#love bites but so do I

[sunwarmed-ash]

Love Bites but so do I-Tumblr exclusive Snippet 😍😈

Bella x Jacob x Edward

So @tentoriumcerebelli @sweeteatercat I don't have the next chapter written, but I do have the next NEXT chapter fleshed out lolol here you go!!

“Why do you smell different?” Edward is the first to notice. Which he should have guessed. Enhanced senses and whatever, but right now, he’s not in the mood.  He pushes past his boyfriend and continues his trajectory toward the fridge. Pointedly trying not to accidentally think the answer.  “Oh…” Well, guess he fucked that. Jake slams the door of Bella’s fridge closed. “Hey!” Bella scolded, though her face screamed worry.   “Get out of my head,” Jacob scolds Edward.  “It doesn't work like that, and you know it,” Edward snarls back. “Guys.” “Doesn't mean you get free reign to act on information that wasn't consciously given!” “I don’t understand, I thought- Bella said you turned down the chance to be Alpha?” “Yeah, well, evidently, my body didn't get the memo…” Jake gruffs.  “Do you have someone, to help you take care of it?” Edward asks.  “Guys…” “What do you think?” Jacob spits, harsher than he’s talked to either of them in weeks.  “Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!” Bella demands. “It's complicated,” Edward answers for Jacob.  The werewolf sends him a scathing look.   “And personal and none of your fucking business!” “Jacob!” Bella scolds.  “Sam? Leah? Emily?” Edwards offers, pushing past the man’s attitude for the true issue at hand.  “Yeah right,” Jacob scoffs hatefully. “They can't stand to be in the same room with me!” “Little judgemental of them isn't it? Doesn’t it happen to them too?” “Doesn’t what happen?” Bella asks again but the boys continue to ignore her.  “Not- because of that. Because of…us,” Jacob finally admits, motioning between the three of them.  Edward’s teeth clench hard and Bella’s worry only grows.  “Okay, is anyone going to fill me in now? I’d really appreciate it.” “Our families,” Edward sighs before a deprecating laugh breaks through, “don’t approve of our relationship.” “Oh. Well,” Bella says, moving closer to Jake, intertwining their fingers, “we didn't really think they would, right? I mean, Charlie was honestly a huge surprise.”  Jake laughs, but its as bitter as Edwards just a moment ago.  “Enough that I’m unwelcome back on the reservation.”  “WHAT? Jake, I-” Bella starts to apologize but Edward is pivoting past one trauma to continue the line of questioning from before.  “What happens to you, if you don't get what you need?” “...I don't know. No one will tell me anything about it…” Jake admits, and Bella can honestly say he looks fucking terrified.  “Hey, we're here,” Bella offers, pushing into Jake’s chest for a hug.  “No!” He jumps away from her like her touch burns or something. “Y-You have to go. I can't-, I don't know what this is going to look like, what I'm going to turn into. I can't hurt you. Either of you.”  “You won’t hurt me,” Edward says, but Jacob scoffs.  “You don't know that.” Edward shrugs.  “I'm pretty sure.” “Fuck off.” “Jake, please, let us help,” Bella begs, her own tears lining her eyes because she doesnt understand whats going on, how to help. Why he's pushing her away. Them away.  “You can’t,” he sighs sadly, “Not with this.”

