#You are not understanding the state of politics in the breed right now

[doberbutts]

Sent to me by a fellow natural dobe liker, all I can say is translation: fart noises

[little-diable]

The Test of Time - Tommy Shelby (smut)

This is an idea I have been playing with for a while. It is very dear to me, so I hope it'll also be to you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: When Professor Shelby meets his new student, he's instantly fascinated by her, not understanding why he feels this connected to her. But the second their hands touch, both feel themselves thrown back in time, meeting centuries ago. It seems like love will always stand the test of time.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, lots of fluff, mentions some war time stuff and blood, small breeding kink, professor x reader relationship, age gap

Pairing: Soldier!Tommy x nurse!fem!reader / Professor!Tommy x student!fem!reader (3.7k words)

4th of August 1916, Northern France

The air was sticky, his hands were muddy, dry, and heavy. He had to blink more often than his eyes liked, worsening the headache he had been plagued by for months. A shaky exhale left him, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut to try and keep calm. There was no way out, he was stuck, below the ground, and if there was one thing he couldn’t do, it was panicking – at least not if he wanted to stay alive. He couldn’t risk being shot for going against a command, for being frightened like a boy.

Voices echoed through the tunnel, ringing in his ears like another bomb going off in the distance. They had to work fast. They had to work precisely, otherwise they’d eventually be buried by the dark soil, swallowing them whole as the enemy won the battle. 

“Shelby!” A raspy voice ripped him out of his panicked state, he was shoved, forced to move faster, to keep on digging even though his hands were bleeding and the blisters kept growing. He had to keep digging, had to keep digging, had to keep digging. Before the darkness would swallow him whole. 

February 2024, Birmingham 

The sound of his shoes meeting the ground echoed through the empty hallway, eyes set on his black iPhone. It was too fucking early for his liking, silently cursing his faculty for forcing him to hold these early morning classes. Not once had he met a motivated student who wanted to talk about the First World War with him at 8 am, and as much as Tommy disliked the students he found himself surrounded by, he couldn’t blame them for being tired.

If he could, he’d occupy all afternoon classes, wanting to discuss his research topics with those who were actually interested in modern warfare, strategies, politics, and so on. And yet he knew the chance was slim, forced to back down and make room for those who taught the mandatory classes. 

With a sigh leaving him, Tommy stepped into the room he taught in every Tuesday morning, putting down his bag and shrugging out of his coat before he lifted his gaze. He was still on his own, wondering when the handful of students would pour into the room, probably seconds before class started. 

Tommy plopped down on the uncomfortable chair, he placed his laptop down – hoping that he could at least catch up with the morning news while still being engulfed in silence. He tried to focus on the words, tried to cling to the information he was fed, though without any luck, interrupted by the sickly sweet “Morning!” echoing through the room. 

His eyes found an unfamiliar pair, not used to being greeted this enthusiastically in the morning. It took him a second to reply, eyebrows furrowed as he studied the woman. She must have been young, and yet he instantly found himself drawn to her gorgeous features, the soft hair he wanted to feel beneath his fingertips. 

“(Y/n), right?” She had emailed him about a month ago, warning the professor that she’d have to miss the first two weeks of his course due to some family trouble. Back then he hadn’t cared about her missing out on it, it was on her to catch up with his teaching anyways, but now he couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to miss out on having her around for even just a second. 

“That’s me! Sorry again for my absence, Professor Shelby.” He shot her a small smile, not daring to speak up as his throat grew tighter. What the fuck was going on with him? Tommy felt as if he was drowning, as if the cold ocean was soaking through his black clothes, sticking to him to add more weight to his frame. He didn’t know her, knew only her name, and yet he felt strangely connected to her. 

He needed to get a grip, needed to redirect his focus before he’d forget his surroundings and the information he was supposed to pass on to his students.

……

“Professor Shelby?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through his office, making a small smile tug on his lips as his eyes found hers. She stepped into the room, carefully closing the door behind herself before she walked up to him. Wordlessly he pointed towards the chair placed close to his table, piercing blue eyes watching her sit down.

“I have to say, I’m impressed, (y/n). You’re the first to ever score 100 on this essay.” The smile that grew on her lips left Tommy choking on his air, forcing his eyes away from her face. It had been a selfish move to invite all students to his office hour, telling them that he’d like to give them each some verbal feedback. But deep down Tommy didn’t give a single fuck about his students, at least not about the others, having eyes only for her. 

“I wanted to leave a good impression, especially after missing out on so much.” He was forced to look at her again, shooting her another smile as he reached the essay out for her to take. His heart started racing the second her fingers touched his, vision growing blurry, unable to notice that she was going through the same confusing sensations. 

“Help! We need help!” The screams echoed through the tent, ringing in her ears as she watched the soldiers move closer. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the soldier whose face was covered in blood and mud, forcing her to run towards them. 

“Place him down over there, quick!” Panic was flushing through her. No matter how many soldiers she had helped before, no matter how many lives she had saved, (y/n) couldn’t help but fear these moments when she held their lives in her hands. She needed to work quickly, and couldn’t wait for the other nurses to return from their visitations, there was no time to lose. “I need you to hold him down.” 

Her eyes met a pair of piercing blue ones, momentarily robbing her of any air left in her lungs. She had to redirect her focus, bloody fingers trying to clean the soldier’s cheeks as the handsome man held him down. No words were spoken between them, she needed to concentrate, needed to stop the soldier’s bleeding. Feeling the other man near did something to her, something unfamiliar she hadn’t ever felt before. 

“Here, I need you to bite down on this.” She pushed a wooden piece between the guy’s teeth as she reached for her tweezers. A deep inhale of air was sucked into her lungs. Even though it wasn’t the first time she was about to pull a bullet from somebody’s skin, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel nervous. Before she could even try to move, she felt the handsome man’s hand on her knee, softly squeezing the flesh to try and wordlessly support her. She could do it, and could help the hurt soldier, especially with the support of the man who was sitting close to her. 

“Alright, this will hurt.”

“Uhm,” Tommy had to clear his throat, blinking a few times before his vision began to clear up. (Y/n) was still sitting close to him, wearing the same confused expression as Tommy. Both stared at one another for a few moments, wordlessly, before she grasped the essay. Her eyes flickered down to the paper, trying to recollect her thoughts. 

“Thank you again for this, I think it’s best if I leave now.” He didn’t get a chance to reply, could only watch her disappear before he could even try to speak up. Tommy’s heart was still racing, mind not understanding what had just happened.

Had this been some trick of his brain, something he had read about in a book or seen in a movie? And yet it didn’t explain to him why the woman had looked just like (y/n), and why (y/n) had been just as dazed as he had been. 

It took Tommy a while to move, shaking his head as he drowned the last sips of his now cold coffee. He needed to get out of his office, needed to grab a few pints with some friends, anything to distract himself from what had just happened, and from (y/n). 

……

“Here, let me.” She watched him light his match, stepping closer to help her light her cigarette. Both blew out the blue smoke, watching it dance in the warm August breeze. Tommy was covered in soil, hands and face dirty, just like his hair, and yet neither of them seemed to care, wanting to feel one another close.

It had been days since she had helped his fellow soldier, making it through the night and all the following ones, left to survive with a big scar gracing his cheek. Ever since that day, Tommy and (y/n) had searched for one another, needing to learn more about the one they couldn’t stop thinking of. 

“Do you miss home, Tommy?” (Y/n)’s whispers rang in his ears, loud enough to distract him from his surroundings, the shots going off in the distance, the calls, and cries. He was sure that no matter where he’d be, no matter who he’d be surrounded by, if (y/n) was close, he’d always find himself focused on her. 

“Always do.” A hum left her at his reply, unconsciously moving closer to him, breath getting stuck in her lungs as his arm found its way around her waist. Their eyes met, his piercingly blue and full of pain and sorrow, hers filled with questions, longings, and confusion. She watched his gaze flicker down to her lips, taking another drag of his cigarette before he dipped his head down. 

(Y/n) didn’t dare move, silently praying that he’d kiss her, that he wouldn’t pull away, wrapped in darkness’s comforting veil. But before he could move, they heard the calls growing louder, forcing all soldiers to return to their positions. Their eyes met once again as he stubbed his cigarette out, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and disappeared.

(Y/n) woke with a gasp, hands pressed to the warm mattress she had been sleeping on for the past hours. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing, still focused on the dream she had just been forced through. Ever since she had experienced that strange moment in Professor Shelby’s office, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking of him, of what her mind had pushed her through – what had felt like a memory but couldn’t be one. And now she was dreaming of him, her professor, and yet he wasn’t a professor, at least not in her dream.

She needed to talk to him, or at least touch him again to figure out of it had been a trick of her brain or something that would happen again. He had looked just as confused, dazed even, unsure what had happened the second their hands had touched. Perhaps she could speak to him after class, or show up at his office, whatever it took to be close to him again. 

……

“Professor? Do you have a moment for me?” He had disappeared too quickly after class for (y/n) to even try to catch up with him, forcing her to wait a few hours before she could turn up at his office. She watched him take off his round glasses, leaning back in his chair as a soft “Of Course” left him. 

For a few moments, they were engulfed in silence, eyes wandering over one another’s features, wondering how to express what they were plagued by. But even though (y/n) tried her hardest to speak up, she couldn’t, throat too tight, mouth too dry. Professor Shelby broke their silence as he cleared his throat, rising to his feet to slowly move towards (y/n). 

He kept his distance and leaned back against his desk, and yet she felt him close. Though not close enough, feeling herself pulled towards him like a puzzle searching for its last missing piece. With a sigh breaking through him, he reached his hand out for (y/n) to take, watching the hesitation tugging on her features. 

“It’s alright, I don’t understand it myself, but I guess it’s on us to figure this out. Whatever it is.” Her teeth ran along her lower lip as (y/n) stepped towards him, letting go of one last exhale before she carefully grasped his hand. 

“Look at me, (y/n). I’ve got you, I’m alive.” His voice rang in her ears, watching the tears drip down her cheeks as she stared up at him. She clung to his hand, cursing this very war for pushing these unfamiliar emotions through her. God, she had counted the hours, had lost hope, sure that Tommy was no longer alive. And yet here he was, alive, breathing, not even bleeding. 

She hastily took a step away, eyes wide, lips parted. He had his eyes focused on his hand, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Neither of them dared to speak up, not understanding what was happening, why these things that felt like memories were pushed through their brains. Only slowly did the professor dare to lift his gaze, studying her panicked features.

“What is happening? What is that?” (Y/n) choked on her words, torn between confusion and the pain she felt deep inside of her. It felt as if she was grieving something or rather someone. A pain she was so unfamiliar with, she couldn’t even understand what it was trying to tell her, what she was plagued by. 

“I don’t know, (y/n).” He spoke her name all too softly, sounding just like it had in her head moments ago. With wide eyes she kept studying him, needing to feel what had happened again, still not believing that this was something but a trick of her brain. All he did was watch her, eyes following her every move, even as she came to a halt in front of him, standing far closer than moments ago, he didn’t dare move. If there was one thing Tommy wanted to avoid, it was scaring her. 

“Can I try something?” Their eyes held contact as (y/n) murmured the words, waiting for his spoken consent before she moved. A quiet “Yes” left the professor, wondering what she was about to do, not expecting to feel her soft lips meeting his.

“You have to be quiet, love.” His raspy voice left her buzzing with excitement. Tommy had her pressed against a car, swallowed by darkness. Their lips met carefully at first, with her arms slung around his neck, and his hands placed on her waist. Neither of them could hold back, deepening the kiss within seconds as they hoped that no other soldiers, nurses, or commanders would find them. 

“Don’t stop, please.” He had taken over the kiss, forcing her down on his desk to stand between her thighs. Both were torn between the pictures their minds were painting and the feeling of one another’s hands exploring their bodies. Whatever it was that had pushed them together, they didn’t want to break the spell, needed to keep close. 

