this old girl…”

Your arm tense and you hunch your shoulder, moving your arms at an angle and imitating an uncoordinated robot.

“Eeep, beep, beep!” You softly mumble out some awkward imitations of robotic arms.

Natasha laughs, thankfully relieved of the pressure.

“Oh, that’s nice… yeah!”

Your arms freeze midair, “Yeah?”

“Or I could do… this,”

You lift your arms and perform an arm wave, rolling your joints in a smooth movement from your wrist to elbow to shoulder and past your chest to the other arm.

“The only thing missing is music.” You jest.

Natasha pulls her phone out and flicks open a playlist. The first song that comes on is slightly upbeat and she dances with you, her own robot and little groove showing up. 

Your mid-laugh, her raspy giggle setting your heart on fire when the song ends abruptly and a slower tune plays from the small speaker.

Her fingers stay intertwined with yours as they drop, slow and mellow by your waist.

“How do you feel about slow dancing?” She asks.

You tilt your head thoughtfully, “I think I would like it.”

“You’ve never…?”

You shake her head as she trails off, "I'm way too awkward."

Natasha frowns lightly and she shakes her head, "You are not awkward," She assures you, "At all."

She steps in close and pulls your joined hands up towards her shoulder. When she untangles your fingers, she presses your hand to ridge at her neck and shoulder. 

“One hand goes here,” She says softly.

“Okay,”

“And the other…” She reaches for the hand clutched nervously at your waist, “Goes in mine… like this.”

As she steps you back, your feet naturally follow but in smaller steps that feel ridiculous. She passes the edge of the bed and into a slightly bigger space, still cramped between the wall, the bed and a little table, but it’s enough space to move a few small steps in either direction.

She reaches her free hand under yours at her shoulder and she gently curves her arm around your waist, pressing her palm flat and warm against your lower back. Her embrace is like a hug, tight and gentle and close. Your hips press millimetres from flush against hers and it forces your movements to be as smooth as hers. 

She guides you easily, naturally and smooth as silk. Two steps forward, then another to the side, two steps backwards and another to the side. Flowing with the soft, slow music and perfectly paced for the tiny space.

Without heels on Natasha is almost your height, slightly taller but broader. Your chin rests just above her collar bone and it lets you lean in closer, almost swaying cheek to cheek as you look over her shoulder.

It's wonderful, but it’s also excruciating. 

You can almost feel Natasha’s heartbeat. You can clearly feel the muscle under your palm, the edge of soft skin at her neck. You can smell her. 

You can’t help but wonder who will have the pleasure of smelling her, one day, everyday for the rest of their life. Her bond has been a tightly held secret and you understand, Alpha’s are like that. Their bonds are spiritual, uncontrollable and deeply personal. But you can’t help thinking about it, itching to ask her. The fear that she’ll say someone’s name holds you back. If she’s already bonded, then you’ve missed your chance.

Your chin drops to her shoulder and you let your cheek fall against her neck. A few stray wisps of hair brush against your face where she’s slicked her short hair back behind her ears.

This clawing feeling that she’s about to be taken from you makes you clutch her that much tighter. A sudden wave of emotion pricks at your eyes and you lean back to catch your breath.

Natasha’s gaze off behind your shoulder is so gentle, she’s biting her lip with that worried bite that brings her close to drawing blood. 

You press a spontaneous kiss to her cheek that slides down to the edge of her mouth and she’s quick to meet you in a languidly tender kiss. When she pulls back, lips smacking softly, you can see she’s troubled by something by the look in her eyes. 

Her eyes flicker down to your lips and up to your eyes, again and again. The lace on the edges of her dress starts to tickle at the bare skin of your shoulder and chest and it makes you itch to take it off her.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Her tone is serious and she’s nervous. You can tell by the way she avoids your gaze. Any thoughts of her without a dress quickly disappear and you give her your full attention.

“Okay,” You whisper and give her a small smile that you hope is encouraging.

“Um,” She fidgets awkwardly in place and there’s a thick and hot tension in the way her voice shakes as she mumbles.