The Clearing 

“Bella?” Bella’s been stunned silent since Jacob walked out. She can feel Edward practically buzzing beside her with anxiety but she's too lost in her own thoughts to address him right now.  “Love please, talk to me.” She stops walking suddenly, turning around to face Edward.  “What did we do?” she demands. “What?” “What did we do? Why doesn't he want our help?” Edward clears his throat, obviously at war with himself on if he should share the privileged information or not.  “He does, that’s… part of the problem. I can understand his hesitation.” “Ugh! You know you're really starting to piss me off with all the secretary!” Edward exhales before taking her hands. Whatever he was going to tell her, evidently he thought she needed to be coddled through it.  “There are things that happen to werewolves that don't happen to humans. Or vampires, or really any other creature that I know of.” “Okay, and what's that?” “He’s about to go into rut.”  Bella’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.  “Am I supposed to know what that is?” “You do spend quite a bit more time around werewolves than I ever have,” he teases gently, before continuing with the explanation. “My interpretation? Mating season on steroids mixed with a nasty case of the flu.” “So…” Bella doesn't know what she expected to hear, but she can definitely tell you it wasn’t that. “He’s worried because, he’s going to be sick? And- horny?” “Dangerously so.”  It sounds like a loud of bullshit, but Edwards' face remains the same. And she remembers how scard Jake looked. He wouldnt have just, made all that up for the hell of it, right? Edward is still talking so she tris to pay attention this time. “He will be closest to his wolf form during this time. Advanced senses, strength, stamina, sexual endurance.” “And he worries, what, we can’t help him…get off?”  “He’s worried because you’re human,” Edward says gently. “He’s terrified he might permanently injure you in the process. I can’t say I don’t understand the fear. I am grateful for his reservations.” Bella scoffs frustratedly. “Well yeah, yippee, except now he’s dealing with this alone. Who the fuck is that supposed to help?” Edward smirks.  “You’ve developed quite the foul mouth you know.” Bella rolls her eyes.  “I spend all my time with two immature boys, your bad influences are bound to rub off on me,” she mumbles before her anxiety finally has tears spilling over her cheeks.  “Hey,” Edward says softly, cupping her cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb, “I want to help him too.” “You sure?” She sniffles, pulling away to rub her tears on her hoodie sleeves.   “Of course I’m sure. But not at the expense of you. He insisted on that too.” “What’s going on with his family?” “They don’t approve of us. Well, me really. You, they love.” “So they kicked him out? Of his home?” “So it would seem.” “That’s so fucked up,” she huffs, her own anger growing and getting close to overflowing. She’s going to be having a word with Billy Black as soon as Jake’s out of trouble. Goddamn, why does it seem like one of them is always in peril? “What are you thinking?” “We have to help him.” Edward shakes his head.  “He doesn't want our help.” But Bella’s made up her own mind.  “Well whether he wants it or not, he needs it.”

I mentioned the rut/alpha angle I was going to take with Jacob right?👀

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[grimmswan]

Love Bites (But So Do I) 3

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer @cssns

Once Upon A Time : Emma Swan and Captain Killian Hook Jones

To learn more about unusual break ins and thefts, Emma and Killian attended a long anticipated play. They were certain that the wealthy and the elite would make up most of the audience. And they would also be a source of a lot of gossip.

“You look good enough to eat.” Killian growled, pulling Emma to him and nuzzling her neck.

Her red dress was tight at the bodice. The corset pushed up her breasts, giving any onlooker a lovely view. The red and black lace choker around her neck added a little something that had Killian practically salivating over his lover.

Emma arched her body, opening more of herself for Killian’s attention.

“Lucky for both of us, I chose a flowing skirt. It will be easy to maneuver.”

The powers of speed and perception that came with being a vampire worked in Emma’s favor.

Neither she nor Killian were able to keep their hands off of one another on the carriage ride to the theater.

It was only through her supernatural abilities that Emma was able to fix their clothing before the valet opened their carriage door.

But as they entered the grand hall, Killian’s mood soured.

Emma followed his eye line and noticed a woman, slightly shorter than Emma, with light brown hair, and a haughty air of wealth and privilege about her.

“Aurora.” Killian explained. “She and I were engaged. Her family liked the idea of having an officer of the Royal Navy as a family member. Liam said it would be good for us to become part of an aristocratic family. Aurora said that she found me attractive and knew we would have beautiful babies. But after I was attacked, she called our engagement off.

 I was laying in the hospital when a nurse handed me a letter. In it, she said that she feared I was disfigured. That she couldn’t stomach seeing me in a hospital bed, all wrapped in bandages. And she couldn’t marry a man with scars all over his body.”

Emma remembered Killian telling her that he and his brother were out patrolling when they were both viciously attacked by what he later discovered to be a werewolf. Liam Jones had been killed instantly. His throat had been slashed open, causing him to bleed out.

