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”welcome to the circus moon!”

@askkingerthings

Thank you, Kinger

How’s your wife doing?

[bluerasbunny]

Heheh hello um may i pet sun and if moons okay with it id like to pspsps at em and give him i lil hand made stuft animal sun gets one two :> and mayby if hes okay with it can i give moon a fist bump or just some kinnda contact ik hes shy i am too i dont wannna over whelm the funky fella :>>

not sure sun would be fond of being petted (something about being 'treated like an animal')... but moon seems to enjoy the pspsps-ing!!

[styllwaters]

If you're still taking requests, could we see you draw some of your favourite sea creatures?

How could I refuse?

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[vermeillll]

REI… REI…..hear me out…. Misuta…… congrats pookie

Nice choice 😈

....

but I think I like the medieval theater kid and grumpy French Sun 😔

Misuta is from GITM AU !! (haven't read it fully but people say it is interesting)

creator of the AU: Venomous-qwille (on Tumblr)

[sun-e-chips]

Wait…

Do the boys fluster easy? Like if y/n ever grew a backbone and said literally anything-

Like the smallest thing or like, taped a flower to suns rays or moons headdress (does it have a specific name please tell me if it does) how would the boys react?

I get a break because of the storm so I’m digging into my inbox! >:D

Great question! I would say yes to the boys flustering easy but they fluster differently if that makes sense.

Moon: Moon I would say flusters the easiest. Though he handles “flirts” from guests with ease, (giving a witty/charming one-liner to keep it professional and lighthearted) he knows it’s part of the job and nothing is serious, but if y/n did or said anything flirtatious to Moon he would freeze up XD

With guests this usually happens during luau’s between when he’s performing or working the bar. Moon realizes guests are just enjoying themselves and mean nothing inappropriate when they’re having fun with flirtatious banter, it’s part of his job to be engaging and pleasant so he doesn’t really mind. That’s why y/n showing any affectionate interest in him would come as such a shock, he never thought about someone being genuinely interested in him that way. Poor guy needs some time to adjust.

Sun: Now Sun is an oddball to me, I’m still trying to understand him and his emotions myself haha. Sun REALLY blurs the lines between platonic and romantic affection, he is in general a very loving guy. With guests personal space is a foreign concept to him, of course he is still very professional and can judge an appropriate situation/person, but he just has a talent for being able to connect with guests so their comfortable with his playful antics. With Y/N however his actions areeeeee a mixed bag I guess, (think of it like a magic fruit basket, Sun is giving you a variety of fruits in one package, if you choose to only take out oranges then it’s an orange basket, if you want to take out apples and oranges then it’s an apple and oranges basket, pick out whichever you like it’s all there but you don’t have to accept anything you don’t like, he’s letting you decide what you want your basket to be made up of) weird analogy I know but it’s what I thought of

Anywhoo for Sun to catch on that an act is flirtatious it has to be clear or at least catch him off guard! Little note here, Suns pupils disappear when he’s flustered from y/n. It’s a lil scary at first, in the illustrated instance this is the first time of this happening and it may be mistaken as Sun freezing but he was very much there and would have returned the gesture if not for the pool noodle -whack- lol

[hyukalyptus]

hp state ur silly little thoughts about buff hyuka pls i beg

okie doke!!! let's try to aim for 3 sfw and 2 nsfw ehehe

cw. buff!kai aka irl kai, cooking, reader feels a lil scared, sex, missionary, a little biting, being held up while fucking.

thinking about cooking with buff kai (even though he apparently can't cook for shit) and you struggle w opening a jar of something but he opens it like its nothing. and he gives you such a smug look >< or him having to reach over you for something that's super high up and watching his bicep flex as he reaches up.