You keep swaying lighty, giving her the space to talk. But now that you’ve stepped away from her, she can see your face. Your eyes are patient but waiting and her head starts to spiral. 

She clears her throat and tries again.

“Well… um.” She bites her lip and you can read the frustration that digs deep into her chest.

Your hand drops from her shoulder and you squeeze her bicep reassuringly, “Take your time.”

“Thanks.” She says slowly. The smile she tips her head up to show you is grateful and anxious. 

Her hands drop away from you until only your single clasped hands remain swinging between you and you’re almost in the same position as before.

She sighs. Her lips part and her chest expands with a brave breath, ready to speak -

Then the soft music of piano and strings suddenly is muffled by the loud, aggressive sound of a fast pop song blaring from your phone across the room.

“Oh, shit. Sorry!”

You rush over to turn the obnoxious sound off and see that it’s your father’s name across the screen. You give Natasha an apologetic look and swipe across the screen to answer him.

“Hi Dad!”

You wince at the inevitable impatience in his voice. He wishes you a brief Happy Birthday but as always, is more concerned by whatever you might be doing.

“... No, it was just the show. Yeah, the ballet. Oh Father, it was amazing!”

Natasha takes a seat on the bed and watches you smile, remembering how good the performance had been.

“Yeah, Natasha is here... I told you she was taking me… We’re having a good time, Father… No you don’t have to worry. She’s my friend…. Ok. Yes, okay. Good night.”

Natasha’s courage sinks like a rock into water. What was she thinking? Did she suddenly forget about the hundred reasons you would never like her back? She feels so stupid.

You hang up the call and move closer to Natasha. You can tell something has changed, her shoulders hunch and her head looks heavy suddenly. 

“I’m so sorry, Tash.”

She shakes her head, rejecting the apology like it’s not necessary. You cautiously place yourself on the bed next to her and you duck your head down to try and make eye contact but she’s hiding herself away with a tense and aimless stare at the ground.

“What were you going to say?” You whisper.

“Oh, um…” Her voice trails off, weakly. 

Then she clears her throat and sits up confidently. “No, it was nothing… ”

“Really.” She insists when you give her a raised eyebrow, totally unconvinced.

“You can tell me… please. If you want to.” You reply.

Whatever nerve enabled her to speak before is nowhere to be found in the newfound silence. Sitting without your arms around her, she couldn’t even think of the right words to say, let alone say them.

She just needs to work back up to it, if she just had a little more time…

“Do you wanna go for an ice cream?”

“It’s 10pm,” You whisper, showing her the locked screen of your phone with 9:58 bright across the top.

“This is the city, there’ll be like 3 stores open within a couple blocks. Guaranteed.”

You can tell she’s not ready to go to bed yet, still stuck with words on the tip of her tongue, so despite the weariness settling densely behind your eyes, you agree.

You both leave the hotel in a mix of clothes, your sneakers from earlier and the jumper you’d brought for the morning mismatching the ball gown dresses underneath. Natasha slipped on her boots and a cardigan, looking like a small child dressed in an adult's body.

As you walk Natasha internally curses how right she was about the proximity of ice cream. You find a gelato store squished between an Indian restaurant and a real estate agency only 5 minutes away. It’s not anywhere near enough time for Natasha to work her courage back up and she’s been silent the entire time.

You pay for 2 ice-creams in a cup and cone under harsh neon lights that make your wince.

While you walk back, cutting through a small grass park, your fingers start to freeze around the ice cream cone. Your shoes click on the concrete in tandem with Natasha’s, in a slow pace that lets your feet fall into step lazily following the street back to the hotel. The sugar gives you a mild hit of energy and you realise in the cool evening air that you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

“I wish we could do this for the rest of our lives.” You say, making Natasha look your way as she scoops her strawberry gelato from her cup.

“Me too.” She says.

“No, Nat. I’m serious… God I wish it could be you and I like this, forever.”

Your words give her hope. Fragile, fluttering and delicate hope. 