“Will you let me have a taste? Ever since I saw you for the first time I wanted to get my mouth between those pretty thighs of yours.” Her eyes were wide, lips parted to try and suck some air into her aching lungs. (Y/n) could only nod her head, forgetting how to speak, how to express the emotions she so desperately wanted to explain to him.

With their eyes holding contact, Tommy undid her trousers, pulling them down her legs before he pushed her damp panties to the side. The groan that clawed through him at the sight of her bare cunt left her walls clenching around nothing, needing to feel his fingers, his mouth on her. But the second he brushed two fingers through her slit, collecting drops of arousal, she found herself stuck in another memory. 

“Oh god, oh god. Right there.” Her eyes rolled back into her head, pressed against the mattress of the bed she hadn’t been lying on for years. It had been hours since they had returned from France, not daring to leave one another’s side once, hours they had spent hiding away from those who had waited on them for years, only focused on exploring their bodies without needing to worry about curious bystanders. His tongue brushed along her folds, moaning at her taste as his arms tightened their grip on her thighs. 

“I guess you’ve always tasted this sweet.” His words drew tears to her eyes, overcome by a wave of unfamiliar emotions, set on drowning her. Tommy kept moving his fingers as his tongue explored the spots she needed him to touch, choking on his name. She needed to hold onto him, needed to bury her fingers in his skin, but her fingers couldn’t move, could only cling to the edge of his table. “My pretty girl, fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” 

“What a sight for sore eyes, I’m a fucking lucky bastard.” Tommy’s raspy voice filled their shared bedroom. He leaned back in his chair, chest bare, legs stretched out. Smoke left his nostrils, eyes set on her naked frame. She walked closer with a smirk on her lips, enjoying the way he marvelled at her, how he watched her every move. “I don’t deserve you, my pretty wife.”

His wife? Them, Married? Fuck, if these flashes were truly memories of their past life, she couldn’t help but thank whoever had pushed them together once again. Another shot at this life with Tommy by her side, another shot at this life with a man she had loved in other centuries. Love that would always stand the test of time. 

“I need to be inside of you, will you let me fuck you?” (Y/n) pulled Tommy in for a kiss, groaning into his mouth as she felt his covered bulge rubbing against her sensitive cunt. Their kiss was all tongue and teeth, growing more heated by the second, while Tommy’s impatient fingers freed his cock. He parted from her to roll a condom down his cock, and yet their eyes never broke eye contact. “Last chance to stop this, I need you to tell me you want this too.” 

“Oh fuck, of course I want this, Tommy. Fuck me, fuck me like you’ve always fucked me.” Her glassy eyes met his, both were clearly overcome by the emotions they still needed to adjust to. He pushed into her slowly, fingers interlaced with hers to hold her close. There was no need to adjust, it seemed like their bodies remembered one another the same way their minds did. 

“Forever mine, I will never let you go.” Tommy rasped his words into the darkness as he fucked her into their mattress. He couldn’t help but admire her, needing to take in every inch of (y/n), silently hoping that tonight he’d get to fuck another baby into her. Her moans left him smirking, fingers rubbing her pulsing bundle in sync with his thrusts, needing to push her over the edge any moment now. 

She didn’t allow herself to wonder what their life together had been like, and how many children they have had together – at least not at that very moment. All (y/n) could concentrate on was the feeling of Tommy fucking her ruthlessly, cock forcing her walls apart with every thrust. 

With her forehead pushed against his shoulder, (y/n) moaned his name, already close to letting go. Both were shaken up by what kept on happening to them whenever they touched one another in another place, bringing up memories that felt like they were straight out of a movie. It was unfamiliar and confusing, and yet it was anything but scary, no, it left them filled with excitement, needing to learn more about one another and the life they had once shared. 

“It’s alright, love, cum for me, cum on my cock.” Tommy’s gritty voice left her choking on her gasps, letting go with a moan. He kept on snapping his hips, enjoying the way she clenched around him, how she trembled from her intense orgasm. All because of him. With his thoughts set on (y/n), he came, letting go with a groan. 

For a few moments, neither of them parted from one another, holding on before he slowly pulled away. Neither of them spoke as they redressed, caught in their thoughts. Only as Tommy pulled her in for another kiss did (y/n) allow another smile to tug on her lips. 

“If you’ll allow it, I want to love you in this lifetime too, hold you close like we were destined to be.” With tears once again welling up in her eyes, (y/n) pulled him in for a breathless kiss. 

Tommy had his eyes set on her sleeping figure, hand stroking her hair. His thoughts were torn between the memories of the tunnel, of the darkness he hadn’t been able to escape from for long. But it had all been worth it, because of her, because of the woman he had married, the woman who was the mother of his children. And if there was one thing Tommy was wishing for, it was getting the chance to love her in all upcoming lifetimes too.

[aliciavance4228]

There are a LOT of sources which state that those who took care of infant Zeus used to make loud noises every time he was crying, so that Cronus wouldn't hear him:

Callimachus, Hymn 1 to Zeus 50 ff (trans. Mair) (Greek poet C3rd B.C.) : "And lustily round thee [the baby Zeus] danced the Kouretes (Curetes) a war-dance, beating their armour, that Kronos (Cronus) might hear with his ears the din of the shield, but not thine infant noise."

Pseudo-Hyginus, Fabulae 139 : "When he realized what he had done, he started to hunt for Jove throughout the earth. Juno, however, took Jove to the island of Crete, and Amalthea, the child's nurse, hung him in a cradle from a tree, so that he could be found neither in heaven nor on earth nor in the sea. And lest the cries of the baby be heard, she summoned youths and gave them small brazen shields and spears, and bade them go around the tree making a noise. In Greek they are called Curetes; others call them Corybantes; these in Italy, however are called Lares."

Nonnus, Dionysiaca 14. 30 ff : "[The Kouretes (Curetes)] had surrounded Zeus a newborn babe in the cavern which fostered his breeding, and danced about him shield in hand, the deceivers, raising wild songs which echoed among the rocks and maddened the air - the noise of the clanging brass resounded in the ears of Kronos (Cronus) high among the clouds, and concealed the infancy of Kronion (Cronion) with drummings."

While I do understand the purpose of it, I cannot help but wonder how can a bunch of idiots getting loud isn't suspicious at all; lots of people would try to approach them if they would be in Cronus' shoes, at least in order to ask them politely to shut the fuck up. Are you going to tell me that Cronus not only that cannot tell the difference between a rock and a baby, but is one of those type of people who can watch some guys from the above dancing and fighting out of nowhere and not question anything at all?

What if Zeus would've started crying during nighttime? Would they really resume the entire circus again at 3AM and risk to wake up Cronus in the process?

I might sound ridiculous right now, but the more I think about this part the more I'm starting to believe that ancient poets' braincells stopped working once they thought about making Cronus swallow a stone without giving any sort of explanation to it.

[vibratingskull]

I HAVE TO SHARE THIS BCS THRAWN

also hellurr hope you’re alright 👀

So I’m a bit of a history nerd and the Empire in the Ahsoka series is giving me strong Roman Empire vibes. Bear with me image Thrawn as the Emperor and you’re his Empress, you’re aware of him having some private time in the evening watching some girls making out and doing more sometimes. A bit like Jabba on Tatooine, however Thrawn is always loyal to you and would never engage in serious activities with the girls.

However he isn’t the only one who enjoys these activities, you enjoy them as well and tend to join him during these nights like some Emperors did in ancient Rome. He wouldn’t even necessarily tell the other girls to leave he’d simply have you in his “fun” room not caring about anything else as he’d have his way with you. Istg Thrawn is doing things to me. 🫠

Emperor Thrawn you say... 🤔 🤭

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: Smut, p in v, creampie, bulge, dacryphilia, pet names (good girl, Empress,...), light breeding kink

You lazily yawn.

You’re so sleepy right now… Ulertepi’s hands are doing wonders on your body.

“Do I please you, Mistress?” She asks.

You moan, nodding. She’s the best at giving massages, you could fall asleep right now. The young Twi’leks caresses your body with oil and perfume, applying pressure and grazing your sweet spots on your back.

“You have the hands of a fairy…” You let out in a daze.

You sigh, today again Thrawn is away on campaigns, leaving you alone to rule the Empire. You had enough of your solitude and got down to the Bath House of the Palace to enjoy some company. On another chaise lounge a Togruta and a Twi’lek are embracing each other in an intimate dance of caress and touches, on the couch a human girl and a Mirialan are beyond the caress stage and are engaging in a passionate coitus, two or three other groups of slaves are around the Bath House, in pools or chairs, enjoying each other for the pleasure of their Empress. 

With the snap of a finger your glass is refilled with an expensive wine. You savor it, listening to the couple's moans like music.

“When do you think he will come back?” You lament.

“I don’t know, Mistress.” Ulertepi responds.

“He’s always away on campaigns, he’s never at the Palace for more than one week. It’s like I married a ghost.” you complain.

“I am sorry, Mistress.” 

“I am the saddest woman in the universe…”

“Your cross is the heaviest of them all.” She has the presence of mind to agree with you. 

She knows better than to upset and contradict you.

“My Empress?” a voice call to you.

“Mmmmmmmh?”

“Heads of the Council want to see you.” Rivihk informs you.

You snarl, can’t you be alone for five minutes?

“What do they want?” You grouch.

“They want to discuss with you about an heir and succession.”

Thrawn’s not good at politics. So it falls on you to rule the court and the State while he’s out conquering new worlds. He sometimes chimes in when something goes against his morals, but you’re pretty free to rule as it pleases you. You still had to circle yourself with a Council to manage everything, but they are also real pains in the ass.

“They will understand I cannot do much about it without my husband around.” You growl.

“They ask you to discuss it with him when he comes back.”

“What do they think I’m doing exactly? I know what the state needs, of course I’m asking him for an heir. But he hasn’t complied until now.“

“The Council may have a solution for this… problem.” He announces, by his tone you can say he isn’t on board with the solution in question.

You turn your head towards him, annoyed. Who they think they are to tell you what to do and order you around. Next to Rivihk stands a young male slave Pantoran of the exact same shade of blue as Thrawn but with your eyes and hair color. You look at them black, waiting to see if he will have the balls to expose their very clear plan.

“This is Acyyr Ju, they…” He gulps, weighing his words “They think he would be a good progenitor.”

The scream you hit them with will be recorded in the archives.

“Out! Out! I should have you all beheaded! Disappear from my sight!”

They both flee without further ado as you throw anything you can grab at them. If you had decent attire under that thin towel you would have pursued them with a blade for the insult. You scream at the top of your lungs. Rats! Vermin! You conducting orgies doesn’t mean you’re ready to cheat on your husband!

Across the room all the couples have stopped their caresses, to stun to do otherwise.

“Resume!” You order them, enraged “Ulertepi, I never told you to stop massaging me, girl!”

Bunch of idiots! If you knew you would have to compose with them you wouldn’t have asked Thrawn for the crown that much. The assumption of power was really a you thing, he did it for you. When Emperor Palpatine finally died he came back from nowhere, slayed the young New Republic in its infancy and brought the crown to you. Like he promised you long ago, well before his exile.

He’s a man true to his words.

Unless when it comes to spending time with you, he’s always on the move with his fleets.

That is one of the downsides of power.

You feel deliciously large warm hands on your body.

Those are delectable but they are not Ulertepi’s hands. You look over your shoulder ready to shout again only to meet a burning red gaze.

“Thrawn!” You exclaim full of joy.

“How is my Empress doing?” He asks with a light smile.

He’s in full emperor gears, uniform and fur cape in this steamy atmosphere. You wonder how he can even stand in the room without passing out. But he wears it so, so well… You can’t help but lick your lips.

