Ahhhh Okay Okay So The Latest Ask (this One: Https://www.tumblr.com/zsakuva/739500232427143168/i-was-watching-your-stream-yesterday-and-you?source=share)

@birdyyyyyy: Alr okay so my idea is … I’ve checked you don’t mind writing nsfw…HEHEHE

so.. Xanthus and the listener being at Dontis place for 2 months now. They didn’t do anything special beside kissing and hugging but it never crossed that line. One evening when Dontis was looking for company, Xanthus uses the opportunity to get close to the listener. They were on the coach talking and Xanthus was needy HE WAS NEEDY so he started getting close and then pulling listener under him and then yk … you don’t have to write it till s3x. Just go as far as you are comfortable. If you’re not comfortable just leave it aside lol

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖) ✧

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[ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ] xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

a/n: hi guys omg ive had writers block for SO LONG and haven’t had any ideas so sorry i went on break for so long :(( but i’m back now ! (proceeds to come back with smut LMAOAO). ive based this on xanthus recent audio where dontis leaves to see his partner if thats okay!! you can just skip the first bit if you want as its just me quoting the start of the audio LOL. gender neutral reader :) also sorry if this is so cringe this is my like FIRST EVER smut so i apologise LOL

c/w: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! not full smut but like pre smut LOL

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"How long are you going to be?"

"Not long, why are you worried about me?" Dontis teases with a smirk.

Xanthus scoffs, "No, you know the city so I'm sure you've mapped out the little hidey holes."

Dontis nods, "Yes I have. I'll let you know when I'm on the way back." He says as he grabs his bag.

You're sitting on the couch watching all of this unfold, Xanthus standing by the doorway as Dontis gathers his things. Fran had left a while ago to explore New Orleans, and Dontis is now leaving for a while, which means it would be just you two in the house.

Xanthus folds his arms.

"Hm. Be careful." Xanthus warns.

"When am I not?" Dontis says with a smile.

"If I listed them all now you'd be late for your appointment, and you seem...eager to leave." Xanthus questions.

Dontis chuckles. "Not to leave you but to see them, I have my own bonds to tend to."

"Hm, have fun then."

"You too~" Dontis says as he opens the door, turning back to you for a moment.

"Look after him okay?" Dontis jokes to you. You laugh gently.

"I will, don't worry." You joke back as Xanthus rolls his eyes sarcastically, smiling a little.

Dontis gives you one last smile before making his way out the door. Xanthus sighs as he makes his way over to you.

"Where has he gone too?" You ask.

"He's gone to see his hunter friend, and I doubt he's coming back soon." Xanthus says as he sits next to you on the couch.

"How come?"

"Because they think it will be the last time they see each other, and honestly I don't blame him for thinking that way." Xanthus sighs as he lets his head rest against the couch. "We're doing something that no one else has been foolish enough to do, well they have but were defeated without a soul to spread it. That means we're either brave or idiotic, or both." Xanthus shrugs.

"Well we'll have to see soon won't we?" You reply.

"Mhm, no matter what we are it'll all come to light soon. And in the mean time.." Xanthus shifts closer to you. "I'd like to tend to my bond, as Dontis puts it." He says as he strokes your face.

"Feeling a bit bold today are we?" You tease with a laugh.

Xanthus chuckles back, kissing your forehead. "Well, it has been a while since we've had some private time, especially with you doing so much research all the while. Ah, speaking of...how are you feeling, love?" Xanthus asks you.

You perk up about your feelings as Xanthus listens intently. After a while the conversation then turns into just talking about whatever, just appreciating each other's presence for a while.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ <3

However, you can't fail to notice how Xanthus was acting a bit...different. The constant shifting around, moving closer to you, the way his eyes lingered on your neck, looking at you like you were some sort of prey, and his tone just felt different. You shook it off, thinking it was just because it was the two of you in the house and he could let his guard down for a while. But when your eyes met the bulge between his legs, you knew exactly what he wanted from you. Your eyes went wide and you cut off what you were saying, starting to stutter.

