isoldeflower

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im so fuckign mad right now

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i need to think of a way to explain how i feel to my therapist without being admitted into a ward again

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slowly but surely realizing how fucked up my mom is

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can you fucking morons over on X actually figure out what the definition of GAY (as in HOMOSEXUALITY) is

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hi there!! my name is darcy, or you can call me chuu :]

i post & interact with mainly bsd content on here, other than that i may occasionally write. i mostly write headcanons, since im not good at writing stories 😅 im super into poetry and i like chuuya

my mother language & the only language im fluent in is english, but i can speak very little french (cannadienne français, or canadian french)

other things you might wanna check out to learn more abt me;

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# little ps; i have very shaky hands and i often struggle to type words unless i go over them a few times. when im shitposting or tagging, you may see some misspelt words. that's why. so don't ask. thanks.

not that anyone has asked yet, just putting this out there / for @chuusins

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bloodlust

bungou stray dogs AU | E | 996 words nakahara chuuya x reader/oc (afab!)

chuuya can’t promise he won’t bite, but he can promise it won’t hurt.

sex with chuuya was already good.

mind-numbingly good, even. he always put you first, and has always been so eager to learn what things turn you on, which ones get you off the fastest. or the hardest. and his stamina, gods, the stamina of a world-class athlete and a beast at the same time. he could go on for hours. a lot of times it was you who had to back down, beg for mercy. and he was such a romantic in bed, too, deathly so. lots of kisses, and sweet talk, and good stuff.

when he tells you he’s a vampire? oh, fuck.

Keep reading

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𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

◊ A/N: I rewrote this thing like three times today and each time I hated it so please love this version I beg of you- unedited we die like odasaku :/

◊ Genre: Vampire AU, Drama, Hints of Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Suggestive Content (towards the end)

◊ Pairing: Vampire!Chuuya Nakahara x Vampire Hunter!GN!Reader

◊ Word Count: 1.8k

Chilled air iced your lungs. Leaves crumpled and crackled beneath your running feet. Your chest heaved in the sickeningly acidic atmosphere as you ran. Running through the cryptic forest and away from the devils that lay within it. Pain littered through your eardrums. A pounding sensation unlike any other was thundering through your body. If adrenaline was a drug, you were certain you were drunk off it.

Thick branches snagged and dragged at your legs and flowing cape. Occasionally, a sturdy one seemed to extend itself purposely simply to trip you and cause you to stumble into the mud-soaked leaves below. Yet, even in the turmoil of the situation, you ran.

Your tiresome journey ended at the rusty iron gates of a manor. Eyes barely ablaze, you staggered against the cold bars. Letting your cheek rest against the metal, you inhaled the ice of the air once more. The snow began to fall.

For a moment, you thought perhaps the snow was greeting you. Perhaps it would guide you to the land of no return. Allowing your eyelids to grow heavy, you could feel your body topple onto the hardened dirt of the Earth.

Warmth. It felt like the warmth of childhood. A vanilla-scented atmosphere that beguiled in the delights of sweet red wine and bitter chocolate. Your body slowly came back to life. Stiff limbs creaked and ached as your mind evaluated your state of mind little by little.

A burning fire roared in the hearth and heated the gothic room up rather nicely. The bed you currently lay in was in a state of disrepair. It seemed it had not felt the touch of a human for quite some time. And all around, you noted the labyrinth of novels stacked like pillars.

“So you finally woke up?”

In a flash, your hand was clutched upon the wooden crossbow settled on the bedside table. “Who are you?”

A man’s voice emerged from the shadows. He seemed less menacing as he grew closer to you. Dark blue eyes that glinted with a curiosity and darkness unparalleled to anything you had witnessed before; Striking auburn hair that framed his pale expression and pulled into a neat ribbon at the nape of his neck; And, above all, teeth that shined like the blade of a knife.

“The man who saved your ass from freezing in the middle of winter,” he scoffed.

As he got closer, you could note that his stature did not seem to match the nature of his demeanor. Still, you were quiet.