One day you will have him fuck you in this gear.

“Annoyed, she is surrounded by idiots.”

“As I saw.” 

“You’ve been here a long time?” You ask, surprised.

“Enough to witness the scene, I was observing you from the other doorway.”

His hand travels to your tummy, caressing it tenderly.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

“It is okay.” He nuzzles your noses, “But Rivihk was not at fault here. A messenger cannot be punished for the message it delivers.”

You can’t believe he just witnessed someone proposing you to cheat on him and he worries about the servant. 

“I missed you!” You coo, feeling yourself melt under his touch. “You’re always away for so long!”

He finally leans forwards to kiss you. You moan against his lips just like you know he loves.

“I see you have found a use for my personnel while I was away.” He parts with you gesturing to the orgy of slaves in the room.

“Yes… I am so alone when you’re away, I wanted some warmth.”

“Did you…” He lowers his tone darkly, hypnotizing eyes in yours “See one of them in my absence?”

You remain mute in surprise, but you relax seeing his amused smile. He’s playing with you.

“No.” You chuckle “Of course I didn’t.”

“You can, you know.” He puts his forehead to yours “As long as you invite me to watch.”

“I know you love to watch.” You peck his cheek.

He does love to watch people having sex, especially girls. He never joins any of them, remaining on his armchair with a glass of alcohol slouching like a lazy king.

But he’s more than a king.

He’s an Emperor.

Your Emperor.

“I think I would like that. Seeing you getting railed by others, that must be a sight to watch.”

You never considered joining the orgy either. You prefer to sit on his laps, sharing the glass and peppering him with kisses and little attentions.

“I will think about it. Maybe for your starday…” You promise with a sultry voice.

He starts purring as you kiss the corner of his lips. He captures your lips again, his hand traveling your back to the strap of your bikini that he unclips with practiced ease. 

“Thrawn! How dare!” You gasp with surprise and false modesty.

“Is it not you who complain about being married to a ghost?” He bites back.

Oops, he was already here?

“I’m sorry.” You pout.

“Do not be. I am here finally, let us make the most of it.” 

He lets his cape fall to the ground with a sweeping shoulders move before pushing you back on the chair with his hot body, pulling on your bikini top to get rid of it. He kisses you with a deep purring, your tongues meeting to dance and hug. You undulate your body under him, entangling your legs, digging your nails in the fabric of his uniform, growling. He chuckles in the kiss.

“So… About the heir.” He starts, “I figure it is time we get up to it?”

“You don’t have to listen to those jackasses if you’re not ready.” You reassure him.

“No, it has been some time since I thought about putting a baby in this womb. This is as good a time as any.” He leans in to sneak in your ear, “I cannot take the risk of you getting behind my back, now can I?”

“Thrawn!” You exclaim, indignant.

Why is everyone alluding to you being a cheater today?

But he just smiles, he’s just having his fun picking on you, getting you flustered. 

That man, you swear…

“I cannot have the council of my wife think I am impotent. What kind of an Emperor would I be?” He continues, lowering himself between your legs.

“Thrawn, they are just idiots. Don’t listen to them. I will have them punished first hour of the day tomorrow for what they insinuated about you, I-Ah!” You’re cut off by the flat of his tongue against your clothed cunt.

He hooked your pantie to the side and kisses your inner thighs with love.

“You are always protecting my honor, my love. My Cha’cah. I could not have dreamed of a better Empress.” He blows on your exposed pussy, sending shiver to your spine “Now, what do you say we give them a little spectacle? Show them how it is properly done?”

“Is it not their whole job to fuck for us?” You ask, trembling under his touch as he parts your pussylips with two fingers.

“Yes but I must show them how to fuck you good. I want a good show for my starday.” He grins carnivorously and dive between your legs.

He takes a big sloppy lap at your cunny, sucking and licking across your clit like a lollipop, prompting you to throw your head back in pure ecstasy. You yelp, helpless under his assault. Like everything about him, he is meticulous and precise, leaving no area of your pussy untouched, probing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, massaging your thighs with his large hands, keeping them wide apart to lick you better. You wave your body against his mouth. He always makes you see stars when he eats you out like that.

“Oh Maker, Thrawn…” You mewl.

He growls approvingly in responses, he loves hearing your pleasure out loud so you give him a performance. You hold his head between your legs, running your fingers in his hair as you feel your pussy and abdominals contract under the pleasurable assaults. He always loved to eat you out, that’s his selfish pleasure to have you come undone for him with only his tongue.

It makes him feel powerful.

Your pussy is leaking and he drinks it up like wine, making all the most obscenes noises to turn you on and it works.

A bit too well.

You feel yourself trembling, shaking and your sex convulsing until you suddenly squirt in his mouth. You let you fall down on the pillows with a “oof.”

“I love it so much when you squirt in my mouth like that.” He lets you know, licking his lips clean, your essence dripping off his chin.

He wastes no drops.

“I know.” You giggle, a bit tired by your orgasm “I just wished I had more control over it to give it to you each time.”

“Now, now, you would be spoiling me too much, cha’cah.”

He stands on his knees to get rid of his uniform, opening his jacket. You raise up to free his erection of its painful prison. He throws his shirt somewhere in the room before taking your hands off his cock.

“Will you let me taste it one day?” You ask a bit annoyed to get deprived of it each time.

“Of course, my love.” He purrs deeply, peppering kisses on your face. “But not today, we cannot waste any drops while trying for a little one.” 

You pout, unresponsive to his advances.

“You promise?” You want to see him come undone with your mouth alone too, it’s not fair he only gets to do it.

“I promise, cha’cah.” He smiles mischievously.

He’s on you immediately, pressing your hots and bothered bodies together. You feel his dick poking your side and you slide your hand to pump it a bit. He lets a satisfied gasp at your cooler hand on his very warm shaft.

“Open your legs for me.” He lowly growls.

You open them wide for your lovely husband. He aligns his well endowed cock with your entrance. He’s gonna stretch you out so much, he always does…

He enters you gently, talking you through it.

“There, take all of me.” He coos

You open your mouth round as he does stretch you out as predicted.

“You are so good for me, always taking what I offer.” He nibbles your ear.

Once he is buried to the hilt he remains unmoving, letting you time to adjust to his size. You feel each muscle working to welcome his huge dimension inside your poor little pussy.

“That is it, relax my cha’cah. You always manage to take me whole, it is gonna be okay.”

You just nod with a gasped sob.

He’s so massive…

You train your pussy with toys but none feels like him. Only he can make you feel like that.

You look up at the bulge in your tummy. It turns you on so much.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You moan.

He starts rocking his hips, very gently at first but soon installs a rapid, merciless pace of deep thrust reaching the most profound parts of your being. You feel his tip hitting your cervix with such ease and the only thing you can do is take it. He could break you in half without so much as thinking about it!

He uses your poor pussy like a fleshlight, a toy for his amusement, but damn if it isn’t pleasurable to you. You shout mute cries and choked gasp letting him abuse your body, his massive stature shielding you completely.

You always liked your men bigs, but Thrawn immediately hitted differently. You became obsessed with only one night. He’s just made like that…

“Good girl. My Empress. My cha’cah…” He punctuates each pet name with a devastating thrust, sending you overboard.

“Ah! Thrawn!” You whine for him, enticing him, turning him insane.

“I know, cha’cah, I know. Do not fight it. Come for me.”

You spasm and shake violently before coming in a spectacle of fireworks and white lights, your toes curling deliciously.

“Oh my, you came really hard this time.” He sounds so pleased with himself.

You weakly nod, taking back your breath.

“Roll on your tummy for me, my love.” He purrs in your ear.

You tiredly oblige with a satisfied sigh.

“Hips in the air.” He orders.

You frown. He wants another round? But you’re so sore already…

”Thrawn, I don’t think I can…”

“Of course you can. You are a big girl, I know you can take everything.”

You groan, your face buried in the pillows and you raise your butt as he asked. He kneads it before giving it a slap.

You gasp, indignant. He just chuckles.

He enters you again, it’s easier with your former release and he quickly picks up the pace. He holds your arms in your back with only one hand, holding your hip with the other. You moan at each rock of his hips, letting you do anything it pleases him to your tired body.

“I must make sure you are satisfied.” He explains, “What if a younger man catches your eyes during your little show and you left me for him? I must prove to you I am still worth it.”

What’s this nonsense? 

“Would you, my love? Leave me for a younger lover and leave your old man behind?”

“No!” You broke down crying, “No, I would never!”

Why does everyone assume things about you? What did you do to make them think that at all?

He fucks you through your tears, giving you so much pleasure you cry as much because you’re upset and because he gives you too much.

“I know you would never, my cha’cah. I know it.” He leans to lick one tear off your cheek, “You are mine alone.”

“Yes I am!” You almost shout, as much at him as to reassure yourself.

You are a lot of things, but not an unfaithful wife.

“You are the only one for me too. No other woman could compare to my Empress.” He purrs the title. “You deserve to be taken care off, to be loved and fucked properly. Only I can give you all of that.”

You shake by your sobs and the waves of pleasures.

“And I will give you a little one, like you always wanted.” He continues, barely breathless “Not because of those fools, but because you want a family. I cannot deny you any longer, my love. You will have the family you always desired.”

“Really?” You sob.

“Yes, my love. I will give you a little girl like we talked so much about, and I will give her so many siblings to play with.”

It’s a real mess on your face, so much tears and drool, your makeup ruined, as your spasming pussy. You exhale painfully, air knocked out of your lungs with the rutting his mighty hips, wondering how long you can still hold on without breaking even more.

“Thrawn, please come quick! I-I cant’...”

“Yes, cha’cah. Your desires are my commands.”

He violently pounds into you like a jackhammer bringing you over the edge, pushing you in the sea of pleasure, drowning you in sensations, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the moans of the other couples and his groans, the scent of sex, so strong, making you dizzy and his mighty hips slamming yours making your leaking pussy clench on his hard cock, trying to keep him inside desperately. 

“Give it to me, good girl.” He simply orders in your ear like a secret.

You come hard again, feeling all your blood flowing down your puffy cunny spasmming painfully around him. You let out a cry, a shout of his name that resonates in the whole Bath House.

“Your tight pussy is strangling my cock.” He groans.

His hips action finally slows down to become erratic until he freezes down completely and cum inside you. Your pussy milk him for all his worth, til the very last drop and he remains inside you, kissing your back tenderly as he hunches over your form, folded in half.

You let out deep breaths, trying to calm down with a pounding heart. He purrs loudly behind you, inviting you to raise your bust and cuddle with him. You let him manipule your body with a weak yelp. He embraces your body and hugs you tight, peppering your face with kisses like a young lover entranced by his fiance. He holds your shoulders, caressing your side with his warm, large hand.

“Was that enough of a show?” You ask, exhausted.

“It was grandiose, my Empress.” He kisses your cheek fondly 

He doesn’t slip out of you, keeping himself deep inside you as you straddle his laps, panting. You feel him hard still, does nothing tire him? You caress your bulged tummy dreamily.

“Do you think we did it?” you ask, full of wonders.

“If we did not, we will just keep trying. I can play that game all day long.”

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"These calls for “getting tough” also generated debate and bitter exchanges between different groups claiming to represent African Americans. Some critics insisted that “law and order” operated as a euphemism for anti-black and anti–civil rights sentiments. Leonard De Champs, chairman of the Harlem Chapter of the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE), excoriated the NAACP, calling it “oppressive and Nazi-like for its Fascist proposals regarding law and order in the streets of Harlem and New York City’s other Black communities.” He charged that

Vincent Baker’s love for mandated jail sentences and tightened-up parole procedures conclusively proves that the NAACP is an effective enemy of the 1.2 million Black people in this city.