But when you reach the hotel lobby, Natsha still hasn’t said another word. With every step her mind screamed at her to say something, anything. But you got back up to the room without a hint of what was actually on the redheads mind.

~~~

Fancy hotels equals fancy breakfasts, and Natasha went all out. You stumble half-asleep downstairs with the redhead into a dining room with a buffet spread from the kitchen.

Natasha sits across from you playing around with the assortment of food on her plate. You catch the way she seems to linger on your eyes, almost inching towards speaking but then deciding against it.

“Do you want to talk this morning?” You ask, your voice hinting at her words last night,

She nods slowly, hesitantly.

You take a sip of your coffee and wait for anything more.

“Is it about work?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Is it about… us?” 

“Kind of… it’s nothing bad or well, ‘wrong’.” Her head tilts as she stumbles on her words, “Well it might be.”

“Oh?”

“No! No, not wrong. I mean, I don’t think so. But I don’t know.” 

“Tasha, it’s o- ”

“Excuse me.”

A man, looking to be in his late twenties, interrupts you. He’s stopped by the edge of your table in front of Natasha and he faces down towards you with a slick smile on his face.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room… You’re beautiful.”

You’re almost certain he’s an alpha. His disposition and inclination to interrupt a conversation he’s not welcome in leads you to a confident conclusion. 

“Oh, thank you but I’m sorry, we’re actually busy- ”

“You’re the most alluring Omega I think I’ve ever met. I think I just bonded to you.” He winks, not close to charming and you know he’s only joking. The way he cuts you off is familiar and annoying.

“Well I’m sorry I’m already bonded… to another Alpha so it looks like you’re out of luck.”

You’re confident and something clicks to Natasha that you’re telling the truth. She can feel the unwavering conviction behind your words, her connection with you only heightening her trust in that assessment.

It makes her second guess everything, all over again. You already have a bond?

~~~

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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)

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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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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 זדאה‎, 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.

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Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 2140

Requested by anon: Oh awesome! I'd like to request an abo fic then!

Can I ask for Alpha Natasha x Omega Reader

So, Natasha has always fancied Reader but due to how close Reader is with Steve(hes just a friend. His Alpha insticts just make him very protective for those he cares about) and Natashas inexperience in courting a mate due to that not being a Red Room lesson, she never makes a move.

That all changes at one of Tonys parties though. Steves away on a mission, so when a group of slimy Alphas corner Reader Nat swoops in to save her. They go back to the Alphas room where feelings get admitted and Natasha is able to claim her Omega

I'm sorry if thats too much, got a bit carried away. Hope you like this idea and thanks in advance. Love your work.

AN: Happy ABO April! 

Natasha has to look away when Steve puts his arm around your shoulder in a side-hug and you lean into him and laugh at his joke. She can’t even name the things she would give up to take Steve’s place next to you, to have her arm around you and have you laughing at her joke instead. Even though Steve is a close friend of hers, she has always harbored a near-uncontrollable level of jealousy of him because of how close he was to you.

She knows you hardly look at her when she enters a room and the few moments the two of you have had alone, you’re always painfully professional and cordial with her. But at the end of the day, Natasha doesn’t blame you for it. Steve was a better alpha than her, anyway. She didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s alpha, let alone yours, and didn’t think she would be able to satisfy you with her inexperience and hesitancy.

Tony hosts a party that weekend, but Steve is called out last-minute on a mission. You come in alone, looking a little lost without your partner/alpha by your side. Natasha feels like this is her chance to make a move with you, but ultimately, her insecurities win out and she stays by the bar, miserably slamming vodka shots and wondering if she’ll ever be good enough for anyone.

You hadn’t expected to attend Tony’s party solo. Steve was your best friend, surprising you with how well you got along with someone who was old enough to be your grandpa, but he had been nothing but kind and respectful to you. You trusted him with your life and kept no secrets from him, but you didn’t see him as a romantic partner.

There was someone else you wanted, but they always seemed so shy around you, you were beginning to lose hope that anything could ever happen with them.

You find an empty corner in the table and sip a glass of wine, not interested in casual socialization with anyone tonight. You weren’t even sure why you still came when Steve texted you that he was being called to work, but you felt it would be rude to not show up with a legitimate excuse.