“And it looks like I’m not getting a ‘thank you’ out of you either,” he continued, clasping the crossbow as well. Your fingers, still numb from the cold, grazed over his own. A strangely chilling sensation struck through your spine. This man did not appear to be human.

“Thank you,” you finally choked out, relinquishing your hold on the weapon.

He followed suit, though stayed at the side of your bed. “You’re not staying here long. I know who you are and I’m sure you know what I am.”

“I know nothing about you nor what you are,” you lied, gazing up at him. “I should at least know my savior's name.” Those eyes really didn’t do your words justice. They seemed inhumane just on their own.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Chuuya…” he finally answered, “And it wouldn’t do any good to lie to me. I already saw your company’s shitty insignia on your crossbow.”

The quick glance to the engraved stake and cross on your bow did little to negate the situation. There truly was no chance in hiding it.

“Then you know I’m a vampire hunter,” you muttered, suspicion lacing your voice, “Why save me if I’m an enemy?”

Chuuya didn’t seem to want to answer your question. His eyes briefly glazed over; as if he was asking himself the very same question. Then he tore away from your gaze. “Just shut up and get out as soon as possible. You humans heal so slowly…”

With that, he turned on his heel and left the room.

“What the hell are you still doing here?” Chuuya’s voice echoed out. Your journey through the large, creepy manor was cut short upon spotting your Vampiric host.

“It was cold. I wanted to get some more firewood for my room,” you explained, shifting anxiously. As strange as it was, neither enemy seemed willing to kill the other in this situation. Vampire and vampire hunter had been living together symphonically for nearly a month today.

Though little interaction with Chuuya was preferable, you no longer had a choice when he approached your room every day or brought you food when your temperature spiked alarmingly high.

He sighed at your answer regardless. “You’re so fucking troublesome, you know that? I thought I told you to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“It’s still too cold,” you muttered. Even to you, your answer felt weak; like it was some form of an excuse to continue living life with a vampire.

“Humans and the cold,” he grumbled, “Just wait in your room, I’ll bring you your shitty firewood.”

With no other explanation, Chuuya had already disappeared from the spot he once stood. You decided to do the same.

Upon reaching your room, you were unsurprised to see Chuuya already stoking the once dying embers of the fireplace. He paused his work, seemingly accessing the way you walked or your breathing patterns. You could never tell what he was thinking. Sometimes, he seemed like the most clear-cut man. Other times, he was the stoic vampire you were born and taught to kill. He walked a thin line of humanity that never seemed to leave enough room for the imagination.

“Lie down,” he said, “You’re gonna catch another cold if you don’t.”

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice only barely hitched on to the end of his. Chuuya stood once more, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you the same look he had given you a month ago.

“Because I heard a vampire Hunter’s blood is the sweetest, okay?”

He wanted to scoff at the perplexed look in your eyes. “It has to be fresh, you idiot. Drinking ice-cold blood from a dead body is not as appetizing as your storytellers make it sound.”

And yet, it seemed like his answer was weak. As if there was something else to it; something even more that you lacked the knowledge to understand.

But, given the situation and given the fact he had not once attempted to drink from you, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“If that was the case,” you blurted through giggles, “You’ve done a terrible job at being a vampire.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened and he averted his piercing blue gaze away and back towards the fire. If not for the blazing heat of the hearth, you might have noticed the tinges of pale pink highlighting his cheeks.

“Just shut it,” he spat, “I wasn’t about to steal it from you and you’re too sickly to drink from anyway. Besides even if I tried, that fucking crossbrow would be launched into my heart instantly.”

Your laughter nullified and seemed to fill the room with a bittersweet blessing. Perhaps he had been right. There was a chance that instinctively, you would have hunted him like the rest of his kind. His blood would not have been the first vampiric blood to stain your hands nor would it be the last.

“Then how about now? I’ll let you drink some now.”