Floyd McKissick, a longtime civil rights activist and another leader of CORE, claimed that the NAACP’s punitive recommendations reflected the interests of the black middle class. He wrote that

the arguments used in the report of the NAACP smack suspiciously of the Ronald Reagan-George Wallace school of repressive ‘law and order,’ at any cost. They appeal to the fears and prejudices of citizens who have even a little bit worth protecting.

He pointed to “a gap of understanding between middle class and poor Blacks along economic lines” and explained that

we should know by now that the addition of more white cops in the ghetto solves nothing. The ones who suffer more from such measures are the poor blacks; not necessarily the guilty ones.

Instead of harsher punishment, McKissick called for community control:

The ghetto must be safe for its citizens, but it cannot be made so by police state tactics. All efforts must be directed toward the ending of conditions which breed crime and chaos; all efforts much be directed toward the development of a Black-orientated, Black controlled law enforcement agency—an agency dedicated to the aid and protection of Black people, not to their suppression.

During this period, a host of community groups and organizations set up treatment programs, many of which received New York City and state funds, intended to be more directly accountable to thecommunities in which they were embedded. Some grew out of churches and established community groups, while others were connected to more radical political organizing. For example, in March 1969, eighty volunteers and twenty-two drug addicts took over a three-story building in Harlem and set up a drug-treatment program. They hoped to bring attention to “the inadequacy of the state’s narcotic program and the entire health program for the black people.” The addicts involved told the New York Times that they had faced a maze of waiting lists and applications in their efforts to secure treatment. One had never heard back from a program he had applied to three years earlier in 1966. The journalist reported that all of the patients interviewed complained that the state’s drug addiction programs were “more punishment than rehabilitation.” One addict asked if “I should turn myself in to the state and be locked up for rehabilitation.” They contrasted the civic degradation of the state treatment programs with guerrilla programs, claiming that in the latter, they “talk to you like a man, not a statistic—the people really want to help you and it makes you want to help yourself.” After a police eviction order, the center was closed and the patients transferred to an “underground hospital.” In subsequent years, other groups also established treatment programs. The Young Lords, a radical group dedicated to Puerto Ricans’ self-determination, were integral to establishing a detox program at Lincoln Hospital.

Drastic fluctuations in policing further intensified frustration within urban communities. In 1969, the city initiated a major intensification in street-level enforcement of drug markets. At a press conference in September, Mayor Lindsay announced that the police department intended to shift the narcotics division’s 500-person force to the pursuit of upper-level drug arrests and direct the entire remaining patrols to prioritize narcotic arrests at the street level. This sweep produced a considerable uptick in narcotics arrests in New York City: they jumped from 7,199 in 1967 to 26,378 in 1970. Then, in 1971, at a high point in the surge of heroin use, the NYPD abandoned their campaign of intensive street-level drug policing. Police officials claimed that the policy was ineffective and expensive and resulted in low conviction rates because the court system did not have the capacity to process the arrests. The result was a dramatic fall-off in arrests. New York City police conducted over 24,025 felony drug arrests in 1970, 18,694 in 1971, 10,370 in 1972, and 7,041 in 1973."

- Julilly Kohler-Hausmann, Getting Tough: Welfare and Imprisonment in 1970s America. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2017. p. 57-59.

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Top 10 Politicians 2024

DISCLAIMER: This list is for 'politicians I'd like to fuck' and is purely based on appearance, not politics. If you don't agree with my selection, either scroll onwards, post your own idea of a PILF, or try another blog. People are tired of hearing weak minded, mentally broken people wine about reality.

#10. Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-SC)

An American politician serving as the senior United States senator from South Carolina, a seat he has held since 2003. Of course I’ve got my senate bottom bitch, Sen. Graham here. I kinda understand all the political hate, but I think he’s a mature southern gentleman from my state and I’d love to beat his ass like he stole something from me. And when I’m done with him, I’ll send him over to the next guy as I know I’m not the only one who’d fuck him.

#9. Rick Pate (R-AL)

An American politician serving as the 30th Commissioner of Agriculture and Industries in Alabama. He just looks like a guy I could spend a weekend with… fucking like rabbits.

#8. Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX)

An American politician and attorney serving as the junior United States Senator for Texas since 2013. Honestly, Ted’s here and this high only to piss off liberal, super political fuckers who can’t separate looks from politics. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t want him naked in my bed with my jizz all over his face.

#7. Rep. Glenn Thompson (R-PA 15th District) 

An American politician serving as the U.S. representative for Pennsylvania’s 15th congressional district since 2019. Nice and manly, he looks like he would be a champion in bed.

#6. Gov. J. B. Pritzker (D-IL)

An American businessman, philanthropist, attorney, venture capitalist, and politician serving as the 43rd governor of Illinois since 2019. J. B. seems like the type that could be had. Nothing to base that on other than he has a look of a guy that if you get him in the right situation, cock will be in that mouth and ass. Plus, he’s rich. I’m not saying that’s a reason to date him. Just a nice side benefit.

#5. Rep. Don Bacon (R-NE 2nd District) 

An American politician and retired military officer serving as the U.S. representative for Nebraska’s 2nd congressional district since 2017. Handsome, nice tits and body. This man is husband material. Better yet, trophy husband material. The type of guy you can walk into a room with him on your arm, telling everyone “Yeah… I’m fucking this.”

#4. Michael G. Strain (R-LA)

Mike is a short chub with nice tits and a body that was made for bottoming. How could I not be in lust.

#3. Lt. Gov. Mike Kehoe (R-MO)

An American politician serving as the 48th lieutenant governor of Missouri, having been in office since June 18, 2018. Mike embodies all-American masculinity and has many male fans here on tumblr who'd happily follow the Lt Gov. into any seedy roadside motel for oral service and a nice tight ass to breed.

#2. Rep. Michael (R-IL 12th District) 

An American politician. This man is almost perfect. The only thing wrong with him is that he isn’t in my bed. Nice build, nice dresser and a very handsome face.

#1. Sen. Jon Tester (D-MT)

An American politician serving as the senior United States Senator from Montana, in office since 2007. If you didn’t know that Jon would be my #1, you must be a new follower.

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LaKreese Omegaverse…John’s always wanted Daniel to be a stay at home Omega because he’s “traditional” like that, so he’s secretly very pleased when Daniel has their fourth (and final) pup in his mid-twenties and pretty much has to quit his mechanic job to take care of their pups, all under five. Daniel absolutely loves his pups, and he does looking taking care of his home and his Alpha…but he also demands that John gets snipped or he’s leaving him since John doesn’t do the pull out method and Omega birth control is trash. And Daniel is too fertile (and irresistible) for his own good.

“Or we just don’t have penetrative sex, John! I can give you a really good blowjob instead, and you can eat me out how about that???” 😭

John: 😐

Which leads to a big fight, and then some really hot makeup sex, and then Daniel pregnant with pup number five…

This is a crack!idea btw based on that old ask about LaKreese and birth control failing for them haha.

ok, so i know anon said this was just a goofy ask, but as typically happens I started freewriting and this happened.

this somehow has elements of both fluff AND angst. where it lands on that spectrum may be personal to you. This is dealing with sensitive subject matter, especially considering the political climate right now. on one hand, this is blatant breeding kink, on the other it's psychological kink involving "traditional" roles for women which may be squeaky. And it talks about how Daniel struggles with those roles and what that makes him as a person.

CW for the inherent dubcon of sex under the influence and CW for the definite dubcon in the second half. They also meet when daniel is 17, but only consummate the relationship once daniel is 18. I have only lightly proofread this, and honestly, you can imagine daniel with whoever I don't mind.

you have been warned.

this isn't "canon" in my lakreese a/b/o "verse." Think of this as a fun elseworlds.

I tend to write omegas as inaccurately fantasy style intersex with somewhat vague descriptions of their parts. They have both, you can decide yourself what it looks like.

To say that none of this had been planned was an understatement.

One day, when Daniel was 17, going on 18, he walked into the Cobra Kai Dojo and his life had never been the same. Because, as if some sick joke told by fate, that was the exact moment Daniel's traitorous body had decided to go into heat. Better later than never was the consensus. If you asked Daniel it could've waited until he graduated, but his life had a funny sense of timing like that.

Added to that, it wasn't the flock of young age-appropriate, virile young alphas he had walked into that triggered it either. It was bone other than his potential sensei, John Kreese. A man 15 years Daniel's senior.

Daniel hadn't shared his first heat with John, having not yet been of age in his state. John was many things, but above all he was proper and he wasn't going to mate a damn kid he hadn't even courted properly yet.

So, shortly after graduation Daniel reluctantly accepted John's offer to court him, expecting the man to be strict and uncaring.

And John was traditional after all, in some ways that Daniel didn't quite agree with. But above all he was kind. Daniel was beginning to understand why his inner omega saw the man inherently as a provider.

Robby had been an accident that nevertheless turned both of their lives around for the better. Who knew that all John needed to calm down was a pupped-up omega waiting for him back home? Daniel smirked to himself. Although old-fashioned Alpha/Omega pairs used to swear by the calming influence of a properly bred Omega, Daniel had never put much stock in it. He personally likes to think he's a bit more progressive than that.

Daniel had always liked the idea of children, but all well-meaning daydreams he had when he was younger involved kids being a "one day" possibility. It turned out that day was far sooner than he imagined.

It was three months into their relationship and Daniel was still living part time at home with his Ma. Daniel had decided not to go to school and instead join the work force until he had more concrete plans for his future.

He would soon learn that his life's foundations were standing unsteady on silt.

Not wanting to rush into things, what with the somewhat unconventional nature of the relationship, Daniel and John had long standing dinner plans with each other every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It had been a Friday, and the both of them blissfully had the next Saturday morning off.

Daniel cooked and John cleaned, and it had been a pleasant evening. Being new to his designation Daniel was still somewhat unfamiliar with the signs his body was trying to give him. He had thought perhaps he was running a light fever. Maybe he had our too. Much pepper on his dinner? Maybe John just really looked that good?

(Daniel was not a blind man, and he had been coming to find charm in John's handsome, rugged face.)

And if John had smelled Daniel getting slowly more and more slick, he had been considerate enough not to mention it. So far John had been a very considerate lover in general, actually. Daniel was 18 and hormonal. Surely these things happened?

So when Daniel asked John for a sip of his beer, John didn't think anything of it rather than giving the boy a well-meant jab about underage drinking. John took the bottle from his lips and prepared to pass it over to Daniel, only for the boy to knock it aside, climb in John's lap, and attack the man's mouth with his own.

John chuckled into the sloppy kiss before pulling back. Daniel's lips followed him and John held him back gently by the nape of his neck.

"Does it taste better this way?" John teased. Daniel could only nod his head demurely, for despite never having been a shy kid his own actions were surprising to him.

Daniel didn't know what was going on, just that he felt restless, sleepy as well somehow- itching in his skin. It was better when John was touching him, giving off his calming alpha scent.

Daniel was no prude, but at only 18, and the relationship as new as it was, plus the hit and miss since rate of most omega birth control, John hadn't knotted him yet.

So far John had been teaching Daniel all of the wonderful ways he could use his hands and mouth. Sometimes Daniel would let the man slide into him part way and rut inside before pulling out and coming all over his skin. John had discovered these special places inside of him that made Daniel's toes curl.

At first, John had taken Daniel to bed in an attempt to comfort him. To let his scent wash over the boy and put him at ease. John sensed Daniel's preheat coming on quickly and gently suggested the boy rest.

They had been snuggling for a few minutes before Daniel got anxious and started absentmindedly rubbing his hips against John's.

They were laying on their sides on John's bed, facing one another, Daniel's face pushed deep into the older man's neck and his hand is climbing up underneath John's shirt to play with his thick chest hair.

"Is there something you want?" John asks as he runs a large hand down Daniel's back and over his pert ass.

John was a kind man, but he wasn't above having his own fun.