him setting up a cutie movie date on a quiet lil beach for y'all. with a little projector and screen and everything. leaning back against him and he notices how chilly you are so he wraps his big arms around you, making you all cozy and warm </3 and you feel his muscles and how strong he is and you feel so safe and warm and secure </3

ugh him not knowing ur sleeping peacefully on the couch and he bursts through the front door of ur apartment, scaring the shit outta you so bad that u might tear up a little and hide under your blanket and he comes over and apologizes and just rubs ur back and holds you in his big strong arms while he's whispering "its okay, baby...ur safe," ehehe my weakness fr. i know its corny when a man tells me im safe but idgaf lmao i still get wet for it

him fucking you in missionary and he's leaning overtop of you so he can kiss your pretty lips, while he encircles your head with his arms to hold himself up. and goddamn his arms look so strong and muscle-y and it makes ur head reel. you turn your head to kiss his big ole biceps over and over and maybe even bite them a lil :3

im obsessed with the idea of being held up while fucking although its pretty impractical for most ppl, but not for kai because he's so fucking strong wink wink. thinking about him picking u up and literally just holding you in place in the air to fuck up in you. his arms holding you up from under ur thighs while he bounces you on his cock and ur floating bc it feels so good but also bc ur literally fucking floating lmao.

[xitsensunmoon]

Uh oh

[ivystoryweaver]

Congratulations on one year! You are such a bright light in the Tumblrverse. : )

Could I request a very soft dom Jake tying a fem reader's hands with his tie? Bonus if she's a fluffy lady. If that's not your thing I totally understand and no worries. I love your writing and I cannot wait to catch up with all of it. <3

Wahhh it took me so long, I'm so so sorry. Your message is so sweet and means a lot! I love this idea and I wanted to give it my full attention. I know Jake is supposed to be soft dom here, but gotta make her a little spicy too, hope you don't mind. But trust me, Jake loves it, in this case.

Tied Up - Jake Lockley

Pairing: soft dom!husband!Jake Lockley x curvy/fluffy!wife!reader Word count: ~1.4k *banner does not indicate reader’s race

Content: slightly tipsy consensual activities, bondage, Jake loves thighs, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, mention of m. and f. oral, mention of p in v, mention of a safeword, language, not beta'd

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"Happy anniversary," Jake murmured against your ear, unlocking the front door of your flat and guiding you inside with one hand firmly clasping yours.

As soon as the door was bolted behind you, he used his grip on you to spin you around, cinch you close and press his lips to yours urgently.

Dinner was delicious and you'd enjoyed just enough wine to feel warm and willing to melt into your husband's demanding embrace.

As his tongue coaxed you into a salacious, hungry kiss, his gloved hands pressed you against his body. Tracing over your curves, he groaned in your mouth as he gripped your hips and pushed you up against the wall.

"Not gonna make it to the bedroom, mi reina," he breathed against your mouth, fingers toying with the hem of your dress to drag it up over your thick thighs - his favorite part of you.

Grabbing him by the tie, you yanked him closer, if that were possible. "It's my wedding anniversary, Mr. Lockley, you better treat me right."

"Si, Señora Lockley," he purred, kissing you again before guiding you by the hand to the kitchen, of all places.

"Sit down," he ordered, pulling his black leather gloves off his fingers one at a time as you slowly complied.

"This chair doesn't seem very comfortable. Not when we have a brand new bed in the bedroom," you playfully complained.

With his gloves removed, he used them to trace along your cheek before leaning down close to your face. "You don't need to be comfortable to come all over this chair. You just need to do what you're told."

"Really?" You taunted. "A minute ago, it was 'mi reina' this and 'mi hermosa esposa' in the car, and now you want to boss me around?" Reaching for his tie again, you yanked, bringing his mouth to yours. Licking his lips, you worked his mouth open, kissing him deeply before biting down on his plush bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.

"Mmm, hold this for me," he said, nonchalantly stuffing one glove in your mouth to silence you.

Your eyes shot open wide at his boldness, but you could feel dampness pooling in the lace panties you'd bought just for this occasion.

Standing back up, he unknotted his tie and slowly pulled it free from his collar. "Spread your legs for me."