You two had never done anything so...lewd. It never crossed your mind at all, only exchanging kisses and hugs. The only semi lewd thing you've done is when Xanthus was feeding on you, and his hand trailed a bit too much on your chest, touching places you didn't know were sensitive until then. But that was it, never going any further. So to see him be so needy in front of you now was...well quite arousing if you were being honest. The way his eyes lingered on you with that wanting expression made your body go warm.

You two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before Xanthus sensed your want, looking at your lips. He moved closer to you and whispered.

"May I?"

You just nodded. He held your face gently and kissed you passionately, the kiss turning more needy as it carried on. Exchanging kisses, he put his hand behind your head and pushed you down gently, landing with a slight whine as he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance as he strokes your face with one hand as he uses his other to support himself on top of you. You allow him in, his tongue battling with yours lovingly as he admires the noises you make. Sloppy kisses shared back and fourth, his hand trailing down your chest and perking at your nipples, gently trailing his hand over them, making you gasp into his mouth slightly. He smirked at this as he gets a reaction from you. He slowly starts to slip his hand under your shirt, toying with your nipples even more. The sudden contact made you break off the kiss and throw your head back, letting out a slight moan.

"God- Xanthus I- ah~" You cry out, putting your hands around his back. Xanthus takes this opportunity to latch his mouth on to your neck, not biting but making a different type of mark. Because of him feeding from you so often, he already knows all your weak spots on your neck, so he takes advantage of that, still toying with your perky nipples gently. Still crying out in pleasure, he pulls off your neck and holds your face, bringing his mouth to your ear and whispering.

"I'll make you forget for a while."

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hi guys im so sorry ive been gone for so long but ive had MAJOR writers block and autistic burnout for ages and havent had any ideas so im sorry for leaving without warning but i think im getting back in the swing of things now! this post is probably really random but i needed to get SOMETHING out. ill start working back into my routines and getting back into my posting as i went through a phase where i was posting EVERY SECOND for about 2 days LOL so ill try and post more now if i can :)

thank you for reading love u all <3

-Jasper

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Not ZSakuVA pulling me into this fandom by the fucking hair with the Zaros audio. I wrote a fanfic, 6k words, it's lil angsty. based off of @why-me-marti lil post about a ball and Zaros asking listener to dance again. I am DESPERATE!! for Zaros content. and since he's so new i figured no one will really do a fic with him. honoured to be the first <3

˖⁺‧₊ kitty? kitty.

author's note: i'm kinda nervous to post stuff but you only live once, right? a big thank you to @yoosungs-cheeks and @jannine00742 (my name twin hehe~) for proof reading! feedback is appreciated !!

“You done in there, Pickle?”. It was one time you were craving pickles at 3 am and couldn't open the jar, one time. And yet here you were, being reminded of the incident every few minutes.

“Pthu! Yep, I’m done. And stop calling me that!”, you spit out the tooth paste, wiping your mouth with your designated towel. It had been a while since you had decided to stay with Isaac. Soon after, his bathroom became your bathroom. His sink, once only occupied with his shaving equipment and toothbrush, soon became more cramped with your skin care and toothbrush holder. His bedroom became your bedroom. His bleak grey bedding now littered comfortable pillows and his nightstand stacked with the library's newest additions.

Leaving the bathroom, you spot your lover nestled into one of the two surprisingly comfortable leather chairs. You wrap your arms around him gently from behind, pecking his cheek. “Whatcha reading?”.

You glance over as he flips the book over so you can read the title. “Lord of the Flies? Bleh”, you grimace before continuing, “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised, Golding is almost as cynical as you”. “Someone’s in the mood to play”, Isaac chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. He kisses your shoulder before turning back to keep reading.

“Mind if I have a sip?”, I ask, nodding to his tea. Isaac hums, but soon pulls it away before you could steal a sip from him. “On second thought, no”. You pout, nudging him gently, “Huh? Why?! Don’t be stingy~ You know I like earl grey”.

He chuckles at your whining. “Because, you just brushed your teeth. I do not mind sharing with you, but I don’t think the taste of toothpaste and tea go together, Pickle”. You huff quietly, but don’t argue back. With a quiet yawn, you lean your head against his, occasionally playing with the sleeve of his free hand or a stray lock.