Daniel sluggishly blinked his big owl eyes up at John, and he ground his ass back into the man's grip. Soon enough Daniel grabs John's hand and shyly moves it to press down between his cheeks where he's wet, through his jeans.

Daniel whimpered lightly under his breath and pushed his hips harder into John's, his hard-on brushing up against the other man's.

"Do you want me to finger you, darling?" Daniel nods.

"I need you to tell me. "

Daniel inhales deeply, his mouth open wide and his eyes wet

"I want them inside."

Maybe John should've known better, being older and wiser. He should've seen the signs coming, detangled himself from Daniel's grip and picked up an emergency contraception shot from the pharmacy. The dams they used were only 70% effective after all, which was fine when John was pulling out, but would be unlikely to work during a heat.

But John couldn't help himself. He had missed the omega's first heat and he wasn't going to miss the second.

John slides in with one thick finger and stares at the bend of Daniel's neck as his head tips back on a sigh. John marvels at how docile and compliant Daniel becomes once he's inside of the boy. The only hints of any previous bad attitude being manifested in Daniel's bratty whines once John stays still for too long.

But he doesn't.

Daniel's pliant rim stretched over the man's wide knuckles. John rolls over on top of Daniel who sighs heavily at the soothing weight of his alpha and potential future mate on top of him. John undoes Daniel's zipper slowly and gently pulls the clothes from his legs, urging Daniel's hips up, they go over sharp hip bones. John reaches down to rub at where Daniel is wet in between his legs, over his underwear. Then he pulls back, smells his fingers, and then licks them. Daniel shudders at the sight. He grows impatient and kicks his underwear off himself.

"Inside," he pants again, against the skin of John's neck.

John quickly works another finger into Daniel, after one becomes not enough. The boy is so hot and wet that John slides into him like a hot knife through butter. Fuck. Daniel was made for this. If he was eager before, he was insatiable for it now.

John eats the hungry moans out of the boy's mouth as he finger fucks him to his first orgasm of the night. Daniel is so wet for it he's dripping down John's wrist. John detaches himself from the boy for a moment, realizing that he should grab a towel to put down before his sheets are ruined.

When John pulls his fingers out Daniel cries at him, clutching at his broad shoulders, and attempting to cage the man in between his thighs.

"I'll just be a moment sweetheart," John says. Daniel either doesn't hear him or doesn't care, because he moves to scramble off the bed after the man until John turns around and punches him sharply on his unmarked mating gland. Daniel whimpers as he shyly falls back to the bed with sad eyes.

John isn't gone for more than two minutes and when he comes back it's to the sight of Daniel's twitching, hungry, pink hole as the boy is face down ass up on the bed presenting properly.

It was then that Daniel finally realized that his heat had come, and if he were in a different state of mind he may have found his behavior embarrassing. As it was he could only trill with pleasure as he smelled John's alpha hormones spike sharply at the sight.

"Feels empty..." the boy whines pathetically.

God, John hadn't given a thought to breeding an omega since Betsy, and the desires he had buried all those years ago along with her come back with a vengeance.

He knows Daniel is so young. Practically still a kid. But he's begging for it like a seasoned breeder.

John gets lost temporarily to his alpha urges before coming back to his senses. Yes. This is happening. But it isn't going to happen unless the kid says so.

(John ignores the little voice in his mind that tells him there's no way a freshly presented ripe omega would be able to think sensibly in this situation. Nevertheless, that's his line.)

"Sweetheart, you know what you're asking for right?" John asks. "If you want me to knot you, you know the risks-"

"I don't care," Daniel gasps.

--

Seven years later and they're on kid number four. God. Four kids in Seven years. Daniel wasn't even thirty. John had rarely ever heard of such a fertile omega.

As much as it was unexpected, they settle into a steady, happy lifestyle. Daniel wouldn't want anyone to think he's unhappy with his family. He didn't know he could love anything as much as his pups.

But.

Daniel was spending more time on maternity leave than at work. He hardly owned any clothes that weren't maternity. He kept his clothes from before the pregnancy but it was hardly usually more than 3-5 months before he was pregnant again.

Daniel needed a break. But his body and his alpha disagreed. And his traitorous mind, if he allowed himself to listen to it.

There was nothing wrong with sex and he knew that. He wouldn't be caught dead listening to conservative alpha bullshit opinions on omega purity.

The kids are a treasure. Daniel didn't know it was possible to love someone that much, and he loves hard. He always had, even John, even though it had taken him by surprise and happened accidentally, even though he found himself already 6 months pregnant before admitting it to himself.

When Daniel looks at his work uniform, faded blue overalls covered in grease stains, there's a sad fondness that fills him. It has been getting less and less use over the past few years. when was the last time he had to work for his own living?

God. Maybe he was a whore.

On the worse days, when Daniel felt run down and stretched thin, an accessory to someone else at all times rather than his own person, he sometimes lapses into downright cruelty towards himself-- that internalized omega shaming, that goes but what if..?

It's like he needs it to live. He keeps ending up knocked up because he's always sloppy and panting for it. He's so easy these days, his hormones constantly in overdrive.

Twenty-five and mated, the mother of four, his oldest turning six. Daniel was a dream for some.

John's alpha boss had congratulated him on his virility and offered him a raise, while Daniel had been cut back even more hours. This happened with each child until Daniel is now little more than an occasional guest.

But John was taking more money home than he had in years. After all, who wouldn't help a father of almost an entire litter and his sweet, open, innocent, willing, and pliable omega?

they were the sort of family that conservative pundits fawned over.

Daniel, the kind and nurturing mother. John the reliable and providing Father. And their kids. Robby, their firstborn. Tory, who came shortly after. Yasmin, the third. Moon, the baby.

This was Daniel's life.

--

John is standing in the doorway to the bathroom of their new house that they had moved into six months ago while Daniel was pregnant with Moon after realizing that John's petite two-bedroom home wasn't going to be able to fit their growing kids.

John watched as Daniel sat on the side of the tub, Moon strapped to his chest and Robby helping Daniel wash Tory's hair while Yasmin stays perched on John's hip. Robby was a good boy. He'd grow into a good protector for the three girls. The poor kid was outnumbered though. That's when it dawns on John.

"We should try for another boy."

Daniel starts at the sudden sound of John's voice in the quiet moment. He raises one skeptical eyebrow at his (now properly mated and claimed) alpha.

"Absolutely not," Daniel says dryly.

But as they go to sleep that night the thought haunts him.

He misses his work buddies. He misses going out without having a baby strapped to him. He misses casual lunches with friends, or going to the movies with his ma.

On the other hand, as much as Daniel would like some time alone, he doesn't trust just anyone around his kids, and the ones he does trust are more expensive than he can afford to keep on. He's already at home most days anyway, why not throw in the towel? Why not, when it's obviously what he's best at?

--

John brings it up again in a few days.

It wasn't that they didn't have an active sex life, but as alphas usually only knot when an omega is in heat or preheat Daniel hadn't had to worry about getting knocked up quite yet. But he felt the clock ticking within him. It's been four months, usually right around now Daniel's preheat would set in. It's almost as if his skin is starting to itch, his womb cramping slightly, giving out signals of WRONG that would only be fixed by being bred. Daniel hates being a slave to his body, and he loves the way he feels when he gives in.

It makes Daniel tense and snappish. John brood more than usual. It's gotten in their head more than they'd like to admit. But that doesn't seem to be nearly as much of a problem for John as it is for Daniel.

John would probably be pleased as punch if Daniel would agree to being a spoiled little house omega. Barefoot in the kitchen, raising strong pups.

John had been nosing Daniel's scent glands for days, absent mindedly running his palm across Daniel's flat stomach, gritting his teeth to keep himself from knotting Daniel as the younger man quietly works himself on his mate at night after the kids have fallen asleep.

It's one of their rare, blissful date nights. Not that they had much to compare with, dating for only a few months before mating, but once the children had been born any interest in big nights out had waned.

As such, now date nights looked like this: John and Daniel relaxing on the couch, maybe with a drink or two, catching up on whatever movies or TV had come out that they'd had to miss due to the rating.

Daniel would live and die for his family, but there was only so much children programming he could watch before tearing his hair out.

The cobra boys, all grown up now, just like Daniel, some with pups of their own, would be tagged in conscripted. They were all alphas, except a few betas, and they were some of the very few people Daniel trusted enough to spend more than an hour or two with his kids.

It was the only time they were allowed to be as loud as they wanted or have sex without the door locked.

It starts innocent enough. John pulls Daniel onto his lap, kisses his head, and wraps his arms around him. comfortable in a way that shouldn't make sense.

Daniel doesn't get to watch more than 15 minutes of the movie before John starts nuzzling into the back of Daniel's neck. He hasn't shaved since last night and his stubble sends shivers up and down Daniel's spine. Daniel tries to ignore the man, but he only nuzzles in even more. John rubs his nose into the soft spot behind Daniel's ear, his hands softly massaging hipbones not quite as sharp as they used to be. Daniel huffs good-naturedly and lightly slaps at the man's hands.

Uninhibited, John only moves one hand down to rest on the soft skin under Daniel's belly button, fingers spreading out protectively and possessively. Right over my womb, Daniel thinks. two sensations are dealing in Daniel's body, the growing warmth from between his legs and the chill rationality of logic.

Thoughts swarm Daniel's mind as he tries desperately to pluck just one of them out and form the thread into a cloth that makes sense.

Daniel turns his head to the side, giving John a sweet kiss, a poor attempt to distract the man. John slips his fingertips down the front of Daniel's loose sleep shorts, playing with his Omega cock through the plain white briefs. Daniel bites off a soft moan.

John strokes Daniel's cock slow and easy for a few minutes as the movie plays in the background. It's so good Daniel almost forgets. Then John slides his hand down further teasing the sensitive tops of Daniel's lips down there. At that, Daniel gasps and turns himself suddenly in John's lap so as to face him.

In a rush of frantic energy, Daniel slides both hands into John's sandy brown curls and pulls just bit too harshly. He apologizes for it by grabbing John's dick through his jeans and sliding don onto his knees on the floor in front of the man. He looks up with the best doe eyes he can manage and asks-

"Do you want to fuck my throat?"

now, normally John would never consider turning down a blowjob from that pert, plush mouth. but Daniel's behavior throws him. he pulls back, and looks at his mate quizzically.

"Do you not want me playing with your pussy baby?"

"No, I just want you to come in my throat" Daniel says, deflecting, then he pauses for a moment before he adds "Alpha."

On any other day John would be done for, but instead John grabs Daniel by the arms and hauls him up and into his lap.

John rolls his hips into Daniel's, and it makes his hole twitch. Suddenly what had been a nice relaxing bit of frottage and making out was ruined by the ever-racing thoughts in Daniel's mind.

He wants to spread his legs more, which is the problem. And it makes him nervous. Suddenly he places his palms on John's chest and pushes him back, trying to give himself breathing room and trying to get away from temptation.

At this John turns serious, having thought that perhaps Daniel's bashful act earlier was just a bit of playtime fun.

"You really don't want to?' he asks. Daniel bites his lip, and his eyes dart back and forth across Hohn's face.

"John I need a break! We can't keep up like this."

"What are you talking about?" John says, puzzled at Daniel's sudden anxiety.

"I think we should take a break from sex. We've had four kids in six years, and we're not slowing down!" Daniel says exasperatedly. Then he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. "We need to."

John furrows his brow.

"Where is this coming from, kid?" John asks.

He knows things may have moved fast, but as far as he knew Daniel had thoroughly enjoyed the last few years of their relationship being properly bred.

"I just worry about our resources, John. I know your boss just gave you that raise, but-"

"You're right, he did." John cuts him off.

"Maybe we should think of getting a vasectomy? It's totally reversible!"

John just gives him a look that says not in a hundred years.