You thought about defying him, just to see what he would do, but you were so intrigued, and getting so wet that you decided to comply.

You opened your legs wide which automatically pushed the skirt of your dress over your thick thighs, revealing your panties to your husband.

He licked his lips, but moved around behind you. "Be still for me," he murmured against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Tracing his fingertips down the length of your arm, he gently maneuvered both of your arms behind the chair. You gasped through the glove in your mouth as you realized he was tying you up with his tie.

He secured your wrists, but left your arms loose and comfortable enough to not distract from the inevitable incoming pleasure.

Easing back around to see your face, he wet his lips at the sight of you tied up, luscious thighs spread wide for him, dark, damp spot staining your gorgeous panties. And the tiniest bit of drool dribbled out the edge of your mouth where his glove was gagging you.

"You want this," he nodded, a self-assured glint in his dark eyes making you pull against your restraints, even as wetness leaked onto the chair between your thighs.

Kneeling down worshipfully, his eyes glazed over with lust as his hands touched your bare thighs. "You're soaked." His thumbs lightly massaged you as his fingers inched higher. "I can smell you."

You moaned through the leather glove, thighs practically shaking in anticipation. "How fast can I make you come if I put my tongue on you, mi reina?"

His fingers finally found the hem of your panties, teasing your hip bones, making you whimper, eyes begging for his touch.

He traced lazy, nonchalant circles on your bare skin, just underneath the soft lace, tracing closer to your aching center.

You whimpered his name, muffled by the glove. His eyes darkened with lust, locking onto yours.

Fingertips finally found the weeping, wet core of you, stroking your folds with a featherlight touch.

Your hips bucked against his hand, desperately seeking some friction, or anything besides his teasing. One corner of his mouth curled as he he cupped your mound with his whole hand, forcing you still. But even that bit of pressure from the heel of his hand on your clit made you moan, pushing your hips into him as best you could in this vulnerable position.

"Take what you want. I won't stop you," he taunted as you started pushing your hips against his whole hand, grinding on his palm, whimpering in slight relief at the friction.

"Fuck, baby...so hot. Fuck my hand. Take what you want."

Your hips bucked harder and faster, chasing anything you could get. Seeing you so desperate for his touch - your strong, broad hips working back and forth, your gorgeous, thick thighs spread wide for him, make Jake groan and push two fingers deep inside your pussy.

You sobbed in relief as he massaged your walls, meeting the rocking of your hips with expert curls of his fingertips inside you. It took a few more strokes deep inside and one swipe of his thumb over your clit for you to explode, pleasure completely blinding you.

Your muffled scream turned Jake on beyond belief, and he watched you carefully as tears leaked out of your eyes and drool dribbled down your chin. Your walls gripped his fingers, wetness gushing all over his hand as you pulled against your restraints.

"Fuck honey," he panted, watching as he made a complete mess of you in just a few minutes.

Your body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he stroked you past your orgasm until you slumped back against the chair.

"You okay?" He asked, carefully removing the glove from your mouth and peering into your eyes.

You quickly nodded, panting as he touched his forehead to yours. With a quick kiss to your parched lips, he got you a glass of water and a towel to help clean up your mouth and tracks of mascara down your cheeks.

Once you had a minute to recover, he kissed you again. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, because I'm not done with you yet."

"Is that right?" You shot back. "And what if I'm done with this damn chair?"

"You want out of the chair, all you have to do is say the word." He stared you down challengingly.

Of course you and Jake had a safeword. But it was a huge standoff between the two of you to never use it. You had pushed one another time after time, seeing who would break first. You had only said it once when you were really dizzy and disoriented one time.

He'd never used it, the fucker.

So you knew you were in for a long time in this hard chair if you weren't willing to give in.

Which you weren't.

Damn him.

"All right, tell me what I have to do, besides say it, to get out of this chair and into my new comfy bed so I can ride you the rest of the night," you said with a pretend yawn, in a bored voice.