Killian would have died from his injuries eventually, had he not become infected by the beast.

Emma knew that Killian had worshiped his brother.

It made what Aurora did all the more heartless.

And it seemed it hadn’t taken her long to move on, if the man whose arm she was on was any indication.

"Let’s go over and say hello." Emma suggested. An idea for the perfect revenge formed in her mind.

Aurora's face revealed plainly how shocked she was that her former fiance was far from disfigured.

The shock was soon replaced with envy, when she realized Killian had essentially married a woman far wealthier than her and her new fiance's families, combined. 

"How did you enjoy the play?" Philip asked, oblivious to his fiance's irritation.

“It was wonderful. I’m so glad Killian recommended seeing it.”

“You weren’t the one who suggested attending?” Aurora asked.

Emma had a sense that she believed women were the ones who decided on the social events.

“I trust my beloved’s judgment.” 

Aurora, thinking she found a way to embarrass her former betrothed, interjected.

“After that injury you sustained, making it impossible for you to work, it must be nice to have all of that time to do research on social events while you live off of your wife’s fortune.”

“Didn’t you know?” Emma asked, loudly, faking her surprise. “Killian fully healed from his injuries. He is as fit and healthy as he ever was. His skill and expertise gained from the royal navy is essential to our business.”

“And what is it that the two of you do?” Philip asked, genuinely curious and interested in the couple.

“The short answer is we are private investigators.” Killian explained. “We are often hired to look into things the main authorities would not be able to.”

“Sounds exciting. I would love to hear some stories, sometime. Perhaps the two of you can join us for dinner tomorrow night?”

Aurora looked as if she were about to choke. Emma could sense that she was trying to think quickly on how to prevent them from entering her home.

“We would love to.” Emma spoke before the brat could interject.. “Killian can tell you all about how he took down five goons at once, while I was questioning their boss.”

The dinner would be useful two fold.

One, Killian and Emma could find out what the humans knew about the attacks.

Two, they could rub it in Aurora’s face how greatly she messed up in letting Killian go.

Philip gave directions to his and Aurora’s home and when to arrive for dinner.

Then the two couples said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Knowing that Aurora was watching and listening, Emma cupped Killian’s groin and whispered, “I can’t wait to get you home. My pussy feels so empty without your cock inside it.”

WIth her acute hearing, she picked up Aurora’s gasp. Obviously shocked and scandalized at Emma’s bold and wanton behavior.

A proper noble woman was never to use such language. A lady of class and refinement never threw herself at a man. Not even her husband.

Honestly, Killian being turned into a werewolf was the best thing to happen to him. His sex life would have been so boring if he had married the spoiled brat.

Once they were in their carriage and the door was shut, Emma crawled into Killian’s lap.

The way she began to grind on his throbbing member made all thoughts of the past vanish from his mind.

"I don't want to wait till we get home." She moaned. "I want to feel you all over my body, now."

If the two weren’t so lost in one another, they would have seen Aurora peaking through the window of hers and her husband’s carriage and into theirs.

And then they would have seen her expression of shock, disgust, and envy that marred her pretty face.

The carriage ride back to their home was just as passionate as their ride to the theater.

But the arrival to their destination meant it was Emma’s turn to slip into a fowl mood.

Beal was standing in front of the house, blocking their entryway at their gate.

Emma knew that Killian’s instinct would always be to protect her and their home. He was possessive of her. Of their bond. And he would destroy anything that was a threat to it.

So she had no real concern at her former sire being there. It was just a great annoyance. It meant that her playtime with her werewolf would be delayed.

A glance at Killian, and Emma could see he was as unhappy about this situation as she was.

Killian didn’t like the male vampire’s smug demeanor. He wanted to tear into his chest cavity and rip out his heart. He wanted to dig his claws into the vampire’s skin and tear it from his body.

That would be the best way of removing his smug grin.

It was obvious that Neal needed to be shown how foolish he was being.

Emma decided to give her former sire the opportunity to learn his lesson the hard way.