Your eyes twinkle as you watch him read. It’s difficult not to kiss him with the way his brows furrowed slightly in concentration. Part of you wants to straighten out the crease, poke his cheek, or maybe nibble on his neck, just to see his reaction. Almost as if he’d read your mind, Isaac leans over to give you a soft kiss, his free hand reaching for your lower back, the other still holding the book.

“Someone’s needy”, he smirks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Are you bored?”. You yawn again, shaking your head, “No, just want to bother you a bit. Pay attention to me~”.

“Tired?”, he cups your cheek, closing the book as he sees through your playful facade. Truth be told, you were exhausted - but going to sleep now would mean going to sleep alone. If you asked Isaac to come with you, he’d drop everything in his hands and do just that, but, knowing just how little free time he gave himself, you wanted to tough it out. “No. Unless you’re read to sleep”, you mumble, nuzzling into him slightly.

“I'm ready for bed anytime you are, Kitten,” Isaac grins, seeing through you instantly.

“…Kitten?”, you blink in surprise. “Huh. I can’t tell if that’s an upgrade or downgrade from ‘Pickle’”.

"Hm… do you prefer something else? It came to me naturally. You’re clingy and yet independent. Needy and playful when you know I’m busy, and while I can count on you for important matters, I can also count on the fact that you’re a brat and a tease. So, Kitten was a natural next step”.

You tilt your head in thought, before shaking it softly, “You’re so… weird sometimes, Isaac”.

Isaac chuckles and lets go of you but only to take you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. He motions for you to lay down and climbs in behind you, his body wrapped against yours. There’s a comfortable silence.

“Isaac?”, you mumble after a while. Isaac pecks the side of your neck, humming quietly, "Hmm?”.

“…Can we actually get a cat?”. You had asked him a few times - albeit playfully.

"You were serious about that? If getting a pet is a necessity for you…".

You nod slowly, turning to face him. “I think it’d be a nice addition to the family. It’s too early to think about having kids, but getting a fur baby would be nice, no? Besides, you said you always wanted a pet as a kid”.

He hums again, leaning his head on your shoulder while stroking your arm in thought, “You have no idea how tempting the idea of a family with you is… It is too early, though, yes”. He nods, “My mom was good with animals. I always wanted a pet that I could play with, like a dog or maybe a cat, but my grandfather was allergic to them”.

You glance down at him, softly patting his head. “Would you prefer a dog, then? Puppies are cute too”.

He shakes his head, his reply coming in swift and shrap, “No”. “A dog needs to be walked daily. I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of you leaving the house periodically, anything could happen. No”. Your hand pauses, before you sigh quietly. As much as he tried to hide it, his paranoia was still clear as day. Baby steps.

“A cat doesn’t need to go outside”, you mumble, kissing his forehead. His breathing slowed down as he laid against you in silence, “A cat it is…”.

You sit up straight, mouth hanging open, “No way- seriously?!”. Isaac laughs at your sudden enthusiasm, “Calm down, Kitten. We'll go to the shelter in the morning, we'll pick out a nice cat, I'm sure. But for now just focus on your sleep, you won't be able to if you're this excited."

You snuggle back into the pillows, gigging happily, “Ah~ I’m so happy right now! What breed should we get? Oh- and are we getting a boy or a girl? Ah- we should probably buy a bed too right? And proper food? And those cute scratching posts! Are we adopting a kitten or an older cat? Or maybe- mmpf”.

Isaac cuts you short as you babble, silencing you with a gentle kiss, “Slow down, Kitten. You realize it is 3 in the morning, right? Can you at least wait for the sun to come up before you start planning our feline's every move?”.

You rub your neck sheepishly, “Sorry… I’m just excited!”. He can’t help but smile at you, cupping your face between his hands carefully, “I know, Pickle. Let’s sleep first and discuss the details tomorrow, hmm?”.

“Mmh. Good night, Isaac”, you peck his cheek. He returns the favor before closing his eyes.

“Isaac?… You didn’t brush your teeth…”.