Jake shook his head at you, but the corner of his mouth was curling in spite of his "stern" expression.

"Well for starters, you can come on my tongue," he began, "And then you can use that pretty mouth for something more than mouthing off."

"Fine, unzip your pants." You shrugged one shoulder, acting so nonchalant.

Jake's eyes flashed at the challenge. Your bare thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, mascara-smeared face and glistening pussy were enough to almost make him come untouched, but your smart mouth was going to be the death of him.

"You first," he answered, kneeling down between your legs.

It was gonna be a great anniversary, trying to see who would break first.

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[bluerasbunny]

Does dca lay eggs

no, no they don't

[amerricanartwork]

i would like to give moon and sig a cookie

(the cookie is superstructure sized)

This was the only drawing that came to my mind once I read "superstructure sized". Excuse the all-around wackiness...

[princesseilish]

BLOOD MOON 4.

Vampire!Paige x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, stalking, obsession

Synopsis: paige's obsession with you is starting to crack, will you let her bite you?

Chapter Four: The Edge of Trust

The next morning was a quiet lie.

Birdsong filtered in through cracks in the windowpane like nothing had happened, like the world hadn’t shifted on its axis just hours earlier. But for Y/N, sleep had been a distant stranger, and her heartbeat hadn’t settled since Paige vanished into the night.

She’d stood by the window for hours after Paige left—watching, hoping.

But she didn’t come back.

And yet, something in Y/N had already changed. A thread had been pulled loose inside her, and now it was unraveling faster than she could stop it. Curiosity wasn’t enough to name it anymore. It was something deeper.

It was knowing.

Paige wasn’t human.

And somehow, Y/N wasn’t afraid of that.

She was afraid of what it meant.

Afraid of what it would cost.

Azzi didn’t speak to Paige for two days.

She didn’t have to.

Her absence was its own punishment—a silent, growing void that shadowed every step Paige took. Even when Paige tried to feed, tried to find a moment of control in the quiet act of survival, it tasted like ash in her mouth.

She couldn’t stop hearing Y/N’s voice. Couldn’t stop seeing her face when she asked, What are you?

Couldn’t stop wondering what would’ve happened if she’d just told her everything right there under the streetlight.

But she hadn’t.

And now the silence was catching up with her.

On the third night, Paige returned to the rooftop.

Y/N was already there.

She didn’t turn when Paige landed behind her—just kept her gaze fixed on the dark skyline, legs drawn up to her chest, hoodie pulled tight around her shoulders.

“You’re late,” she said softly.

Paige didn’t answer right away. “Didn’t know we had plans.”

Y/N smiled without looking. “We always do.”

That struck something deep inside Paige—something old, something buried.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come back,” Paige said, voice low.

“I wasn’t sure you would,” Y/N replied.

Silence settled between them, thick with everything unsaid. Paige stepped closer, the wind tugging at her coat, her eyes locked on the edge of Y/N’s profile.

She looked tired.

Strong, but tired.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you anymore,” Paige said.

“Why?”

“Because you saw too much.”

Y/N turned then, slowly, her eyes catching the faint glow of the city lights. “And if I hadn’t? Would you have kept pretending forever?”

Paige didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

The answer was yes.

And they both knew it.

Y/N stood, crossing the rooftop until only a breath separated them. Paige could feel her heat, could hear the rush of blood beneath her skin—steady, unwavering.

“You’re dangerous,” Y/N said quietly.

Paige flinched.

“But not in the way you think,” Y/N continued. “You didn’t scare me, Paige. Not when you showed up without a shadow. Not when your eyes glowed in the dark. Not even when Azzi looked at me like I was already dead.”

She paused.

“You scared me when you left.”

Paige’s breath caught.

Y/N reached up, her fingers grazing Paige’s wrist—not quite a touch, but close enough to burn.

“So don’t lie to me,” she said. “Don’t run. If you want me to walk away, say it. Say it now, and I will.”