“If you want to talk, Neal, then we’ll allow you to talk. I have to make a call to Nemo. Killian, my darling, will you keep an I on him while I do it.”

The three entered the house. Emma continued toward the study to update Nemo on the case.

Being alone with Killian, Neal thought it was the best time to demand the werewolf leave Emma alone.

“Do you really think she’s happy with you? Dog breath. I’m the best thing that has happened to her. She will only be satisfied with her own kind. The sooner the two of you realize that, the better everyone will be.”

Killian's eyes glowed a hypnotic blue. His menacing growl shook Neal to his core.

“I’ve allowed you to say your piece. Now I’m going to say mine. I’m in this for the long hall, mate. Emma is the best thing to happen to me. You are the worst thing to happen to her. The sooner you get that through your head, the better. I will fight for Emma with my dying breath.”

Emma returned. She noticed the two men glaring at one another. Killian’s face was full of fury. Neal’s face contained more nervous energy.

"Why is your crotch wet?" She asked in puzzled disgust.

Killian snorted, smelling the rancid stench at the same time she did. Revealing the truth.

Neal had pissed himself in fear.

“I could never be yours.” Emma sneered at Neal. “You are a sniveling coward. My Killian does everything to fill my life with pleasure. You only fill it with disgust.”

Neal, choosing to pretend that he hadn’t just soiled himself, pleaded with Emma to speak with him alone.

“I want nothing to do with you, Neal.” Emma hissed.

“We were good, once, we can be again.”

“We were never good. You’re delusional if you think we were in love. Even you can’t possibly believe your lies.”

He grabbed a hold of her arm. “Emma, please just listen to me.”

“Let go of me.”

Within seconds, Killian transformed, turning from his human state into full beast form.

Neal screamed and tried to escape, but it was too late. Even a vampire could not get away from an enraged werewolf.

“You shouldn’t have touched me, Neal.” Emma said calmly, knowing both men could hear her. “My lover is quite jealous and possessive.”

With his powerful jaws, Killian tore open Neal’s throat while a massive paw ripped his rib cage from him, exposing his insides. The other paw raked at his back, exposing and breaking his spine.

Being a vampire, Neal was able to survive, but he was left in terrible agony.

With her sharp senses, Emma saw that Neal’s body was slowly healing itself.

For the time being, there was nothing he could do but lay on the ground and wait for the power to get back up again.

His view until then would be pure torture, for him.

For Emma, it would be sweet ecstasy.

Killian was not done proving that Emma was his. He turned to her with a roar, ripping her gown from her.

He licked a long stripe up her body, starting deep between her legs.

She wrapped one hand around his neck, and used the other hand to brace herself on the table. Her eyes fluttered close at the pleasure Killian created with the working of his large tongue over her body.

When she was dripping, her beast aligned himself and speared her on his massive cock.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Neal’s shock and amazement, and felt a smug satisfaction knowing he was comparing himself, and falling short.

Emma didn’t hold back her moans and cries of pleasure as Killian thrust wildly into her.

She would let the whole world know how good it felt to be ravaged by her beast.

He erupted into her, marking her with the scent of his seed.

Now calmed, Killian shifted from his wolf form to human once again.

Neal was still helpless, so Emma saw it as an opportunity to show him what he will never have.

She dropped to her knees before Killian, taking his softened member in her mouth and stimulating it to firmness once again.

she cradled him, squeezing ever so gently, and soon had him moaning his enjoyment.

He tried to pull her up, but she wouldn’t allow it. She sucked harder on his member, taking it deep in her throat. His legs began to tremble from the intensity of her focus.

The noises she made were deafening to Neal’s ears. Every slurp, every lick, seemed to echo around the room.

She was even moaning! As if she were enjoying it as much as the beast above her.

Even after Killian howled his release, Emma remained with her mouth around his organ, until every last drop of his essence had been consumed.

Then she stood up. Her eyes filled with love and her smile full of mischief.

“Delicious.” She purred. “Alway my favorite treat.”

Their eyes turned to Neal, who was just starting to get the strength to get up.

“I should kill him. How dare he even think about touching you.” Killian growled.