© chol1na

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Genre: fluff/comfort

c/w: implied/mentions of trauma, abuse, assault themes

a/n: I wrote this at 3am while I'm the kitchen because a spider was in my bedroom

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Isaac had never been one to be very affectionate, he was a very busy man with work and such. It would often only range from small hugs before he left for work to spooning while you both slept, it was never more than that. This however, it made you feel a little insecure, making your mental health slightly decrease.

You were alone at home, the house was empty. Isaac was working late and your thoughts were bearing down on you, chomping away at you. You were tired, your eye bags showing the extent of worry and stress you felt.

Your mental health had just been plumeting lately with thoughts of how Isaac may leave you. He knew you were often worried and over thought this. Due to your last and past relationships, he always tried to put things right between the two of you, never wanting you to feel left out or alone at all. He was there for you and wanted you to feel loved despite him not showing it very often.

You sighed, the sunset turning into a watercoloured scene, the colours blurred nicely into each other. Yet it felt so lonely. Your hands slowly slid up to your face and hid it, you then felt the warmth of tears burning your palms.

The scene was emotional to anyone who saw it while peering up at the window at you. The apartment was large and had large windows, allowing anyone outside to look up inside. You sighed and looked at your phone, Isaac hadn't messaged yet.

You stood up and wiped away your tears while you crouched and got a start on dinner. It would probably go cold before Isaac got back again. Yet.. you would still cook, the food hot in the pan while you made a simple recipe.

You didn't know if Isaac would even be coming home tonight. The thoughts were making you spiral and you soon became emotional, tears forming again as you cried. Your body slumped to the floor, spoon in hand and your arms still half folded on the counter. You looked so done.

You hadn't even noticed Isaac had walked through the door due to this. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly put down his things and came over. His hand pat your shoulder and he crouched to your level, his hands sliding to your face as he looked at you.

"Oh love.."

He sighed in a soft way, his large hands held your cheeks either side of your face, tracing your scars and such as you cried, your hands angrily and uncontrollably trying to push him away but he didn't care and pulled you in for a hug, he knew you needed it, as soon as he felt your body melt against his.

"I've got you.. I've got you shh shh shh.. Let me take care of you"

You had never felt him be so touchy, it made you almost calm immediately. Hands calmly touched you and lifted your body into his large, muscled arms. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a blanket, wrapping you up and cuddling you. You let him do whatever he pleased at this point, you craved this comfort.

"Such a good pet for me. There you go, calm.."

He smiled softly and kissed your head, letting you rest in his lap. The rain outside gently hit the windows and added to the comfort, the tv quietly playing an animal documentary that both you and Isaac watched. His hands played with your hair while you came down from your meltdown, soft hair stayed in between his fingers as you both fell asleep.

The image of you both passed out and exhausted on the sofa would never not be cute or funny. Your face was red and teary, yet hidden in Isaacs chest your breath warm. Isaac meanwhile was holding your waist with one hand and one on the back of your head. Neither of you heard his phone ringing later that night. You both deserved this break and Isaac finally having time to touch you (he was most definitely ignoring the call)

Maybe you are made to be loved, you deserve this after everything.

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a/n: AH, I'm so sorry this is so short I have such bad writers block 😭 I'm probably going to write a part 2 where he takes you for a day out

Someone draw isaac like this please

I love you

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃

“is this okay?”

“does this feel good?”

“i wish you could see the faces you make when i fuck you like this”

“that’s it baby— shit yeah yeah keep moving like that”

“easy now don’t get over zealous pretty thing”

“it’ll fit, don’t be scared”

“you take it so well”

“don’t be shy now, spread though pretty legs for me sweet thing”

“move your hand here…feel that? that’s me”

“so your neck is sensitive huh?”

“you keep marking my neck like that i’ll end up looking like a van gogh painting”

“not yet.”

“that’s right sweet thing keep going— mmm damn it”

“open your mouth.”

“mghm— fuck pretty thing”

“it hurts? your body is telling me otherwise”

“want me to kiss it better?”

“i bet you do”

“on your knees”

“fucking s-shit”

“almost there, right there yes yes”

“give me a kiss sweet thing, you did amazing”

“now you’re all shy?

saku don’t look

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

Guys I have listened to Xanthus audio part 9 so often. I am smiling trough it THE ANGST ISNT ANGSTIE ENOUGH ANYMORE !!!