Paige stared at her.

And then, softly—

“I can’t.”

Y/N smiled, slow and sad. “Good.”

Later, when the moon was at its highest and the city slept beneath them, Paige told her more.

Not everything.

But enough.

She told her about the Others—those who ruled from the shadows, who fed without restraint, who had eyes and ears in every city. She told her about the blood pacts, about the history buried beneath cemeteries and old cathedrals. About why Azzi was sent to watch her, and what would happen if the wrong people found out what Paige had done.

What she had risked.

“What happens now?” Y/N asked.

Paige looked down at her hands. “That depends on whether you trust me.”

“I do.”

Too fast.

Too certain.

Paige looked up. “Why?”

“Because you’re terrified,” Y/N said. “And people who are trying to hide the monster they think they are? Usually aren’t the ones you need to worry about.”

Paige swallowed hard, the words catching somewhere between her ribs and her throat.

She didn’t deserve this.

Didn’t deserve Y/N’s belief, her calm, her faith.

But she wanted it.

And that made her dangerous.

Not to Y/N.

To everyone else.

Because now?

Paige had something to protect.

And she would burn the world to keep her safe.

The wind had teeth that night.

It slid through the narrow alleyways of the city like it was searching for something — or someone. Y/N pulled her jacket tighter, but it didn’t help. The chill wasn’t from the cold.

It was from the absence.

Paige hadn’t come back.

Not since that night under the streetlight, when Y/N asked the question no one was supposed to ask.

What are you?

And Paige had almost answered.

Almost.

But then she’d disappeared again — the way she always did — like a shadow retreating from the dawn. And Y/N was left staring at empty air, wondering if any of it had even been real.

But she knew it was.

She could still feel Paige. In the places she had stood. In the way the world bent slightly around where she wasn’t anymore. In her own chest — the ache that hadn’t stopped since Paige left.

It was like gravity had shifted.

And she was still falling.

When Paige finally came to her again, it wasn’t at the window.

It was inside.

Y/N had left the balcony door open. She didn’t know why. She just… had.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, barely blinking, wrapped in a blanket and a silence that felt endless — when Paige’s voice, soft as breath, spoke behind her.

“You’re not safe with me.”

Y/N turned slowly.

Paige stood just inside the doorway, barely lit by the golden spill of the streetlights below. Her coat clung to her like shadow, and her eyes — dark, too-dark — locked on Y/N like they were memorizing her all over again.

“I don’t care,” Y/N said, voice steady.

Paige flinched like the words had struck her.

“You should.”

“I don’t,” Y/N repeated, standing now. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Paige looked away.

“You should be,” she whispered. “I’m not… I’m not made for this. For you.”

Y/N took a step closer. “Then why are you here?”

A long silence.

Paige’s jaw tightened, and her voice broke when she finally answered. “Because I can’t stay away.”

The words hung in the air between them — fragile and sharp.

Y/N felt something shift in her chest. Like her heart was learning a new rhythm, one that beat only for Paige’s voice.

“Then don’t,” she said.

Paige laughed softly, bitterly. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Then tell me,” Y/N said. “Tell me what you are.”

Paige was still as stone. A statue cast in regret.

And then—quietly, reluctantly—

“I was human. Once.”

Y/N’s throat tightened.

“What happened?”

Paige hesitated, then looked up at her, and the weight in her eyes was centuries deep.

“I died,” she said.

And Y/N knew she didn’t mean it metaphorically.

They sat across from each other in the half-light of Y/N’s apartment, knees nearly touching, breath mingling.

Paige was too still. Too quiet.

And Y/N couldn’t stop watching her.

The way she barely moved.

The way her chest didn’t rise unless she forced it to.

The way her eyes seemed to catch the light differently than any human’s ever could.

“Do you feed?” Y/N asked, her voice barely audible.

Paige closed her eyes. “Not like the others.”

“You drink blood?”

“Yes.”