Emma cradled his face and smiled warmly at her lover. Though her words were far more sinister. “Control yourself, my beloved. I enjoy watching you tear Neal apart. Torturing him is far more satisfying than killing him outright. Letting him live is especially cruel, when he knows of what you and I are to one another.”

Killian grabbed Neal by the throat. His claws punctured the skin, causing the vampire's own blood to drip from his neck.

"If you have any self preservation, I suggest you find another place to dwell. Preferably one that is far away from here." Emma sneered. "Or else my werewolf lover and I will make your existence a living nightmare."

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[noisyghost]

i can't let you leave

[mipexch]

i love animating these little freaks

[girlboyburger]

you're nice to people who are bald or balding, right? you're nice to people with high hairlines? or weird hair growth? right? you don't make mean jokes about going bald at the expense of people who are going through the very scary and usually very isolating process of losing hair?? right???

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[writer-room]

Dragons Rising really is the best sequel series for diehard Lloyd enjoyers, cause, yes, we acknowledge that he has panic attacks, crappy mental health, and also he's the grandson of God, but you know what really gets me? Lloyd is tired.

He's plagued with migraines (the visions are also migraines don't @ me), he's bemoaning about never getting a good nights sleep, hes struggling so hard to be a good leader and clearly doesn't have all the answers, and he's just some 20yo who's been cursed with saving the world since he was younger than his own students.

That's the realest way Lloyd could've ever been written in a future-series. It's what he is. But he's not angry (usually), he's not telling everyone to deal with it themselves, and he's not giving up. I love when Lloyd has finally had enough, but the real, genuine Lloyd? He'd never stop caring. He cares so much it'd kill him. He's tired and by god does he refuse to quit. I love that kid. Please get him a warm blanket

[umblrspectrum]

i love this brand of image so much

[sunwarmed-ash]

Max Prompts 1

From @sweeteatercat

Prompt: Jake x Ed 😬 A heated, aggressive atmosphere ~ with Ed as the bottom~

Tags: Twilight, Jacob x Edward, bottom Edward, rough sex 🔞😈👀

It became a game, seeing how far he could push Edward,

“Cut it out,” Edward growls, because this errant teasing is getting old. 

‘I'll stop when you tell me,’ he thinks, because Edward still hasn't told him about his major orgy in The Village and Jake hasn't been able to focus on anything else since Bells left for Phoenix. 

“You really aren't going to give this up are you?”

‘Nope,’ Jake thinks, taking more of the straw of his soda into his mouth and thinking very pointedly all the ways he wants this straw to be his boyfriend's dick. 

“Fine. But not here.”

-

As soon as they are back at Edward’s place their game continues. Though the reason why is all but forgotten now, leaving only the unresolved sexual aggression between them.  

Jake gets the rare opportunity of the upper hand and uses it to shove Edward into the wall so hard that the plaster behind him caves in a few inches. 

Edward would have cursed at him if it wasn’t so fucking hot. He hasn't had an equally strong partner in decades. And Jacob fits the build perfectly. 

“Well, they weren’t quite this rough,” Edward chuckles, pulling Jake in closer to kiss him. 

‘Need me to adjust?’ the wolf asks telepathically, his lips busy kissing their way down Edward's neck.  

“Yeah, don’t go easy on me,” Edward teases and it gains him the perfect, annoyed reaction. 

“Oh fuck you,” Jake says before biting hard into Ed’s lower lip. 

“Was that not the plan?”

-

Edward's teasing finally gains him the desired effect. Mostly because he knew since the beginning Jacob had been pulling his punches. A force of habit when interacting with humans, but Edward wasn’t human. That was his whole point. He doesn’t want ‘Jacob the human’ to fuck him, he’s looking for the wolf.  

“How’s this?” Jake asks, and it's honestly hard to hear the question over the sound of their bodies snapping together. 

“Fine, I suppose,” Edward teases, even if every drag of Jake’s thick, heated cock against his insides is making him shake with how hard he’s trying to keep back his orgasm. 

