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Hi Pearl! Hope your doing well

Could you do a text story of calling them baby girl

Please

— when you call them ‘baby girl’ [texts with multiple characters]

woah! me? fulfilling a request?? unheard of really

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when you call them ‘baby girl’

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i just know y’all have been waiting so patiently for another text fic

.love always <3 pearl

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in case you ever were interested in listening to the songs on the fics

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hiiii 💕 i loved the asirel fic 😭😭😭 do you think you could write a little bit of kiss kiss and nsfw for him?? there’s literally no content for him anywhere 😔😔 if not dw! your work is always amazing <33

— family tree (intro) [asirel cain x pet]

i’ve come out of my hibernation for this, i hope you enjoy it🤍

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— 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨)

✧·˚featuring: asirel cain (sakuverse)

✧·˚you ask forgiveness for your sinful actions, father asirel cain is sure to make sure you atone for them

a/n: this was written with a fem!pet in mind but no specific pronouns are used, also no smut but very suggestive

“forgive me father for i have sinned.”

you kneel in front of father cain who sits comfortably inside the confessional booth. how did you get here again? who cares, he looks godly when you’re on your knees in front of him.

“tell me child..”

his hand finds its place under your chin to tilt your head up to face him. the pulsing of his blood through the veins in his wrist pounds in your ears and his smell is intoxicating to your senses. your eyes closes as you breathe in his scene, momentarily forgetting yourself.

“how can someone with such angelic features ever commit something so sinful that they feel the need to confess?”

his voice is like silk and it has you leaning into his touch, your lips press against his thumb and you can feel your fangs start to retract before your snap yourself out of this trance and open your eyes to lock them with his.

“father, i’ve killed people.” you say bluntly but he seems unfazed by the confession, almost like he’s distracted.

“you know confessionals are use done with the person on the other side of the booth so they can keep their anonymity.”

“but then i couldn’t see you father and i wanted to see your reaction as i tell you how i’ve drained the life from those nonbelievers, i did it for you father.”

you put your best puppy eyes on and make your way between his legs, resting your head on his thigh like a dog wanting attention from it’s master.

asirel can feel his dress pants tighten as you move closer to his crotch, still looking up at him with pleading eyes for him to forgive your sins.

“they were nonbelievers?” you nod, the action making him grip your hair more harshly than he meant.

“they made fun of you for spreading the word of god so i killed them and drain the blood from their bodies.” you sit up and climb onto his lap to straddle him in the small box. “i just wanted to be good for you.” you move a stray hair away from his face glancing as his shell shocked expression and smiling.

“i don’t see any sin that needs forgiving my dear.”

“father?” you say in barely above a whisper. “are priests allowed to be inmate?”

“no.”

“if we were inmate..do you think god will forgive you?”

“i don’t know.”

“do you want to take that risk with me?” yours hands take his and guide them to your waist. “all of me?”

for his whole life asirel has been taught to resist these urges and the fact that he is in the church even thinking about betraying his faith like this makes his stomach twist in knots. he looks back up at you, your hair frames your pretty face like a halo of sin, his eyes trail down to the top you’re wearing that is far to low cut.

it isn’t your body that intimidates him— it’s your eyes.

the abnormal crimson color pierces his very soul with thoughts he has always repressed. he feels as though he is under some kind of control.

“give in to the urge father. god may not forgive you but i will. i can be your new religion.”

with your declaration he finally captures your lips with his, wasting no time in take off his clerical collar and unbuttoning his shirt.

“drink from me, my pure blood will cleanse you of any and all sin.”

you smile and trace his now exposed collar bone.

“is this your atonement? you want me to drink from you?”

“yes.”

you lower your head to his now exposed neck and lick a stripe from his collar bone to behind his ear, nipping his ear lobe before your fangs settle into the spot right underneath the edge of his jawbone, a personal preference. you hear asirel let out a low groan as you being drinking his pure blood from him.

your hand trails up his body and stops right beneath his neck, some of his blood drips down and stains your hand a dark red. his groans grow louder and as pretty as they sound, they’re too loud and you push your blood soaked fingers into his mouth to silence him. the metallic taste of his own blood coating his tongue as you gently press down.