"No, and you're not getting your tubes tied either, it's unnatural. We've been given the gift of all of these beautiful pups, you don't want to give that away do you?"

Daniel's heart breaks.

"Not away!.. just, a vacation. "

When Daniel had gotten pregnant with Robby he had been on the shot. and they both saw how well that worked.

"And I know it's hard to find alpha condoms that don't break for you-" That's where Tory had come from.

"We tried the implant-"

Yas.

Daniel had thought about an IUD, but had gotten pregnant before they even had the chance. He was trying to give his body time to rest between puppies. He was trying to let his hormones even out.

"But we can have nonpenetrative sex. And you can fuck me not in heat as long as you promise to pull out. Plus there's all those great toys they make for omega couples-"

"You know they wouldn't satisfy you if you had access to the real thing, honey."

John rubs his thigh up against Daniel's cunt where his slick is starting to seep through his shorts.

"Let's take off your dress and get comfortable."

Daniel squawks.

"It's a nightshirt, you knot head." John isn't forcing himself onto Daniel, but he also isn't backing off, and Daniel's self-control is wearing thin, so he pulls out the big guns.

"My body needs to rest, it needs to be in some state that isn't pregnant, breastfeeding, pre-heat, or heat."

John slips his hand into the front of Daniel's pants to find his mate wet.

"Your body knows exactly what you need and so do I honey. you can't act like you don't want it. Not when I can smell your cunt right now through your cute little panties."

Despite being with the man for years at this point, Daniel still blushes at John noticing his need. Daniel curses his body for betraying his mind. He braces his hands once more against John's chest and John lets out a deep sigh.

"John... you know I love the kids, and I love the new house, and I love our family but I don't want to be only a house omega for the rest of my life."

"Is it really so bad? You seem pretty happy. You seem really happy, actually. You've never smelled sweeter."

And it's true. Daniel is happy. but he also wants more. He feels guilt for possibly not being as grateful for his pups as he should, but he has barely even lived yet. Daniel could be happy with this, but he doesn't want just this. He wants more before it's too late. And if they have another pup before two years pass, he'll never have the time.

"Okay, how about we make a deal?" He counters. It's not exactly what Daniel wants to hear, but he'll take it.

"If you can sit through the rest of the movie without fucking yourself on me I won't knot you."

"What?"

"I need you to prove to yourself that you don't actually want this. Then I'll believe you."

John grabs him and pulls him down on his lap, grinding up dirtily into the young man with his thickening cock. Daniel can feel his cunt betray him. His lower stomach clenches without his will. John slips his hand up and onto him. He runs hard and slow and dirty into a grind. The heel of his palm grinding into Daniel's cute little clit. He pulls back and slides two fingers in. They go in easily.

John turns Daniel around, telling him to watch the movie, and then he pulls his cock out, which has only gotten thicker during their conversation. He slides Daniel's shorts and underwear off and grabs the younger man's hips before quickly, but smoothly pressing inside inch by inch until Daniel is seated fully on him, plugged up.

Daniel's breath gets caught in between a whine and a gasp as he shuts his eyes tightly, clenching his fist against the strong and sudden sensation. He's big enough that even without trying he still brushes up against sensitive spots within Daniel.

True to his word John's hips stay still, but he never said he wouldn't touch Daniel. He starts again with the slow touches up and down Daniel's sides before moving his hand to massage Daniel's hips and lower belly. He runs his fingertips up Daniel's spine. He moves upward toward Daniel's cute little A cups, running his fingers over them again and again ever so lightly for how long Daniel doesn't even know.

He has no idea what's happening in the movie or how much of it is left.

"You're leaking. Do you want my help?"

John gently squeezes and plays with Daniel's tits until milk starts slowly dripping down his chest. John pinches at Daniel's nipples and Daniel sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth. John's face is pressed up against his, cheek to cheek.

John shifts and Daniel feels an ache deep inside of him. John's pressed right up against his womb, never pushing in, just waiting patiently. John never hits it too hard during sex, unless Daniel asks for it. But the dull ache of pain he feels makes the pleasure feel even better.

"Act like you don't want it," John says, and Daniel's hips twitch without his permission. Daniel rocks himself back and forth slowly just a few times, biting down his noises.

Daniel's eyes start watering from the overflow of everything. The pleasure. The emotions. The hormones. The shame deep inside of him like hot coals. His cunt twitches around John. Then John pulls Daniel, ever so slightly deeper, wrapped around the young man entirely, and bites gently on the now healed mating bite.

Again, his hips start and stop stuttering against his will. This time he lets himself enjoy it for just a moment too long. He levers himself up just an inch and falls back down with a cry. John grabs his hips. Daniel nearly hyperventilates trying to stop himself from shaking apart.

Daniel tells himself he's not technically fucking himself, and he hopes John will agree, but the heat is starting to rise, and his slick is starting to drip, and it's like there's an infernal itch making itself known down to his very bones.

Finally, he breaks. John coos in his ear, with a smile cracking his face as Daniel grabs onto him for support and starts moving desperately, nearly jumping up and down on his Alpha's dick.

"Please-" He gasps out. John takes over and starts thrusting along with Daniel, the both of them working together to create a symphony of wet, slapping noises echoing through their empty house.

" You love this. You like having someone to take care of you. You like the smile life. It's okay, honey. Just enjoy it."

daniel swallows down a heady mix of emotions as he lets himself go, reconfiguring his life plan with a resigned acceptance.

It feels good.

[dukeofankh]

I mean, nothing I said was suggesting that nothing can or should be done. I have a couple things I can think of but people are already rightly pointing out that my experience, like all experiences, isnt universal. Calling out a shallow take isn't something I'm doing because I'm so so wise and I know how to fix everything.

I have heard the take that part of the fix for this will probably be a lot more white men with podcasts, and that is almost definitely *part* of the fix. It is legitimately difficult for young men to find content about random ass basic hobbies that isn't being served to them by low-key fascists. That needs to change. When talking with other progressive men, something that came up a lot was after school programs, especially ones that bring boys in more contact with their communities and expose them to different kinds of people in positive ways. Hate breeds in ignorance and isolation.

You already seem very anti-terf, which is great. That is also part of it. I don't honestly think that women are the cause of this problem but like, in terms of fixing this and convincing men that feminists are on their side, yeah, some small part of it is probably looking at the state of feminism currently and recognizing that it has devolved in many very public online spaces into reactionary gender essentialism and that radical feminism takes up a lot more air than anyone would like to pretend it does.

"Sure I wholeheartedly reblogged something that claimed that any man who seems decent is just trying to let women's guards down to make it easier to assault them, something all men are trying to do to women at all times, but that's just venting. Ignore that broadside that me and my friends just unloaded on you and everyone who looks anything like you, if you think that your hurt feelings about that matter, that's on you for not recognizing that our pain justifies saying literally whatever we want" (to call up a random example) is certainly a standard that it is possible to enforce in some more isolated corners of the internet, but there has been a serious breakdown between the personal and the public, which is hell for messaging as a movement. This is no longer drinks with friends, this stuff gets broadcast worldwide to men who are trying to get a sense of what feminism is about. At some level, what is cathartic to say will have to give way to what is tactically wise to announce.

The only men who will willingly share space with that sentiment if it is core to this movement are either convinced that they are personally exempt from examining their own privilege, which is its own problem, or men who agree wholeheartedly that all men are evil, them included, and are trying to atone. I've interacted plenty with both in male feminist spaces. It's not a winning team. I am aware how hard that will be. 4B type political lesbianism/lesbian separatism seems to be having a moment (at least as a meme) right now as people process their grief in this moment. That's understandable. But it's not wise.

Considering this is happening in the wake of the US election, and I'm saying this as a Canadian, it's also worth gently and precisely noting that even if the harm is the same, someone who voted for trump didn't necessarily do it because they despise women. If we're just looking at the raw numbers and saying "we're doomed", that's probably not helpful or, luckily, accurate. The project of changing the cultural narrative is huge and depressingly long. The rise of reactionary right wing populism when a society starts failing its young people economically isn't. That is a different, and much easier project. If you don't want people to vote for right wing populism, you need to give them left wing populism, and infiltrating the democratic party and pulling all the same tricks the right did but towards economic policy that will provide the next generation of men with the opportunity to own homes and pull their weight supporting families will do a hell of a lot more in a much shorter time than systematically changing each and every man's heart, especially considering a lot of the people who voted for trump weren't men. This project will outlast us, but MAGA doesn't have to.

If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.

"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.

Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.

Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.

You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."

Problem with that being:

1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.

2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.

3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.

4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.

I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.

[almaqead]

"The Idwow." From Surah 33, Al Ahzab, "The Coalitions."

So what do we do with the opposition to the Ahzab, the kind of animal man that forms the German AFD, or the American Heritage Foundation, which considers Islam a threat to modern political thought, and Russian propaganda, the Coalition of the Antichrist, who do nothing but breed misery spores and let them loose into the wind, especially for Muslims, whom they have pledged to destroy? Especially when it comes to the Sharia, the Names of Allah, which they do not understand at all and use as a ball and chain around the ankles of the rank and file of the world's Muslim population.

And what about that greasy dirty man in Denmark who goes to predominantly Muslim neighborhoods and builds an audience while he burns the Quran?

Why are Quran burnings performed and what is being done about this along with other anti-Muhammadan activities?

The Quran must not be burnt. It is not freedom of expression to permit gatherings in the village square designed to create hostile environments for anyone. Allowing a Quran to be burnt does not violate freedom of speech which provides wide latitudes for persons wishing to express themselves constructively.

The Highest Law of the Land, the UN Declaration in fact forbids freedom of expression if it is used to alienate persons on the basis of religion:

Article 4. 1. All States shall take effective measures to prevent and eliminate discrimination on the grounds of religion or belief in the recognition, exercise and enjoyment of human rights and fundamental freedoms in all fields of civil, economic, political, social and cultural life.

The Surah goes on to define why the Ahzab must protect the Quran, as it contains the spiritual foundation of the kind of civil society we want to be used to build up systems of democracy in developing nations where most Muslims live and not so well either:

33: 35-37:

"Surely ˹for˺ Muslim men and women, believing men and women,1 devout men and women, truthful men and women, patient men and women, humble men and women, charitable men and women, fasting men and women, men and women who guard their chastity, and men and women who remember Allah often—for ˹all of˺ them Allah has prepared forgiveness and a great reward.

It is not for a believing man or woman—when Allah and His Messenger decree a matter—to have any other choice in that matter.1 Indeed, whoever disobeys Allah and His Messenger has clearly gone ˹far˺ astray.

And ˹remember, O  Prophet,˺ when you said to the one1 for whom Allah has done a favour and you ˹too˺ have done a favour,2 “Keep your wife and fear Allah,” while concealing within yourself what Allah was going to reveal. And ˹so˺ you were considering the people, whereas Allah was more worthy of your consideration. So when Zaid totally lost interest in ˹keeping˺ his wife, We gave her to you in marriage, so that there would be no blame on the believers for marrying the ex-wives of their adopted sons after their divorce. And Allah’s command is totally binding."

Commentary:

All Muslims are Muhammad's first wife. The Quran, the Mother is the marriage license. The Quran and the relationship it forms to the Prophet are necessary ingredients to long life and happiness in Arabic speaking nations and those who adopt it in English. The Quran must not be profaned or the 'provisions' or Zaid will not be produced and the wife will die.

As for the AFD, the Heritage Foundation, and the rest, the law has all it needs now to dispose of them and ensure they do not resurface again. This will lessen the hold of the Russian autocracy over the planet and we can make our move and get rid of Putin and the rest one loser at a time.

I do not know all the Quran says, but I do know why it was given. One drop of water at a time, the earth will come to recognize this noble concept of the Ahzab and form the Masjid. Every creep and freak we subtract from the earth creates more space for the rest who want to exercise their freedom of choice. As the Quran states, this is a right Allah has mandated for all persons and it along with the Quran itself must always be respected.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Why are Humans having less kids.