“Oh you're such an asshole,” Jake laughs, biting hard into his shoulder. His tempo increases but Edward knows there's still more potential to tap. 

“And you’re still holding back, come on, I know you have more in you.”

It's finally the right sequence of words. Jake has Edward flipped onto his back and his cock back inside him before he can think of another smart remark. The angle is even better than the first one. And now he has the benefit of being able to reach Jake’s neck. 

As soon as Edward's cool tongue runs over the bugling muscle of Jake’s throat, the wolf’s fucks stutter. 

“P-Please,” Jake pants at the same time Edward's fangs sink into his skin. “Fuck!” Jake growls before his hips start fucking in earnest. 

Edward's teeth remain in his neck, sucking until Jake whimpers a yielding plea. 

“You’re going to pay for that,” Jake groans and Edward chuckles. 

“I sure hope so.”

-

He is paying for it, and fuck, he’d repay every bet this way for the rest of his life if it felt like this. 

Jake’s got Edward’s body pinned between the heated, sculpted muscle of his chest and the firm mattress below him. His hands are touching Edward everywhere. Everywhere but his dick of course. That Jake is purposefully avoiding because made the overconfident bet that he could make Edward cum without touching him. 

Edward took that bet knowing full well he was on his way to the hardest orgasm he’d ever had. And yes, he’s factoring in his 100 years of life. He’s grateful, not for the first time, Jake can't read his mind. 

“Please, come on Jake,” Edward pants, he’s close, he’s so so close. 

“Yeah,” Jake asks hopefully and Edward can hear the full extent of the energy he’s exerting to fuck him. 

“Yeah,” Edward agrees. 

Jake pulls him up again. The angle allows gravity to help him sink onto every inch of Jake’s cock. Edwards’ eyes roll back in pleasure. “F-Fuck,” Edward suddenly squeaks. Jake’s huge and hot hand is finally touching his dick. Edward had given up the hope that was ever going to happen, and if Jake ever repeats it he will tear the wolf's throat out. “Fuck…”

“Come on, I want to see you lose it for me,” Jake urges and that’s it. 

Edward’s hips thrust desperately into Jake’s hand and then back onto his cock. He repeats the motion until-

“Fuck, fuck,” Edward whines, melting against Jake’s chest as cum shoots past the tip of his cock and down Jake’s hand.

--

Thanks so much for this prompt! There's also a very real chance this will be edited again and added to the Love bites but so do I story 😈😘😘

[grimmswan]

Love Bites (But so do I) part one

for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023

Vampire Emma and Werewolf Killian investigate, hunt down, and eliminate those who prey on the innocent and disturb the peace between the humans and the supernatural beings.

Supernatural Steampunk Detective Horror Adventure

He watched from the shadows. Waiting for the perfect specimen to walk by.

Another lovely young lady to add to his collection. A beautiful woman to aid him in his experiments.

He was determined to find a way to turn people into mindless slaves. Beings of flesh and blood that could serve the wealthy and elite in much more pleasurable ways than any robot could.

He smiled in glee when he spotted her. A stunning creature with golden hair.

Her body was accentuated by a red dress that molded to her form. The corset was low cut and pushed up her breasts. The ruby pendant she wore further aided in drawing the eye to her chest.

 It was obvious she wanted to be desired. Everything about her appearance demanded attention.

This one he would keep for himself.

He tightened his black cloak around himself and drew out his syringe.

He knew he needed to be quick. Not just to inject her with the drug to put her to sleep, but to get her back to his lab before she wakes up and before anyone could see and interrupt his task.

Luck was on his side. There was no one around.

The heels of her shoes clicking on the stone paved walkway were the only sounds to be heard.

He crept behind her, as quickly and quietly as possible. Watching for any sign that she had noticed him.

Women such as her, who made their living selling their bodies, often kept a weapon on hand to protect themselves from customers who got too aggressive.

He needed to be careful to reach her before she could take out her dagger.

He raised his hand with the syringe, aiming for her neck.

Suddenly he found himself pressed to the wall of an alleyway. A searing pain coming from the gash in his arm.

Blood was spraying everywhere.