“what’s wrong father?” you pull back to look at the mess you’ve made of the faith loving priest, moving your fingers to replacing them with just your thumb holding his tongue down. “bat got your tongue?”

you can’t help but chuckle at your corny as fuck joke as asirel groans beneath you, pulling your attention back to him.

“you look so sinful like this father, why don’t you start praying to your feeble god to ask for forgiveness?”

“our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…fuck.”

asirel can’t help but drink in your gorgeous, blood covered, form that sits before him and he truly brings to question if this faith of his would ever have something as enticing as you in this so called heaven he preaches so much about. it seems as though that his heaven has come to him.

i took time off in hopes of my mental health getting better, but it only got worse so… also posting cause if i saw one more post about the american presidential election in the zsakuva tag i was gonna scream

.love always <3 pearl

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it’s been a year without xanthus

…

saku let me write the script at this point

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how that girl at McDonald’s didn’t jump elias’ bones immediately after he punched a guy in her defense is beyond me. she better than me, i would’ve folded like a lawn chair

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i’m going to be taking a break for a while just cause i feel like my work has been lacking and i have so many requests to fulfill that i need to catch up on

also i have just started a class that will determine my future career path (hopefully) so i need my focus on that rather than the fanfics i write in my free time

i’ll be back when i feel better about my writing and don’t feel like i have to put out work that is half assed just to put something out

love always <3 pearl

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Hiii!! I'm so happy you're back, and I love your writing!! I wanted to ask if you could write an Isaac rhoades fic? :33

Honestly... it can be about anything, I just miss isaac... but, what about a sweet and intimate fluff?

— intro (end of the world) [isaac rhoades x pickle]

i’m sorry it’s short

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— 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 (𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝)

✧·˚who knew isaac could ever look this vulnerable?

you were supposed to be asleep but you just couldn’t get to yourself to fall sleep it seems. the house was dead quiet with the only other occupant being asleep in his bed while you stared up at the ceiling trying to think of anything that would bore you enough into dream land.

after at least a half hour of you counting the markings on the ceiling in the dark you decided to just get up and go to isaac just to check to see if he was awake as well.

quietly you got up from your bed and made your way over to his room, it was unlocked to your surprise. you opened the door and gazed upon isaac’s sleeping figure, his arm hanging off the bed leaving half or the large bed very opened.

you thought to yourself if this was a good idea or not and stepped back to look back at your room at the end of the hall and then back at isaac who seemed fast asleep and so peaceful. it couldn’t hurt to just stay in the room with him till you felt tired at least.

you silently made your way over to the empty side of the bed and carefully laid down. you were just going to stay until you felt sleepy, the feeling of not being alone always helped you fall asleep faster.

his bed was so much more comfortable than yours, it was really easy to get more comfortable in this one. soon without you even realizing your eyelids grew heavier and started to make your way to the dream land that you had been waiting hours for, until you felt a shift in the bed which shot your eyes wide open.

isaac had turned to face you in his sleep and his movement had you frozen like a dear in headlights. his next move was instinctively wrapping his arms around you in his sleep which had you tense up even more.

“relax, go to sleep.”

his voice is muffled by your hair that his face is buried in.

“you’re awake?”

“i’ve been awake since you opened the door.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“what is there to say? now go to sleep.”

you figure it’s best not to question it and you decide to close your eyes once again as you finally relax in isaac’s arms, the security puts you at ease like a weighted blanket making sleep come to you faster.

“thank you for letting me stay.”