“Hey, Y/N.” 

You look up as a man slides into the seat across from you. His hair is greasy with gel and his eyes tell you that he’s already a few drinks into the night. There are two friends that stand next to your table, effectively preventing you from just getting up and excusing yourself. You feel your heartbeat pound faster in your chest.

“Where’s your alpha?” the greasy-haired man asks.

“My what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with us now.” The man laughs, prompting his friends to do the same. You can’t remember ever seeing any of them before, but Tony invites anyone that knows his name, so you can’t narrow down where they might’ve come from at all.

“So you thought you’d come to Stark’s party in hopes that another alpha would come by and claim you?” the man snickers. 

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you assert, standing up as the man’s two friends step towards you menacingly.

“Not yet,” the man says. “But you know what would be better than being claimed by one alpha? How about three?” He smiles predatorily. 

“Get away from me right now,” you say, your fingers closing tightly around the stem of your wine glass in case you need to smash it over one of their heads.

“Oh, we love a fighter,” the man says. “I hope it’s not just an act--”

“Hey.”

A familiar voice enters the conversation, and you almost melt with relief when you see Natasha Romanoff shove her way between the man’s two friends and offer you her hand. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Come on.”

You don’t question where she’s going to take you, just eager to get away from these three creepy alphas. 

“Whoa, whoa, where are you taking--” the man interrupts.

“Shut it,” Natasha warns. “You’re all done here. Now get out before I have my friends escort you out.”

The man looks like he wants to protest, but when he sees Clint and Bruce eyeing them from the corner of the room, he grabs onto his buddies and pushes them towards the exit.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, taking you to the bar and ordering you a glass of water.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for that. You didn’t have to,” you say, sipping your water with trembling hands.

“I wasn’t going to just stand there and watch them talk to you like that,” Natasha says, and you’re pretty sure this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with her. The nerves of talking to your crush and what had just happened start to get to you and you feel yourself begin to sweat under your clothes.

Natasha looks at you with concern. “Y/N, are you--”

“Can we go back upstairs? If you’re okay leaving the party early, that is,” you ask.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

You don’t miss the way Natasha keeps her hand on your back as she follows you to the elevators and you both go up to the penthouse where the suites are located. But instead of going to your room, your feet take you to Natasha’s, and she doesn’t protest as you sit down on her bed and make yourself comfortable. Her scent, reminding you of the woods with a hint of vanilla, fills the entire room and you instinctively relax, like sinking into a hot tub. 

Natasha sits next to you, her scent surrounding her like a cloud, and you can barely focus when she hands you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you finally say. “Not just for the water, but also what you did at the party.”

Natasha shrugs. “Steve wouldn’t have been happy if something happened to his omega.”

Her words catch you off guard. “Steve’s omega?” you repeat.

Natasha looks at you. “Wait, are you not--”

“Steve and I are just friends,” you clarify, your heart deflating at the thought that Natasha mistook your close friendship for an actual relationship. 

“You two seem very close.”

“We are, but not like that,” you say.

“Oh.” Now Natasha feels dumb. 

“I had my eye on another alpha for a while,” you admit, surprising yourself with your boldness. “But I’m not sure if they’d ever make a move on me.”

It takes Natasha a moment, but when she makes the realization, she gasps audibly and stares at you with wide eyes.

“M-Me?” she stammers, unable to believe that you actually want her.

You nod, biting your lip as you look at her. The overwhelming scent of her room is embarrassingly enough to get you going and you feel the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortably. 

“Do you want me?” you ask, leaning forward until your heads are inches apart. You feel her hot breath on your lips and the urge to dive forward and kiss her. 

“Since the moment I saw you,” Natasha whispers, surprising herself by taking initiative and closing the distance between you two. Her lips are soft and her lip gloss tastes like coconut. Natasha presses towards you eagerly, her hands closing around your shoulders and gently pressing you to lie down on her bed. “Is this okay?” she asks, now hovering over you.

You swear you’re already gushing at the sight of Natasha on top of you like this. “It’s more than okay,” you assure, tangling your hands in her silky red hair and pulling her in for another kiss. 

