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Thor: Protector of Lesbians

I need a lot of things, but right now I just need Akashi walking in on Mayuzumi fingering himself while thinking of the emperor fucking him. And Akashi just watching him with those eyes until he comes.

Frustrating, so frustrating.

Rakuzan’s emperor had only taken interest for him as a replacement. It would have ben expected if he quit now. But no, it would be impossible to quit now.

Those eyes.

Sharp and strict, as if penetrating his soul. Akashi’s two toned eyes always sent shivers down Mayuzumi’s spine. Just thinking about them made him hot under the collar. Thus, he found himself slipping two fingers into his shorts and into his ass.

Akashi’s glare fresh in his mind, stripping him down until all his feelings were bare. Mayuzumi’s dick roared to life as it rubbed against the cool metal of the locker. His free arm propped onto the lockers to hold him steady.

Sweat accumulated as his fingers slipped in after teasing him. He gave a strangled gasp as he fought to suffocate his feelings. No, this isn’t right. Why would he be getting off to Akashi? Hate him. Hate him. Hate him!

“Where do you think you are?” the very voice he loved hate echoed into the locker room. Akashi stood with his arms crossed, eyes set into a glare. “Such vulgar acts will not be permitted in the locker room” he continued, voice laced with authority.

“F-fuck….” with just that last line, Mayuzumi’s cocked seeped pre-cum like a running faucet. The stifled moan in his throat did not go unnoticed.

“Are you possibly getting off to me?” Akashi mused taking a seat on the bench across Mayuzumi. “Do continue, I’d like a show before punishment” he smirked enjoying the view of Mayuzumi’s ass.

As much as Mayuzumi’s pride bit at him, the begging for release bothered him more. His fingers dived in deeper, knuckles grazing the contracting flesh of his asshole. He scissored himself and plunged at a harsh pace. His erection now smearing cum on to the locker as his body rocked with pleasure.

“How pitiful, do you wish it was my fingers sliding into your greedy ass?” Akashi’s sly tone made a groan slip past Mayuzum’s lips. “Yes…” the shameful moan brought light to Akashi’s eyes.

“Or perhaps you wish it were my cock? Stretching you body to it’s limits as I punish you” as Akashi spoke, Mayuzumi’s fingers moved faster. His mind swam at the image of Akashi carrying out his fantasy.

“Yes!” Mayuzumi buckled against the locker as his cock throbbed in release. Thick ropes of cums laced the lockers as Mayuzumi slid down to the floor in exaughstion.

“Whos said you were done? I still have to punish you” Akashi chuckled.

Maybe I should kill myself.

Awolnation (via unkaputtbarxo)

“Queer people exist. Choosing not to accept them is not an option. To anyone watching this that isn’t out, it’s okay. You’re okay. You were born this way, it’s right, and anyone that has a problem with it is wrong. Based on your circumstance, you might not feel ready to tell people yet or, that it’s safe, and that’s fine too, just know that living your truth with pride is the way to be happy. You are valid, it gets so much better, and the future is clear. It’s pretty queer.”

— Daniel Howell, “Basically I’m Gay”

“I can’t wait for gen z to get its wish and have civilization fall and collapse. You’re all going to be the first to die in the chaos. I honestly cannot imagine gen z in the workforce. Gen z doing any kind of labour? Ha, what a joke.”

You know what, mysterious internet person? I can’t imagine my generation in the workforce either. You know why? Because in order to get a job, we need work experience, but that’s only if we have time. We have to find the time to balance school, self care, a life, taking care of our families, and if we somehow manage to get a job, we have to balance that, as well. Right now, the North American school systems pressure literal children into conforming to the system. We are measured by our ability to fill in the correct bubble, and when a student struggles to understand like I do, despite trying as hard as they can, all the blame falls on them, and nothing gets done to help them.

The pressure to get good grades causes many high school students to develop very real mental health issues, and many more to break down in tears or similar because of stress. We have to get good grades so we can graduate and be put into crippling debt just to afford a post secondary education, and because so many students struggle like I do, those who can afford even a bit of it end up not meeting the requirements despite being qualified. Not to mention the raising prices for a higher level of education. While our parents were able to afford it with just a few months of working, all following generations have a debt that will last who knows how many years, because they are forced to take out loans. Because of students not being able to get into college or university, they are often overlooked when applying for jobs, which leads to still not having the money to get a post secondary education.