“mhm sleep.”

you smile at his sleepy words.

your eyes open again as isaac readjusts himself to lay on his back with your head on his chest and you begin drawing shapes on his abdomen. his hand covers yours to stop the action and you close your eyes for the final time letting sleep take you.

surprisingly you’re the first to wake in the morning, taking the opportunity to get a good look at isaac’s sleeping face. you take in how his features are so perfect and wonder how the hell someone didn’t lock his ass down sooner and how you got the opportunity to even look at him in such a vulnerable way.

a part of you wonders if he’ll let you sleep in his bed again tonight.

this is maybe the shortest fic i’ve done before sorry isaac lovers i’m just trying to at least give you some content

.love always <3 pearl

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Hi pearl erm i don't know whether this is annoying or not and I apologize if it is but WHY DID YOU STOP MAKING TEXT THINGIES

i haven’t stopped making them, they just take a little bit longer to make because i have to think of different dialogue for each character which can be really difficult and on top of that i have to make it interesting enough for people to read.

i guess i assumed written content was what people wanted from me but clearly i was wrong and i’ll do my best to prioritize the text stories

i am in the process of making them, i am just slow as per usual lol

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PEARLLLLL 🗣️‼️

DROP AN ISAAC FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS (no but seriously ilysm pookie, please feed my poor children and myself (the isaac stans) 💔

— sweet [isaac rhoades x pickle]

this is so bad i’m so sorry, isaac once again proves he’s the hardest to write for

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— 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

✧·˚swimming lessons from isaac can be a bit chaotic

“you have to trust me if you’re going to actually do this.” isaac smirks as he stands waist deep in the pool water, holding an outstretched hand to you as you cling to the safety railing on the steps.

“i do trust you, i just don’t trust the water.” you squeeze your eyes shut as you take another step deeper into the water, still white knuckling the railing.

isaac can’t help but bite back a smile at your cautious form, you just looked too cute.

“i wouldn’t let anything happen to you while you’re in the water okay? please just take my hand.”

you hesitantly take his hand and he pulls you into him, your grip on the railing gone and now you grip isaac tightly due to the sudden shock of it.

“you hate me.”

he chuckles and gently removes your arms from his waist and holds your hands in front of him.

“i do not hate you. you ready to try swimming?”

“not really—”

“perfect! let’s see what we’re working with first.”

“no.”

“what do you mean no?”

“i am not embarrassing myself like that.” isaac sighs.

“i won’t be able to see if you need my help if you don’t show me.”

“okay okay fine i’m sorry i’m just nervous.” you dip your hands in the water to try and get use to the temperature.

“why are you nervous? it’s just me here.” isaac looks around the empty room to emphasize his point and then back at you.

“that’s the problem, i just get really nervous cause you’re so handsome.” you smirk and watch as a blush creeps it’s way across isaac’s face.

“just start swimming.”

you sigh as you start swimming very ungracefully in the water and isaac has to hold back a chuckle.

“i could drown and you’re laughing!”

“you are not going to drown, i am right here.” he swims over to be closer to you and you back up on instinct.

“you know, you’re pretty cute when you flail around in the water.”

“i feel stupid.” you say as you paddle your way to the shallow end.

isaac lets out a laugh as he reaches out to take your hand and easily pull you to him. the action makes you smile at how fun it is to be pull across the water so easily.

“where’d that smile come from? you like being pulled through the water or something?”

your face goes flush at the realization of the fact that you’ve made it very obvious that you enjoyed getting pulled around, unfortunately for you isaac immediately picks up on it.

“aw baby, you want me to pull you around in the water?”

you can’t help but feel embarrassed for some reason, feeling a bit childish you cover your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“hey hey no hiding i think it’s cute, here.”

isaac quickly gets out of the pool and returns just as fast with two pairs of goggles in hand and holds one out for you to take, which you do with a confused looked.

“what are theses for?” you look at the goggles then isaac, who already has them on and you can’t help but crack a smile at how he looks a bit silly. “are we gonna play mermaids? cause i don’t think i’m experienced enough for that yet.”

“what? no.” isaac takes the goggles from your hands and gently puts them on for you. your smile only grows bigger at the thought of you looking just as silly as him.

“alright now hop on.” he turns his back to you so you can wrap your arms around his neck which you do hesitantly. “ready?”