Natasha practically devours you and you feel yourself ache with an emptiness you know only she can fill. You open your legs to invite Natasha to lie between them and when you feel the heat of her clothed bulge against your center, you can’t even think anymore.

All you want is Natasha buried deep inside of you, filling with her cum, and claiming you as her omega. 

You break away from the heavy kisses long enough to remove your clothing and Natasha watches you for a moment before scrambling to remove her own. You moan when you touch your panties and realize how soaked through they are and you know Natasha can smell it by the way her eyes widen. 

“Look what you’ve done to me, baby,” you say. “I’m soaking for you.”

“So desperate for me, huh?” Natasha stumbles a little over the dirty talk, but you find it endearing. She pulls down her boxers, her hard cock springing out at an impressive length, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. “Lie back, baby,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

Natasha takes her place back on top of you, teasing you by running her cock through your slicked folds. She’s never claimed an omega before and is worried about releasing too early and not being able to satisfy you.

“Fuck, baby, just put it in already,” you beg, the emptiness between your legs almost painful now.

Natasha knows that she won’t be able to deny you much longer. Her cock is throbbing so hard she can’t think of anything else, and after taking your hips in her hands, she lines herself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

Both of you moan at the same time. Natasha is the biggest you’ve ever taken, and while the stretch burns at first, you feel so satisfyingly full you never want her to pull out. You feel complete with her inside of you and when she starts to rock her hips slowly, you claw down her back and hold onto her butt, guiding her to thrust harder.

“Yes, Nat, just like that,” you pant, a moan ripping out of your throat every time her cock rubs through your clenching walls. 

“You feel amazing,” Natasha says, her voice tight as she tries not to explode just yet. The way your pussy grips onto her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced and it’s like your body was made just to fit her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“You do, too. Don’t stop,” you say, listening to the headboard of the bed slam against the wall with every thrust.

Natasha lowers her head to kiss you passionately, looping her arms under yours to pull you into her so she can penetrate you even deeper. Your pussy spasms around her and she moans against your lips, pistoning her hips harder.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” she growls.

“All yours when you knot me,” you remind her, feeling the swelling at the base of her cock when she pushes her entire length into you. As full as you already feel, you can’t wait for her to knot you and pump her seed into you until your stomach swells. 

“Are you sure?” Natasha pants, slowing her thrusts to control her release. "Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

“It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” you admit.

It’s the only thing Natasha’s ever wanted, too. To claim you and to be able to call you her omega. 

“Okay.” She knows she won’t last much longer and the base of her cock begins to swell. Her thrust become sloppier and you widen your legs so she has room to bury herself all the way. “Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum...”

“Make me yours, Nat,” you beg, digging your nails into her shoulders until you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

With one final thrust that shakes your entire body, Natasha pushes her knot past your entrance and releases her load inside of you. The warmth that fills you is indescribable, and you throw your head back with a moan as Natasha’s cock continues to pulse, shooting ropes of cum deep into your womb. The pressure and fullness is too much and you find your own release at the same time, craning your neck up to clamp your teeth around Natasha’s collarbone and claiming her as she knots you.

Natasha howls at the sting and the delight at you marking her. When she finally stops cumming, she relaxes her weight on top of you and nuzzles your cheek gently. You purr in response, happy to be full of cum and claimed by your alpha. 

The two of you lie like that for a long time, until Natasha’s knot deflates and she can pull out, spilling most of her seed onto the bedsheets. You cling to her, feeling the most satisfied and happy you had ever been in your life.

“Thank you, my alpha,” you whisper, kissing the bite mark on her chest.

“I love you, my omega.”

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Ok the Minho and changbin content we've been getting lately (idk if youve seen the video of him grabbing changbin whole biddie, if you haven't I'll find it) and it makes me want to read skz pack for like the 20th time

Oh. I’ve seen it. I saved it this morning actually.

This one right?😏

Now. Ask me why I watched this clip 10 times in a row. Ask me. Go on.

It’s because of CHANGBINS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ON THE AB GRAB I-😳🥵🥵🥵

[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

[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