Y/N didn’t flinch.

“Have you ever… hurt someone?”

A beat passed.

Paige opened her eyes again. “Not in a long time.”

Silence.

Y/N could feel the thread between them now — like a string pulled tight across the room, fraying at the edges with tension.

“I should leave,” Paige said, standing too quickly. “They’re watching you now. Because of me. And if they know how much I care about you—”

“Then don’t leave,” Y/N said, standing too. “Stay. Let them watch.”

“They’ll hurt you.”

“Then teach me how to survive them.”

Paige’s hands were trembling. She hadn’t trembled in decades.

“You don’t understand,” she said hoarsely. “You’re everything I’ve tried to stay away from. And now that I’ve let you in—if they take you from me—”

“They won’t,” Y/N said. “You won’t let them.”

Paige’s eyes met hers.

And in them, Y/N saw everything she’d suspected from the beginning.

Hunger.

Agony.

Longing.

And something far more terrifying.

Hope.

Paige reached out, slowly, like touching her might shatter everything.

When their fingers met, the world stopped spinning.

“I don’t know what this is,” Paige whispered, “but it’s killing me.”

Y/N stepped closer, until there was nothing between them.

“Then die with me.”

Paige let out a breath she didn’t need to take.

And then, without a word, she brought Y/N’s hand to her lips.

Not to bite.

To promise.

“I won’t let anything touch you,” she murmured. “Not them. Not even me. I swear it.”

Y/N closed her eyes.

And Paige knew she was lost.

Not in blood.

Not in death.

But in her.

Perfect. Let’s raise the stakes and test that promise.

It started with the smell of smoke.

Faint at first — just a strange hint in the air outside Y/N’s window. But Paige wasn’t fooled. It wasn’t fire.

It was ash.

Old. Ritualistic. The kind burned by trackers.

By predators.

She was out of the apartment before Y/N even noticed she’d moved. One moment she was standing beside her. The next — gone.

A blur in the dark.

Y/N called her name, heart already pounding, but Paige didn’t come back.

Paige landed hard on the rooftop across the street, crouching low. The scent was stronger here, curling around the edges of her senses like smoke with a purpose.

Not human.

Not quite like her either.

One of them.

But not Azzi.

This was worse.

She scanned the skyline. The wind shifted — and then she saw him.

Perched on a water tower like a gargoyle from some long-forgotten nightmare. Pale. Grinning. Too still.

His name was Kael.

He hadn’t been seen in years. Which usually meant he’d been feeding.

Paige’s fists clenched. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Kael tilted his head, all sharp edges and mockery. “And yet… here I am. Funny how rumors drag us all back to town, isn’t it?”

Paige’s jaw tightened. “She’s off-limits.”

“Oh,” he said, smiling wider. “So it’s true, then.”

Paige didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

Kael’s eyes sparkled — gold-tinted and feral. “You’ve gone soft.”

“She’s under my protection.”

“Then I suppose she dies under you,” he said, dropping from the tower with a predator’s grace.

Paige launched forward.

The fight was fast. Brutal. Violent in a way humans couldn’t comprehend.

Claws out. Teeth bared. Movements too fast for the eye to follow.

They hit the alley wall, slammed into steel and brick. Paige took a blow to the ribs and didn’t feel it. Kael laughed.

“She smells like fear and sunlight,” he hissed. “Delicious little thing. I bet she even trusts you.”

Paige snarled — and slammed him through the hood of a car.

The metal screamed. The windshield shattered.

Kael vanished in a blink of shadow.

Paige straightened slowly, blood dripping from her knuckles. Her skin was already healing — but she felt raw. Exposed.

She turned.

And froze.

Y/N was standing at the edge of the alley.

She had followed her.

Of course she had.

She wasn’t breathing.

“Paige?” her voice broke slightly.

Paige turned slowly, skin pale, veins still raised from the fight. Her eyes — black, starless, bottomless — locked onto Y/N’s.