We are expected to live just like the older generations did. We are expected to have a good job, a nice house, and a good education by age 20, but while they had a simple 100m dash to get through, younger generations have to get through a full triathlon and two obstacle courses just to achieve one of those things. We must survive in a crippling economy where everyone is against us, and it isn’t because of ‘those pesky iPhones’.

Instead, it is caused by our elders who demand unconditional respect, while we have to earn it. We are treated like children who know nothing. We are raised to sit up and shut up, taking anything that’s thrown at us without a word, and if we try to speak up, we are labelled as rude and rebellious. We are taught that conforming to society’s views is the way to get through life, and we are too young to know who we are.

If we express anything out of the ordinary, it’s labeled as a phase, and our experiences are written off because we’re ‘too young’ to understand. We are too young know who we are, unless it’s part of society’s norms. We are too young to fight for what’s right. Too young for this, too young for that, and yet we are forced to grow up. We need to grow up because the world has gone to utter shit, and people are dying. We need to grow up because the ‘real world’ doesn’t suddenly appear after high school. We need to grow up because this world has political leaders that make all minorities fear for their lives. We need to grow up so we can get that education, so we can get that job, so we can have even a small chance at survival.

Random internet person, I have one last thing to say to you. Civilization is already collapsing. The chaos is now, and our struggle to survive is not our fault.

Wait, I just realized english is not just a language for us to understand each other, but THERE are people using it unironically 

no one who speaks english as their first language is valid and that is the tea for today

The legend, the rumor

“…you want me to what?” Vree asked, tail twitching despite himself.

“We have two humans coming aboard,” Commander Ryyt repeated himself colt. “As our senior xenobiologist, I am putting them in your charge.”

“I specialize in PLANTS,” Vree said helplessly. He had heard the stories about humans just like everyone else, and believed almost none of it. “What am I supposed to do with humans?”

“Learn about their culture,” the commander shrugged. “And their biology. Everything you can. The Pride Council needs to know how much truth there is in the rumors.”

Probably none, Vree thought grimly. Rumors were always exaggerated, usually beyond understanding.

“Why me?” He asked, hoping for a way out of this mess before it got started. “I never deal with sentient creatures. You remember the tak-ra incident, sir.”

“I do,” Ryyt sighed. “But you’re still the tanking xenobiologist on the ship, and your impressive military record suggest that, should any of the stories be true, you will be able to defend yourself.”

Well that was promising. Vree glared, But to no avail. One of Ryyt’s striped ears twitched. He knew Vree too well. He could never resist a mystery, and humans were the biggest mystery there were.

“When do they arrive?”

“In one solar hour, give or take.”

Damn him. No time to prepare or anything.

“Can they do anything useful, or are they soldiers?”

“Human-Nerea is an environmental specialist. Human-Amir is a xenotechnology specialist. They both have some combat training, but they are scientists before soldiers.”

Ryyt handed Vree the file on his desk and sat back as Vree flipped through it quickly. There was more information than he could read before the humans arrived, but he could study it while they settled in.

“I take it you accept?” Ryyt asked when Vree laid his ears back and glared at his commanding officer. “I can find someone else but you’re the best fit.”

“No, I’ll do it,” Vree muttered, and closed his fingers around the file. “I want hazard pay any time I have to go to shore with them, and any time there MIGHT be hostiles in the area. Double if the ship is breached or there may be fighting of any kind.”

“Pessimistic, aren’t you?”

“Only if the stories aren’t true. If they are, you’ll be glad I only asked for this.”

That made Ryyt snarl a laugh and he waved a dismissal. “Fine, Fine. I’ll arrange it. And Vree, I doubt the stories are true.”

“So do I,” Vree shrugged. “But you never know. Where will they be?”

“Dock five. And Vree?”

Vree turned and cocked an ear to show he was listening. Ryyt gave him a fangy grin.

“Yes sir?” Vree said cautiously, sensing the commander’s wicked sense of humor.

“Try not to let them eat you. Dismissed.”

The door closed in his face before Vree could do more than hiss his displeasure.

Try not to get eaten indeed!

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