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She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her  again. 

The combination of the two held her almost wholly helpless in his hands. She stretched her legs wider apart, one knee crooking up on the bed, and shuddered. The emotional pressure of her feelings onto him was almost continual, now, and she felt as though a vast wave was gathering, waiting to sweep her away. The only word she could put to it was ‘good’; the sense of him sliding easily in and out of her was so good.

Derek pumped the finger more as he felt her getting more wet around it, and then he carefully lined up a second, beginning to ease it in as he kissed her. The pleasure she was sharing was intense and he wanted to make her feel even better. 

She arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Helplessly, overwhelmed, she nodded. Perhaps because she’d been homeless, reduced to begging, she hadn’t realised how much of herself she’d lost. How many gaps there were. Now she knew, and she didn’t know how to fill them. Reaching up, she put her hand over his and squeezed, before padding back to the living room. She sat next to Isaac, close but not touching.

Isaac saw Summer come back into the den and sit down, careful not to touch him. He knew Derek was a good cook so he wouldn’t bother him asking what he was going to make. Instead he picked up the tv remote and turned it on something simple, just whatever movie was on and looked to Summer. “You want to lean? I promise I’m not too boney to lean on,” he said with a little grin. His arm went over the back of the couch, opening up his side for her if she wanted to, though he just turned back to the tv and left it, letting her decide. 

After a moment of hesitation and glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen to Derek, Summer inched over and tucked herself under Isaac’s arm. Balancing a book and a sheet of paper on her knee, she wrote, ‘tell me about you. are you like him? he is a very big wolf’

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ (Skylar, they BOTH want this with Summer)

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Summer knelt very still in the private waiting room, nervous at the thought of leaving the Center for the first time in her adult life. She’d always been safe here, protected and cared for — but a man named Skylar had bought her contract, and now she was to leave with him.

She’d dressed with care, anxious to give the right impression. Outwardly, she looked perfectly ordinary, a thin tank top underneath a shirt with a deep v-neck. Remove the shirt, though, and the tank top was sheer, offering glimpses of belly and breasts. She wore nothing at all beneath her flirty skirt.

And her throat was totally bare, waiting to receive his collar, that would mark her as his for as long as he held her contract.

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ (Collar meme, Skyy)

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Summer fidgeted in the waiting room. The Center staff had dressed her out all pretty in pale green, hair twined in a long braid and waiting to be pulled or wrapped around her throat. Subtle makeup enhanced her eyes, and her nails were trimmed short and painted a soft shell pink.

Dealing with a new client, especially one who had exclusivity privileges, was always hard; especially for someone who served as a submissive but wasn’t naturally so. She knew nothing about this client save her name and gender — not her preferences nor her appearance.

Skyy. Summer put her fingers to her bare throat, trying to imagine what kind of collar a person named Skyy would put on her. Would it be feminine and dainty, or would Skyy be the leather-and-chains sort?

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Do not let any calamity-howling executive with an income of $1,000 a day, who has been turning his employees over to the Government relief rolls in order to preserve his company’s undistributed reserves, tell you—using his stockholders’ money to pay the postage for his personal opinions – that a wage of $11 a week is going to have a disastrous effect on all American industry.

FDR during a fireside chat, 1938

amazing how this would be radical for any politician to say now. points to how far our parameters have shifted to the right.

(via definedpleasures)

*glares pointedly at the entire Walton family*

(via persian-slipper)

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dontbearuiner:

fuckingconversations:

nevver:

What’s wrong with this picture?

Idk, maybe they’re reading about the history around them.

Have you ever been to the Louvre? There are a shit-ton of apps you can download to help you learn the history and meaning behind the paintings. Like, when you walk in, after you go through the security scan, there are ACTUALLY shit-ton of advertisements and suggestions on how to download learning apps, buy their digital walk-through. or take a guided tour.  They’re quite happy to stuff tech down your throat (and your wallet) to enhance your experience. (it also makes it easier on the staff, to take smaller groups. Some people just like wandering on their own)

When I went through there, there was a class, and the teacher told them to write down notes. Many kids hadn’t brought notepads, and when the teacher said ‘write this down’ they all shuffled their phones out, and tapped away on a ‘notebook’ app.

