For fucks’ sake, it’s incredibly impolite, selfish, and ugly to ignore someone you already plotted with. The least you can do, if you’re invoking that godforsaken bullshit crap about how the only thing you should care about when rping is yourself, is say ‘thanks but no thanks after all’ when someone messages you AFTER WAITING TWO GODDAMN WEEKS FOR YOU.

Selfish assholes, all of you. This isn’t a fucking community; it’s a damn babysitting services.

Auction [just for stupid]

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

A quiet tap of footsteps heralded Summer’s return. “Yes, you do,” she said, offering him a folder. “You have a pension. Every slave we free draws a pension. You can take it and go, if you like, or you can stay and work for it. I do still need a bodyguard.”

Derek was extremely uncomfortable. There was something unsettling about these assured people and their ways that he just wasn’t used to. It was all well thought out but Derek very nearly felt like he was backed into a corner. Figuratively. He’d chosen the literal corner to occupy in this room.

Spring’s face was still impassive, calm, but Summer closed her eyes, looking pained. She pulled her hand back, then laid the folder on the little table by the door, on top of the few medical tools there. “This is why I wish you could trust us, just a little. Everything we do makes you afraid. I don’t understand it! There’s no trick, no trap, you can ask any question you like, do anything you like!”

She buried her face in her hands, and Spring came to place a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I told you,” she said softly, looking at Derek. “She takes it as a personal insult. Please go, for now.”

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.

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 put her hands up to her face and blew a raspberry, one of the few noises she could still make easily. She didn’t even know why she couldn’t speak, just that any sound involving her vocal cords just … didn’t happen.

Just to be really irritating, because she was put out by the way her good morning mood had been ruined, she blew a raspberry on Isaac’s back, and then Derek’s stomach. Then she flounced out of the bed.

Derek chuckled, laughing as Isaac was ‘attacked’ and then jumped as he was in turn. He watched her get out of the bed and sighed, settling back. Isaac just mumbled, disgruntled by all the interruptions, and snuggled up to Derek. 

Turning on her heel, Summer stamped off to take over Derek’s bathroom. She was just annoyed enough not to care that she had nothing to put on afterward, and made a valiant attempt at using up all the hot water, too.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.

Sensing the slight pain emitting from his boyfriend, Isaac let out a little whine and splayed his hand across Summer’s stomach, healing him even as he continued to rock into his body. He was so close, and as he hungrily drank in the delicious sounds of the other male moaning, it wasn’t very long at all before his release took over, causing him to shake and growl against Summer, vision blurring as he ground against his rear.

“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.