No it's not a "Cultural" issue, but if it is; it's the same issue around the world.

Today many dumsdums blame "middle-easterners" for their own sexual pertard.

"of course they want to immigrate!" They say! Blaming them having more kids than they can take of.

Completely ignoring the effects of war that *destroys* wealth and prosperity they may have been held by these people.

Even a first-class-country denizen such as yourself dear reader.

No; when people slow down breeding; And animals do this too--Its because of the availability of resources.

A family-line, a working family line requires resources to sustain; these resources are obviously Time and Money right now..or; the economy.

Most parents don't want to leave their children in a worse off world than they came into. It's part of the reason for the change from "Manifest Destiny" to "Fuck Immigrants".

*cough*DonaldTrump-isonbothsidesofthisinnuendo*cough*

Because most people are worried about the economy and how they *still* haven't found their place in the American Dream, despite seeing immigrant after immigrant after immigrant seemingly coming here to make it big.

They see the establishment as enslaving them and trading the country's prosperity to other countries for favors. Now, a lot of people on the right try to point the blame to the political left. But that's not the whole truth is it?

Many conservatives are upset about a great number of things; cities being designed for tourism benefit the *owners* of those cities instead of the residents who live there. Foreign investment means homes and Business Zones become out of reach for your average citizen. And that's all *without* immigration.

And all that gets mixed up with state and city lines. People might see native born citizen transients looking for work as "Illegal Immigrants" instead of the citizens they are. They then might blame them for "messing up their cities" and coming to "mess up ours in the same way."

Despite *also* being conservative. And leaving those cities *because* they're conservative and got outvoted.

Not only are foreign *internal conflicts* getting mixed in with local *internal conflicts* thanks to "the algorithm" combining keywords; concepts such as "transient" workers are being conflated with "the trans agenda" and immigration.

Back to the issue at hand; less children.

Many *would be* parents want children. Not just trans women, but cis women. They rationally understand; they can't afford children.

And so what it looks like, from a certain world view; is rich people forcing out poor women to either "marry rich" or "leave the gene pool".

Despite some not having kids because of a fear of passing down perceived genetic anomalies (which most people have. That's why we're racist) and many of them being caused by factors out of their control, at the control of the rich (most obvious example; Agent Orange: a chemical agent that made many American soldiers infertile..at much higher rates than Spirinolactone; given to people 30+ for high blood pressure, and trans women.)

In this world; because overabundance lead to wasting resources and a continually over-inflated economy and fake economic growth; many people find themselves below certain level of comfort necessary in which to raise children.

Children are a Luxury in this world; and despite trying to save up for it; many families find themselves unable to.

Especially; since there's already plenty of children that the country has deemed "unaffordable".

So if children are "unaffordable". Is it any surprise the population is quote; "Stagnating"?

And if we maintain annual average birth rate of 2.5 children per couple; doesn't that make up for "ALL THESE QUEER PEOPLE MAKING ALL THE CHILDREN GAY?"

Some of y'all need to do the math, but you decided to stop learning it in 3rd grade.

A.I. can't save you if you don't know what the numbers mean.

[extremely-moderate]

Pawsitively Moderate: A Founding Father's Guide to Woof Politics

My dearest readers, join me on a historical journey through the hallowed halls of political moderation, as we delve into the fascinating world of woof! As a Founding Father of the United States, I have always endeavored to approach matters of great importance with utmost reason and balance. And what could be more important than woof? Now, my fellow citizens, let me enlighten you on the art of being extremely politically moderate about woof. Take note, for this wisdom transcends time and applies to every mutt-loving soul! 1. First, and most importantly, let us remember that dogs have been loyal companions to mankind since time immemorial. From their playful antics to their unwavering loyalty, they have endeared themselves to our hearts. Let us cherish this indisputable fact, regardless of our political leanings. 2. Find common ground. Regardless of whether you lean left or right on the political spectrum, it is undeniable that dogs bring joy and emotional support to so many lives. Embrace this shared appreciation and use it as a foundation for respectful dialogue. 3. Seek compromise. In politics, as in life, finding middle ground often yields the best outcomes. Be open to different perspectives on woof-related policies and consider compromise as a viable solution. Perhaps an equal allocation of treats, or a national belly-rub day? 4. Embrace the diversity of dog breeds. Just like our nation thrives on its multicultural fabric, so does the world of woof. Celebrate the unique qualities and characteristics that each dog breed brings, and recognize that their diversity is a testament to the beauty of nature. 5. Practice empathy. Put yourself in a dog's paws and try to understand their viewpoints. What issues matter most to them? Is it access to green spaces? Or perhaps ensuring an ample supply of tennis balls? By empathizing with dogs, we can gain a deeper understanding of what truly matters to them. In conclusion, my dear readers, let us aspire to be the voice of reason and moderation when it comes to woof politics. Remember the profound wisdom of our Founding Fathers, who sought to establish a nation that values the principles of unity and compromise. By adopting their spirit, we can create a society where dogs are cherished, regardless of their breed or political affiliation. With that, I bid you adieu and offer a heartfelt woof of appreciation for joining me on this whimsical journey. May your woof be forever moderate, and your political debates remain civil and filled with doggy treats!

[castratedtestimonies]

@panheadjeff The fact that comments are turned off on this post should make clear how open to learning about history this person in fact is, but in case the OP is an open-minded person, let's see how well this goes. It is most certainly true that almost every ethnic group in the world, west of about the Gobi Desert, has been subjected to slavery at some point in their distant past, many of these ethnic groups simply did not exist once one goes far enough into the past.

For example, while there are people who clearly define themselves as Greeks and Turks now, these were not clearly separated and independent in any meaningful way only 300 years ago. And under Ottoman rule, boys from Greece, Turkey, Lebanon, as well as many parts of what is now known as the Middle East were taken as slaves to be raised as Janissary warriors-agents.

Another example is the English. Although peasants in Britain had basically no rights, the Daneland introduced certain rights to certain ethnic groups and denied them to others--all of which would nowadays be considered English. None of these groups were slaves at any point. Peasants simply are not slaves.

Another great example are the Slavic peoples. The root of the name is the Roman's referencing the entire ethnic group as slaves. However, to say that it is one ethnic group is extremely controversial. The Kievan Rus did not arrive in what is now Russia until long after the groups in the region became known as Slavs. Many now believe that all Slavs should be united under Russian rule. But these were entirely different groups before the 800s AD. In fact, Ukraine and Russia are having a war over this very question as we speak. Even to this day, pan-Slavic activists and political leaders span the political spectrum, with many believing in outright anarchy as a good solution to this problem. However, to be absolutely transparent here, Slavs have never once, in the history of the world, been slaves in Morocco, to take only a simple example. Or to Arab rulers. Or to Chinese rulers. Most of the history of the Slavs, they were serfs, along with the same social status of many other ethnic groups in the Russian Empire's dominion. Serfs are not slaves, although serfs were born into serfdom and never escaped it. Serfs, much like peasants in most of continental Europe, could marry as they pleased, and when not called upon to serve, had relative autonomy--the difference being that if a serf was called to serve, they were effectively a slave.

Debt slavery is still legal in many, many places in the world. Until very recently, and still in many cases, if your clothes read "made in Singapore," or "made in Philippines", it was likely a piece stitched by debt slaves. To this day, the United States makes explicit allowance for slavery, regardless of race, on the basis of criminal punishment. When the Romans made Slavic peoples slaves, they were not what is called "chattel", meaning that their children were not necessarily slaves, and their race did not necessarily guarantee that they would be slaves all their lives.

Africans whose ancestors were sold as slaves by other Africans to European colonists were literally forced to breed, and all of their children were by definition legally slaves. For almost 400 years, Africans in the Americas were born and died slaves, and their manumission was simply illegal.

So not all slavery is equal.

"Everyone was slaves", well, no, actually many Indigenous groups in Latin America and North America were never slaves, but instead were simply wiped off the face of the planet by slavers and their soldiers. If you care about history--if you really do care about history--posts like this are anathema. Don't pretend to understand history and then falsify it.

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[zooterchet]

Push it to the Limit (Scarface)

Robert the Bruce (Morded Tales): Writing a political dynasty, as a hero king knight, with you as an evil force, to make his line your sex slaves for hundreds of years.

Tanacharison (Jumonville Affair): Creating a squad of spies, with cigarettes, then putting one of them in prison, for being a cop; charges, what you did to him, but as what he, did to you.

Puc Lascerdes (Thespian Assassin): A civil rights affair of crime, to determine deed of father's working class job, to teach the trade to those viewing theater, for all descendents of future groundlings to cherish.

Longinus (Pre-Law): A private detective's role, where the higher classes of orators and senators, may be attempted, through crime, expanding reform.

Troit (Forensics Testimony): The prohibition on such mischief in court as pranks and guiltless report of own evil, to reform undercovers of information.

Avicenna (Internal Medicine): The understanding of basic medicine, without autopsy after death; hence death, can be preempted, with longevity.

Golden (Daemonologie): All such costumes are banned from this court, as wizardry; some manner of werewolf, seeking two days of rest, when otherwise required on fluid schedule of needs to pauper and poor alike.

Sanchez (Malleus Malificarum): A claim of witchcraft upon review of book or theater released, to place all such subjects wishing villainy in meteorological track; hence, they specialize at their own police mandate, for centuries, in family. Monastics, reclaim studies, of "God", the manners of new police trade upon breeding, for orphans.

Polk (Strip Club Indictement): The bosom is to be cancerous if viewed, hence glasses and buttocks are required; unless marrying through prostitutes, a castration required, to be declared, "a pederast", for younger women to feel sound when sensually pleasured by Our American Cousin, these women we call Jews.

Booth (Resource Economics): A system whereupon any resource of labor can be reformed under free contract of removal of service. Bundy (Gold Watch): If you want to fuck someone up the ass, you get to, until later, when you will be the same guy, but behind you. These are reforms to police, execution, and jurist's bench.

Muhammad (Lift With the Back): All such exercise advice is illegal, to convert you to Islam, a spy; unless Jewish, a Lutheran, these problems to be handled later, through surmises of armies gathered, but in place unknown (the civilians, but of course).

Killer Kowalski (Kayfabe Combat): Killing someone in sporting event, is only appropriate, if their family is assisting them in fan, coach, scam, fraud, bookie, lawsuit, nepotism, or fraternity.

Kane (Heels Night): The Undertaker, is now illegal.

King Charles Tetcher II (Lethal Fencing): The step to the right, from the left, is a lethal blow, to be removed from sports, hence in battle, any athletic champion may be considered crippling or lethal (for reform of safe driving).

"Moran" Cunin (Reefer Madness): Parents just don't understand. That's why teachers, think DARE, prevents drug use. No more spying on schools, they'll think your kid is retarded. Like me, Bugs.

Malcolm X (The Rhino): A comic book character for all ages, to destroy a politician, if attempting to kill someone over honor; kept hostage, if refusing to prosecute, incarcerate, and king the assailants, as "crowns", money on the street, for "ballinn' hoes", that Ballinhoe; studying their brains.

Bartleby (The Bible): Canon, is argument of term and letter, therefore gay; to be devoured, in common view, as treacherous and gentle, a sweet pig, to be butchered and devoured, by common refusal of kosher, as villain, of courts and states, for being sexually avaricious; any woman siding, a traitor, a Wytch.

Khan (Bank Tellers): Female pedophiles, those women produced by brothers torment, can now work in finance; through games being played in rings and derbies, to lose, hence more say, over financial policy, among common reputation.

al-Nizar (Religion as Riddle): Any form of religion can kill; those to be taught to deny, through religion, be homosexual, suicide warriors, jihadis.