Sure, these kids in the pic might be taking a break after walking through a three-hour tour of learning and history and magnificent art, by texting their friends or vegging out on facebook…(and I know where that painting is, in that museum. It’s pretty damn far from the front entrance. Took me an hour to get there, and I wasn’t even with a guided tour)

or maybe they’re learning more than your technophobic ass ever will from just silently staring at a painting without referencing the wealth of knowledge stored within the internet.

More than half of my college classes encouraged us to have laptops out – either to write notes, or to reference sources that the teacher was lecturing on. Often, people with tablets would have their E-books open, writing on the digital pages, or if they didn’t have a touch-screen, highlighting and notating bits of text.  One of my professors specifically asked us to bring our tech to class, so we could show him sources for when we wanted to discuss a certain topic that was relevant to the day’s lesson.

Conclusion? Fuck off about how ‘technology is ruining our youth/destroying learning. The internet has encouraged my thirst for knowledge more than 99% of my teachers have. It has enhanced classrooms since we learned how to source online journals, and made any school library a thousand times bigger than they could afford, had they only stuck to paper and binding.

Oh thank god someone made that comment, especially the bit about guide apps at the Louvre.

She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her  again. 

Her mouth shaped his name, soundlessly, the first time she’d ever tried to speak with him. Eyes closed, her whole body arched and twisted in his hands, sparks seeming to race across her skin. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her in a way that nothing in her short memory had done before. Almost looking for something to distract her, she hooked a hand behind Derek’s head, trying to kiss him again.

Derek let her hand guide him back to her lips, kissing her as he breathed heavily through his nose. He let his finger press in to the knuckle slowly before easing it back and then rocking it in again. He set up a pace like that, teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip and tongue slipping past her lips to snake into her mouth.

The combination of the two held her almost wholly helpless in his hands. She stretched her legs wider apart, one knee crooking up on the bed, and shuddered. The emotional pressure of her feelings onto him was almost continual, now, and she felt as though a vast wave was gathering, waiting to sweep her away. The only word she could put to it was ‘good’; the sense of him sliding easily in and out of her was so good.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She padded in, pausing in the doorway before going round the whole room, peering at everything on the counters and all the cabinets. She lingered before the refrigerator, inspecting what was on it. Then she started to open /everything/. She didn’t leave anything open, but she looked at it all.

It was a strange feeling — she knew the names of almost everything she found, but there was no personal context to any of it. She couldn’t remember tastes, wasn’t sure what she liked or didn’t like, but she knew that macaroni usually had cheese sauce and carrots could be eaten raw or cooked. After a little while she was reduced to staring at the boxes and cans blindly, frowning and feeling twisted up wrong.

Derek followed her into the kitchen, Isaac behind him, and they watched as she looked through literally everything. At one point when she had a pause, Derek, with his arms crossed and leaning against a counter, said “You are so not going through my room like that,” offhand and contemplating. 

He saw her as she just scanned things eventually, not seeming to take anything in and her body rolling off ‘discomfort.’ He stepped over and spoke softly, Isaac sitting back in the living room by now. “Hey,” he began, gently turning her to face him. “How about I make something. Then you can try it and see how you like it, yeah?”

Helplessly, overwhelmed, she nodded. Perhaps because she’d been homeless, reduced to begging, she hadn’t realised how much of herself she’d lost. How many gaps there were. Now she knew, and she didn’t know how to fill them. Reaching up, she put her hand over his and squeezed, before padding back to the living room. She sat next to Isaac, close but not touching.

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lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“We didn’t change the sheets yet,” he said reluctantly, head tipping back to bare more of his throat to the werewolf. But Isaac’s mouth against his skin overwhelmed his reservations, like usual, and he closed his eyes to whisper, “don’t stop.”

He shivered against the other male and plastered his chest to his back, one hand inching its way down Summer’s abdomen as the other absently played with his hair. “Mine,” he breathed out just as he sank his teeth into his boyfriend’s neck, sucking a light bruise into the pale flesh.

Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.