“for what?”

before you know it isaac goes under the water and you instinctively close your protected eyes as he swims to the deeper end of the pool with you clinging to him. it’s not till he taps your thigh gently that you open your eyes and realize how cool it looks under the water.

when you reach the surface isaac makes sure to keep you secure to his back since you’ve never been this deep before, but to his surprise you push off him gently to go under the water again. isaac of course follows watching how you enjoy yourself in the water.

you imagine this is what flying feels like, it’s so healing you can’t believe you haven’t done this before.

this is dumb i am so sorry, it’s hard to describe swimming for the first time since i’ve swam my whole life. i apologize and will try better next time.

.love always <3 pearl

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— 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

✧·˚what happens when xanthus turns you but you never wanted to be turned in the first place?

“what have you done to me?”

your eyes hurt with the bright lights that didn’t seem so bright moments ago, but then again you could barely feel your body moments ago, then all of a sudden you felt your once numb body feel so intensely that it was painful.

you lock your eyes with xanthus, his lips and fangs smeared with blood that you can tell if it’s yours or his, deep down you know it’s a mixture of both. you don’t want to accept that though, you don’t want to accept the reality of you being turned and now stuck as an immortal being.

“what did you do? what have i become?” you look down at your hands, they have a paler complexion that frightens you.

xanthus moves cautiously as if to not spook you, almost as if you’re a skittish baby deer that’ll bolt at any second.

“love, i had no choice—” his voice is soft as he cautiously reaches out to you, only for you to pull back almost immediately.

“how could you? you should’ve just let me die.”

“no!” he doesn’t mean to shout at you and he certainly doesn’t mean for you to flinch at his tone. “…no love please understand.”

“you’ve doomed me to an eternity of a life i do not want to live.”

“you don’t mean that, you’re confused.”

tears freely flow down your face as you come to terms with your situation. stuck as a vampire for the rest of your time on this earth, forced to drink the blood of the living, the thought of it almost makes you hurl.

you seek xanthus’ comfort but he was the cause of all this distress, but you feel beyond conflicted and these emotions are only intensified with this new you.

“i need you to be away from me.”

“i’m not leaving you love.” xanthus only backs away from you but his eyes never leave your figure.

it’s silent for undisclosed amount of time until you speak up.

“…i’m hungry.” you sniffle. “i don’t want to be hungry.” a hiccup. “i’m scared.”

xanthus moves close to you and gets down to your level.

“i’m right here love, i can find you something to eat okay?”

“i don’t want to drink blood.” you cry out through tears. “i’m not a vampire, i’m a human.”

xanthus’ crimson eyes are filled with empathy for you as he recalls feeling the same way when he was first turned. he does his best to comfort you by pulling you into an embrace.

“i know love, i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.” he pets your hair as you cry into his arms.

you hate how comforting his embrace is and how it puts you at ease, like your body recognizes him. you want to be mad and scream and shout at him for doing this to you but you just can’t bring yourself to do so.

“you’re not going to go through this alone love, i will stay with you forever i promise.” he holds onto you tightly. “i love you, i don’t need a bond to tell me that.”

the bond. you had almost completely forgotten about the bond and then it suddenly hits you, xanthus had felt your death and had to push through the pain and emotions to turn you. he’s grieving you as much as you’re grieving yourself.

you look up at him and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace that he returns with a passion.

“i’m sorry love, i understand if you don’t forgive me.” xanthus can feel his own tears prick his eyes, but he does his best to stay strong for you.

“if there was any other way i would’ve tried it i swear, i never wanted this for you my love. i just couldn’t let you slip through my fingers like this, i’m sorry.”

you’re scared and your whole body seems to be shaking with sobs or hunger, but you can’t really tell what it’s from and some how that scares you more.

“just please don’t leave me.”

your silence scares xanthus more than he’d care to admit.

“okay.”

i feel like i have too many xanthus posts but i just can’t help myself with vampire tropes man😔

.love always <3 pearl

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i think about love dying in xanthus’ arms and him saying that stupid quote “if love could’ve saved you, you would have lived forever” and maybe i cry a lot little

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i’m writing xanthus angst again 😔 i need to be put in a mental hospital

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do i support redbull? after what they did to the unicorns? no way