Skorzeny (Straussberg Method): A form of act can be taught, of own gene, to artist, therefore making everyone but your technique of family history, gay, against you, heterosexual; violent, too.

Honshu Klaimen (Katana Forging): The only legal weapon, is in a duel; any illegal weapon, to be defeated, upon katana forged, with those thieves claiming credit, as killing themselves, unless a hermaphrodite by birth; a middle phased child, produced by a triad, a samurai, an assassin.

Kim Jong-il (Take Out Assassin): If refusing to care for yourself, since youth, in cooking, allowance, and personal discipline, you are a murderer, and you are born to kill; hence, you must eat on the law, from restaurant, "take out", not "delivery", to murder those refusing own care; a selfish lover.

Pierre d'Outrement (Ruined Tactic): A double maneuver, being the first using your rival's tactic to mark their own troops for demise, then altering the weapon in question, to give it to your own side, to defect them to the enemy. Hence, both will serve your master.

Robin of Lockesley (Sheriff as Prince): A coward cop, is to be given a false term of military service, to marry a princess of wealth, while you, marry his temporary lover, your lass, also a princess, but a pauper; a laborer transitioned to badge.

Eva Braun (Jewish Witchcraft): A banking abnormality is caused by those sneaking and thieving and hypnotizing, acts of sexual assault; therefore, calculus must be modified, to pogrom both populaces responsible, worldwide, as a mutual betrayal, along class lines.

Yeo-Thomas (Frank Sinatra): A restrictive program, can be spread to sex offenders, the forward agents, in a writing exercise, to perform the act you've been incarcerated for, as slaves.

Elon Musk (Insured Premiums): The premium is the ideal return to company offering, hence any adjustment, on the profit margin, what you are offered, will raise the premium by raising your profit margin; therefore, all suits can be handled, per company, the protection of corporate license. By conquest, of course.

Madison (3/5ths Compromise): A bigot assumes they get it both ways, which is however they want, but one way; therefore offer an impossible advantage, to your desired funding to defeat them.

McCullem (1/16th Iroquois): The proper method of a murder, has to be renamed to the murderer's crime.

Whisker (Morton Salt): Africans are the best labor, and wives, for any with a fascist township demanding education align with rites of passage. Therefore, one can observe how an African works with you, and create a simple patent, for a new industry, to murder the home populace of criminal; selectively, of course, in a famine.

Joi-Louis Charlebois (Ares Comics): The criminal, and the aggrieved, must be reversed, along myth separate from common cop knowledge, therefore worker's furlough is given to the victim of a crime, to repeat the trick, while the foes, humiliate themselves, spreading another aspect. The method of murdering National Socialists, the German Femdom movement.

Ernest Charlebois (Lucky Charlie): A manual of policing, is always best hidden as criminal.

Steve Charlebois (ZODIAC): Any proper serial killer, uses absolution rules, therefore when approaching the target, the frame into murder for criminal conspiracy of government, the suicides produced will reflect on you, the spy, however the murders, will reflect the target.

Dave "Chet" Charlebois (Casino Fraud): Any financial system can be modified, by directing the research assignment, to be performed by the investor.

[collymore]

Gary Lineker laudably lancing the toxic boil of insidious and perverse racism!

By Stanley Collymore Gary Lineker is just as entitled to a political view and equally so post it onto social media, as any or all of you who’re criticizing him for actually doing so. Therefore should you now by your own stupid and markedly asinine contention in voicing your discernibly, effectively and evidently also rather ludicrous opinions about him, and simply as the very veritable lowlife, basically dim-witted, vile white morons and the toxically verminous scum that   you undeniably are, and moreover who incessantly, bleat about your own precious right to freedom of thought, no unrestrained speech, or the curtailment of expression, be generally made to leave your jobs assuming, of course that is that you actually bother to work or simply have one that is, and aren’t vilely sumptuously living off the dole - just because you repeatedly, spout your vitriolic and unsound bile on the Daily Mail and also other right-wing Nazi media? Honestly there’s a concept, for what you really sick, intellectually challenged morons are readily and quite fatuously proselytizing and it is aptly, very understandably rightly called evil Hypocrisy! (C) Stanley V. Collymore 9 March 2023. Author's Remarks: Those criticizing the BBC for not sacking Gary Lineker should bear in mind that the current Director General of the BBC is a Tory Party donor, who got his job because he essentially financially helped Boris Kemal, aka Johnson.  And likewise on the topic of public office malfeasance the said Boris – who immoral and other dodgy antics we all know about – has just nominated his father for a knighthood having already given his younger brother a peerage. So don’t let’s delude ourselves that these critics of Gary Lineker are doing so from any moral perspective. Since they’re all simply right-wing bigots and entrenched hypocrites. Boiling with anger at what Gary Lineker has done, screams the Daily Mail! Really? From an origination whose pseudo journalists love using hyperboles which frankly as a longstanding University Academic whose discipline is English I doubt whether these clowns have any notion of what a hyperbole is. Reality for them is  that the right-wing in Britain, attendant with the same attitudes of its kin ruling the genocidally acquired and even delusionally perceived as Terra nullius overseas countries – yet wanting an all-white Britain and Europe – simply love to play the victim when they’re rightly being skewed. And to have a Stockholm syndrome indoctrinated Asian Coconut the offspring of Asian immigrants leading this white assemblage is really pathetic. But when you belong like these Nigerians to a brainwashed group of pillocks who spend billions annually bleaching your skin to look white as well as specifically acquiring white spouses or lovers so you can breed your ethnicity out, then it’s not in supposed serious offices of state, not that the British Home office is such, that one should be in but rather a secure criminal and psychiatric institution like Broadmoor. Assuming that there are any places there, as the Tories under Maggie Thatcher closed down for profit for themselves and sold off these psychiatric hospital assets to their friends claiming that these undoubted psychopaths and other mentally deranged prats could be cared for in the wider community. Well, we all know how wonderfully well (NOT) that has worked out. And personally I shan’t even bother to defend Gary Lineker, as there’s nothing that he needs defending from. It’ll be like defending goodness, integrity and the best characteristics of humanity; for if you have to essay to do so then you self-evidently haven’t a clue what these commendable attributes really are and stand for. So all I’ll say to Gary Lineker is this: Carry on being just who you are, mate. And much respect to you!

[tteokdoroki]

dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over,  finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ),  light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s):  merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless,  katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months  and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with  izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.” 

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks.  “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?”  you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut  november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night. 

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more. 

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms,  a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown. 

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal. 

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a  b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods. 

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later. 

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before  picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then;  your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at  insatiable place. 

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,”  you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed—  already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

[ly0nstea]

More Tabletop Questions

Hello, thank for answering my earlier questions but unfortunately I have some more that I would like answered if that is ok with you? Thanks!

"The game does mention the fire warriors, it says they are “at [Azula’s] disposal” implying they’re nothing more than pawns and she doesnt care for them, other than that it just says they have reduced numbers, azula isnt necessarily standing with them anymore, and theyre reckless."

So if I am following what you said, basically the Fire Warriors that where downed during the climax of Smoke and Shadow where arrested and presumably sent back to the asylum (or jailed). Meanwhile, the Fire Warrior remnants escaped with Azula, however, they are not on good terms with Azula because of their "recklessness" and so Azula is keeping them at an arms length distance. Not that she ever let come any closer since they were always disposable pawns to her because they were already thrown away by society while she only ended up in the asylum because she was a political prisoner (in her mind). This despite the Fire Warriors following Azula's plans to a tee despite at least one of them voicing concerns (Zirin), Azula being the one to spill the beans that they are humans, not sprits, by kicking Aang during their kidnapping of Kiyi, and the Fire Warriors risking their lives, bending, and/or worse imprisonment conditions if recaptured just by associating with her.

Well, assuming the assumptions in the above paragraph are correct it doesn't make that much sense or make the Gaang look that good. Because for starters, out of the six non-Azula Fire Warriors, five of them where knocked out (I counted the panels in S&S) and yet there was at least two of them by Azula's side during Zuko's ending speech in S&S. So that means either (1) she broke at least a couple of them out or (2) got more people to join her cause. But in regards to (1), the corebook, as far as I can tell, did not explain why she didn't break them all out considering she needs all the help she can get considering her fugitive status/lack of funds. And in regards to (2), the corebook, as far as I know, does not say how Azula recruited more people to her terrorist cell. Like did she go back to the asylum, or a different one, and got other desperate inmates to join her?

In fact (2), ties into my next question: did the Gaang ever find out about the abusive conditions of the asylum and how it enabled Azula to woo the Fire Warriors to her side? And on a related note, does the corebook explain how she was able to break them out without anyone finding out? Because as of right now, there is a credible argument that Fire Nation asylums, or at least Azula's asylum, are terrorist breeding grounds. And even if they think that Azula deserved to be abused in there (which would OOC and against Zuko's previously stated reason for putting her in there), at least Zuko would have reason to make sure the asylum(s) changed their practices so at least more terrorists won't be created.

"Meanwhile irohs 600 day long siege is just an offhand mention, and he's shown as wise and with a keen mind. Wtf."

So despite having having an opportunity to flesh out what General/Crown Prince Iroh, and by proxy what Prince Lu Ten, was like, they just gloss over Iroh's past just like they did in Legacy of the Fire Nation?

You know, one of my biggest issues with post-TV show Avatar is Bryke's unwillingness to go into detail in regards to Iroh's past or have us see him deal with the fallout. Because while I understand that if they don't write pre-Lu Ten's death Iroh well, they will face massive backlash (especially considering how fandom worships him), I think continuing to avoid directly portraying Iroh's past, or the fallout from it will only lead to bad writing.

For example, in LoFTN, Iroh, despite having full-owned his past, just makes off-handed references in passive voice to the fact that he was a leading general in a genocidal, imperialist army (ex. "I was a general who took life.") despite his past characterization all but saying he would fully acknowledge his past and give a full throated condemnation of it whenever he had the opportunity to do so.

And in Matcha Makers, despite having an opportunity to have one of the EK refugees and/or veterans recognize Iroh in his tea shop and start a dialogue about the limits of redemption and, among other things, why Iroh decided to live the rest of his life in the city he violently besieged for 600 days, the comic instead just has the sprits (Iroh is so spiritually inclined that he has little sprits, that he can only see, live with him) in shop set him up on a date with an older woman who has a crush on him, but one Iroh's doesn't (initially) reciprocate.

Also, on a related note, is it possible if you could provide scans and/or links showing where they talk about the Fire Warriors and pre-Lu Ten's death Iroh? Or if it is not possible to do both, at least you could provide scans and/or links showing where they talk about the Fire Warriors?

Anyway, I think have rambled on long enough and so I want to say thank you, again, for answering my questions as well taking the time to read this and posting those helpful scans. 

It doesnt mention anything about her recruiting anyone new, so i would just chock that up to a continuity error on behalf of the comics, it certainly wouldnt be their worst error.

Secondly, i honestly dont think the gaang would give a shit about how they treated at this point, not because of how the gaang feels, but because the authors refuse to have anyone feel sympathetic for azula, so id say they never will find out, and if they do theyll brush it off or even say she deserved it for everything she has done.

Iroh's past is entirely glossed over, most that mentioned is that he found the dragons and sieged ba sing se for 600 days, and it isnt even shown in an overtly negative light, as said, its an offhand mention, they much prefer to say how wise he is instead.

and yea, irohs giving no weight to his past actions only confirms to me he only really tackled the fire nation on a surface level and never once actually thought over the impact of his actions, or realised them, or even atoned for them. His son dying wasnt punishment or retribution, neither was zukos betrayal.

- Fire Warriors bio

- pre war iroh (notice it never even explicitly states he led the siege, just his son died, it does mention it in the bio for the siege, but i do think its odd they omitted it here, seen as its so, so important to his whole character.

- post war iroh