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Becoming A Pet For The Master || Audio RP | M4A

You have been imprisoned for a while, in a dark place with nothing to keep you company but other captives. Today, a stranger approaches you

Only listened to his audio to hopefully hear something about Isaac and Xanthus 🙏

— can’t catch me now

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne

a/n: just a heads up this is not written like my usual fan fictions <3

a cold numbness spreads through xanthus’ body as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. the lifeless body of his lover lays on the floor in front of him. their blood pools around them as xanthus looks up to the assailant with eyes that pierce through their soul. what happens next xanthus can barely remember, the room is flooded with painful screams as they plead for mercy but in the end he now stands over two bodies, covered in blood that is not his. the warmth of his lover has faded and is now only a distant memory. he cradles their corpse in his arms and lets out a wail of grief he didn’t know he had in him.

the next few years tick by agonizingly. the empty feeling hasn’t left him since that faithful day. the hole that his lover left feels as though it grows deeper with each passing month. he sees them everywhere in the little things humans do that resemble them when they were still among the living. it’s always the smallest thing, like the way someone in the distances laughs or a passing smell of a perfume/cologne they had used. their presence lingers in xanthus’ mind always, they’re stuck in his memory.

every person he feeds from leaves a sour taste in his mouth, for in his mind it is not the same. he is drinking to live but before he was once drinking because he loved. each taste is bittersweet and unfamiliar.

‘it’s not fair.’

xanthus thinks to himself as he stares down at passed out body of his latest victim. he wonders why he wasn’t strong enough to defend the love of his painfully immortal life. every waking moment he exists, he is haunted by the ghost of what could’ve been.

xanthus drowns himself in sleepless nights with nameless people trying to feel what he felt before but to no avail. the emptiness is never filled, he remains hollow and feels like a half of him is missing, the better half of him.

unfinished paintings litter the floor of xanthus’ home, all portraits of his deceased lover and each one is painted slightly differently then the one before it. the details of their face are fading in the memory that xanthus was once so proud of. it hurts to slowly forget someone that he once loved. he regrets not taking more photos over them when he had the chance.

he picks up a blank canvas and his brushes to begin on another painting of the face they he once kissed with his own lips. he starts painting the only face of yours that his burned in his memory, unfortunately for him it’s a face that wasn’t living. after only a few hours he stands back from his work and lets his eyes drink in what he has created.

if no one knew the story behind the painting they might say it’s the most beautiful piece they’ve ever seen, but xanthus refuses to let anyone other than him see the worst image he has in his memory. he knows that only he should be the one to live with the pain, since he believes it is his fault for the death of his partner.

hot tears stream down his face as xanthus bares his teeth in anger. he throws the painting across the room in a fit of rage and collapses on the floor in a broken mess.

‘they are gone because i wasn’t fast enough. i was careless.’

the painting lays broken in a mess across from an open window, the draft it creates carries the smell of fresh paint throughout the large building. the moon’s glow floods the rooms and creates a makeshift spotlight on the destroyed painting, which draws xanthus’ attention away from his pity party.

the wet paint glistens in the pale moonlight until a shadow appears on the windowsill, the shadow of a small bird. xanthus looks at it quizzically and carefully shifts to move closer, worried that the bird might flee at the sudden movement, but it doesn’t. the bird remains on the sill even as xanthus looks over it, in fact it even looks up at him to chirp happily.

without even realizing xanthus extends his finger for the bird to perch itself on and it does so with hesitation. he’s confused about this little fearless bird, birds are the definition of fight or flight and yet this one chooses neither.

‘could it be?’

xanthus’ mind fills with delusional hope for in the back of his mind he knows it couldn’t be possible, yet he has no idea why this bird is not afraid; maybe it’s because they never were.

the bird chirps once more almost as if to say goodbye before flying back out of the open window. the moon shines off its wings and xanthus watches as it goes. maybe someday he’ll be with you again, flying together above the trees in the moonlight.

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i get so many requests about the listener dying so i was like i wonder what xanthus would do with himself after?

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

now that christmas is over,

fuck all three of these characters they make me throw up inside my mouth