She had never let Y/N see her like this.

And now there was no hiding it.

Y/N stared.

Not in fear.

Not yet.

Just in shock.

Paige didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Her voice, when it finally came, was cracked.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Y/N stepped forward anyway.

Paige stepped back.

“I could’ve killed him,” she said, more to herself than to Y/N.

“I know.”

“I could’ve killed you.”

“I don’t believe that.”

Paige’s jaw clenched, and something flickered behind her expression — hunger, sharp and aching, twisted with guilt.

“You don’t understand what I am,” she whispered.

Y/N’s voice was barely audible. “Then show me.”

Paige stilled.

The wind caught her hair. Her coat. Her breath.

“You’d never see me the same again.”

Y/N took another step. “I think I already don’t.”

Somewhere beneath them, Kael pulled himself out of the wreckage.

His smile was a promise.

“I’ll be back,” he murmured to no one.

And when he returned, he wouldn’t be alone.

The night had swallowed them whole, and Y/N was still standing there, frozen in front of Paige, her heartbeat steady yet loud in Paige’s ears. There was something dangerous in the air, an invisible thread pulling them closer, no matter how much Paige wanted to fight it.

Paige had always been in control. She’d learned to be. She’d learned to exist in a world where nothing lasted, where trust was a weakness and attachments were a luxury she couldn’t afford. But Y/N was different. She always had been.

And now, standing here, Paige felt the weight of that difference more than ever before.

She was close — so close — that she could feel the heat of Y/N’s skin. The pulse of her blood beneath her. It was intoxicating. And the words on the tip of her tongue almost hurt to speak.

“You don’t understand,” Paige whispered, her voice a low, dangerous rasp. “What I am. What I need.”

Y/N didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

“I think I understand more than you realize,” Y/N said softly, stepping closer.

Paige felt the ground shift under her feet. Her heart — or what was left of it — skipped a beat. She wanted to pull away, to run, to keep Y/N safe from the hunger that was clawing at her from within. But she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

“Y/N…” Paige’s voice was rough. “This isn’t a game. If I—if I do this, you can’t take it back. You can’t walk away.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, that warmth she always carried there pulling at Paige in ways she didn’t want to acknowledge. “I don’t want to walk away. Not from you.”

And then, in that moment, everything inside Paige snapped.

She couldn’t stop herself.

Before Y/N could speak another word, before she could process what was happening, Paige’s lips were on hers — the kiss desperate, searching, hungry.

But this wasn’t a kiss. Not entirely.

This was something darker. A need. An undeniable pull that had taken hold of them both. Paige’s fangs, sharp and deadly, scraped against Y/N’s lips as she deepened the kiss, tasting the blood that was now so close to the surface.

Y/N didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch, even when Paige’s hand slid into her hair, fingers curling and tugging her closer. There was no fear in her, only trust. Only a quiet, dangerous determination.

Paige could feel the shift in her, feel the way Y/N’s pulse raced faster, the blood inside her rising to the surface, calling to Paige’s hunger. The blood was calling to her, begging for the inevitable.

With a growl that barely escaped her throat, Paige broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to look at Y/N, her eyes burning with a dangerous hunger.

Y/N was breathing hard, her lips swollen from the kiss. “Paige…” she whispered, and there was something in her voice now — something that wasn’t quite fear, but something just as intense. “Do it.”

Paige’s heart stuttered in her chest. She had to stop this. She couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

But the hunger was overwhelming, the need unbearable.

Y/N didn’t need to ask again.

Without another word, Paige leaned down, her lips brushing Y/N’s throat, just below her ear, where the pulse beat so beautifully in time with her own.

Her fangs extended fully, sharp and ready.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Paige’s teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck.

“Are you sure?” Paige breathed against her skin, her voice strained with the effort to hold herself back.

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

And then, with one swift motion, Paige’s fangs sank into Y/N’s skin.