The syringe, along with two of his fingers and his thumb, were laying on the ground.

“You have been a very bad man, professor.” The beautiful woman smiled.

Shock made way for terror when he saw the sharp fangs.

He had made the mistake of following a vampire.

“Please.” He begged. “Don’t kill me. I can get you girls. Young virgins. I work for a school. You can have your pick.”

He nearly lost consciousness when his head was snapped back and struck on the brick wall.

“You were entrusted to educate those children. Not experiment on them and manipulate them.”

She turned to face the darkness.

 From it emerged the massive head of a wolf. Its fur was as black as an abyss and it’s eyes glowed a hypnotic blue.

 “Get his scent, my love. We need to destroy his lab. And I doubt he will be willing to tell us where it is.”

Too paralyzed by pain and fear, he could do nothing to defend himself from the creatures of the night. Even his screams were silent.

Carrying him as if he weighed nothing, they moved with great speed through the back alleyways.

The door to his lab was locked tight by a code box. He thought that they might ask him for the code. But as it turned out, they didn’t need to.

With one swipe of his enormous paw, the werewolf broke the box from the door.

The professor was laid on the table where he had performed experiments on his drugged and helpless victims. Now it seemed, he would be the recipient.

“Make no mistake; you are going to die. But my lover and I are being paid to make your end as slow and agonizing as possible.”

The professor could see the vampire's lips move, but could hear nothing except for the crash and clang of metal. 

The werewolf was literally tearing his lab apart.

He had a strong feeling he would be next.

Pained shot through him as the vampire broke every bone in his arms and legs.

“I’m not going to drink from you. You don’t deserve to feel my lips on your skin.” She looked at the beast. “But my lover will be hungry once he’s done with your machines.”

Sparks flew when the last of the monitors were pulled from the wall.

The werewolf then moved to the vampire, who looked at him with love and affection clear in her eyes.

The professor swore he could see that same love and affection mirrored in the beast’s eyes.

But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? The creatures of the night could not possibly feel love. And most certainly not for a being who was not of their own kind.

But the way the vampire stroked her hand through the fur of the werewolf made the professor question everything he had once believed.

He only had a moment to ponder this new information before he was filled with terror once again when he heard the vampire say,

“We should wrap things up here. I’ll send word that our task has been completed. You enjoy your meal.”

This time, the professor's scream was loud when a large muzzle and powerful jaws descended on him.

In the morning, passerbys noticed the lab door open. The remnants of the lab were scorched by a fire that surprisingly stayed contained.

“There must have been an explosion.” The constable proclaimed. “Whatever it was that the professor was working on got him killed and his lab destroyed.

“The constable is half right.” Nemo smiled, setting his Farnsworth tablet. A handheld device that allowed a being to see and hear whatever was transmitted on the frequency the machine was set on. “That evil professor should not have used his position as a teacher to experiment on children. It caused him to have an encounter with the best agents in the business.”

He looked up and grinned knowingly at the couple in his office.

The vampire Emma, and the werewolf Killian, were not only a deadly and attractive couple, but they were talented with investigating and solving the cases that plagued society.

“If the professor hadn't been done away with, it’s highly likely that his doing would have been blamed on a supernatural creature.” Killian said.

“The two of you have done an amazing job, as always.” Nemo praised. “Justice was served. The children are now safe. And the school can keep their reputation intact. They paid extra as thanks for ensuring the professor's death looked like an accident.”

“How generous of them.” Emma smiled. Knowing Nemo had probably insisted on the extra payment.

“It was well earned.” He took out some papers and handed them to the couple. “As will the money from this next case.” Turning to Killian he advised, “You might want to get some reinforce armor for your wolf form. There’s reports of a large creature terrorizing communities. Different towns, but residents gave the same description. It looks to be a werewolf. One that is using its form to scare people out of their wealth, and hide its identity. If anyone can put a stop to it, I know the two of you can.”

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[teddybeartoji]

toji poking his head under your shirt and nipping at your tummy when you don't want to get up in the morning:(((((

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius in Loki 2x02 - "Breaking Brad"