A gasp escaped from Y/N’s lips, sharp and pained, but there was no hesitation in her. Paige could feel her pulse surge beneath her fangs, could taste the rich, warm blood that poured into her mouth, filling the emptiness inside her, silencing the beast within her.

Y/N’s body tensed, but she didn’t push Paige away. She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She just stood there, trembling, as Paige drank deep.

The world around them seemed to vanish — there was nothing but the heat of their bodies pressed close, the sound of Y/N’s breath, the pulsing blood that was now forever hers. It was intoxicating. Overwhelming. Paige could feel everything — every thought, every feeling Y/N had, flooding her like a river that could never be dammed.

When Paige finally pulled away, Y/N’s neck was marked — two twin punctures that would never fully heal, a permanent symbol of the bond they had just forged.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and dazed, but there was no fear there. Only a deep, aching trust.

Paige could feel the shift inside her, feel the bond tighten. She’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

The moment of hunger passed, and Paige’s mind cleared — but only just. She wanted to apologize. To pull back, to give Y/N space. But she couldn’t move. Not yet. Not when Y/N was still here, still standing before her, with that quiet acceptance in her eyes.

“I told you,” Paige whispered, her voice breaking. “You don’t know what this means. You can’t walk away now.”

Y/N reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she touched the bite on her neck, her fingers brushing over the tender skin.

“I don’t want to walk away,” she said again, her voice soft but steady.

Paige felt a knot tighten in her chest. “This is dangerous. For you. For me. For everything.”

Y/N’s eyes held hers with an intensity that burned. “Maybe it is. But I’m not afraid of you, Paige.”

Paige swallowed, the weight of her own thoughts pressing down on her chest. She wanted to tell her to run. To leave before it was too late.

But it was too late.

Y/N had already made her choice.

And so had Paige.

[vermeillll]

Hello! Huge congratulations on the 1K!!! You absolutely deserve all the eyes on your work. I’m pleased as a peach you’ve decided to stay a while with the fandom ~~ 💕💕

Your pirate AU designs—Positively scrummy 😍. They make me arrrg in my heart of hearts. My timbers are shivering ehehehe.

I would love to see more of them, tho I know you’re probably saving a lot for later reveal, so no pressure.

Those big hats tho 👀 . I know if I were that y/n, I’d be yoinking them off their heads and scurrying up to the crow’s nest 😝.

Hi (/^▽^)/ hehe

yeah, I'm happy to actually create art for this fandom. I used to be a lurker🧍...

AGRHH,MY LADS

(I kinda have stopped developing this au bcs of my own things. And to be honest, I feel stuck on the 2nd act of the story😭. So maybe in July I will continue thinking about the plot)

Hmmm, you know if you want to steal Sun's 5k dubloons hat, then you can ask Moon for that :). Don't worry about Sun, he will pirate himself another one.

as for Moon, I think he would gladly lend you his hat if you asked him nicely 😋✨️

[weirdcoregal35]

CHAT, ANYONE WANNA DO A RANDOM RP SESSION???

@dolce-cerise

@lednet-sorrow-au-blog

@cheeselovingbloodyfella

@owlandwillpeck

@willowshimmer

@ohyesgetsnuck-opon

AND ANY ONE ELSE! I will literally RP as anyone (from my aus)

[hyukalyptus]

kai loving taking photos of you in his arms. like purposely lowers the camera to take a photo of his arm around your waist or asks for you to take a picture of his arms around your thighs as he eats u out heheheheheh

BRO WHAT THE FUCK, thinkin about lookin down while he's eatin u out, seeing his fluffy hair fall over his eyes a lil bit ehehe, but then seeing his gd hairy arms wrapped around you!! MOON tysm forr bringing this thought to my attention because im obsessed.

shoe box full of nasty arm-related polaroids. kai's pov of his arm choking you, he's fkn u in doggy and he's got his arm out, holding you down. omfg.......you've got him all tied up, so theres a picture of his wrists wrapped in rope along with his hairy arms </3