Chuuya paused, clearly unsure about the subject. In the light of the fire, you could notice how thin he seemed now. His eyes held a peculiar hunger about them. In the dead of winter, you considered the possibility that he had not drunk in quite some time.

He swallowed thickly, growing closer to you slowly but surely. “You’re sure?”

“Did I mention you’ve done a terrible job at being a vampire, Chuuya?”

He ignored your comment this time, glancing from your neck to your eyes as if truly looking for confirmation. The desperation in his eyes grew.

“But yes, I’m sure. You saved my life after all.” You wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation. The very creature you were raised to kill meant something more than just another monster to you.

You weren’t sure when Chuuya had finally stood in front of you. His hand reached out to loop around the back of your neck. And like the blazing fire, something deep and tension-filled roared in between the thin space between you two. Your hands found security on the bed as he drew near. His body pinning yours against the soft mattress now.

“Chuuya…?” you whispered into his ear as he nestled in between the crook in your neck.

“Just shut up before I hurt you.”

Intoxication filled Chuuya’s lungs. You smelled more sweet than he could have ever imagined. It was so heavy and seductive, he strained to find his composure. His arm traveled around your waist, grasping it tightly as if to keep a hold on something real. And yet, you seemed so fragile in his embrace. He couldn’t remember if all humans felt so weak in comparison to himself.

Slowly, you could feel the tip of his fangs graze your skin. Preparing for the ache in your neck to appear, you were surprised to feel it for only a moment. Chuuya held you close. His tongue swiped at the open wound as delicately you felt he might have been apologizing.

Something so simple shouldn’t have felt so intimate. You grasped the back of his coat, trying not to let out the whine of pain your body prompted you to release.

“Just a little more,” he mumbled. You could feel droplets of blood bead against your skin but only for a moment until he licked them away. And as he took in the sweet insobriety of your blood, Chuuya held you as if you were made of glass.

You flinched when he finally pulled away. The raw sensation around your neck crackling with both arousal and hints of pain. Chuuya observed your expression, eyes searching for your own. He seemed to be attempting to answer an unspoken question between the two of you.

His answer lay in the form of the soft, feathery kiss he placed against your neck.

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more chuuya links please? 😕🙏

chuuya twitter links / visuals <3 part 2 !

notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! part 1 here.

he is sooo weak for thighfucking.

"sit."

admiring your ass <3

↑ some more.

best way of spending the evening.

"you cummin', princess?"

when you both come back from an undercover mission on a ball...

he is obsessed with making you squirt, send tweet.

making you fuck yourself back on him.

bending you all the way to have you look in his eyes.

how he likes his mornings.

imagine getting a back tattoo and this is what chuuya will be seeing.

did you get already that he loves your ass?

always letting you make a mess of his shirts.

another use of his full body mirror near the bed.

soft chuuya for life !

dazai part / fyodor part.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MORE DAZAI X ( twitter) LINKS I’m begging 🙏

dazai twitter links / visuals (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠) part 2 !

notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! part 1 here.

another use of his skills with cuffs...

dazai deciding to finally get some work done at home, but he needs some motivation.

makin your thighs tremble ^^

"good girl."

tying you up while already fucking you.

his best way of putting you to sleep when you can't fall asleep.

dazai has just too many toys..

absolutely shameless.

lllooooves dressing you up n fucking you later.

teasing himmm.

oh, he's literally a fucking menace sometimes (not really sometimes)

his past mafia skills are really useful from time to time.

you both got needy at ball the agency was attending... dazai can't say he wouldn't have done it earlier even if you didn't ask.

chuuya part / fyodor part.

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the transgenders think dazai and chuuya should hug

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Hii can you do twitter links for dazai too plz and thank you 🤗

dazai twitter links / visuals ^^

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"the agency's dorms walls are too thin, i'm afraid..."

i can imagine this only with dazai.

he's too lazy so he's making you do all the work.

"oh, c'mere, sit. no, not near me. on my face."

he's such a fucking slut in the begging yet can show you your place if he gets bored.

ohh he's just a menace.

dazai can get a lil rough here and there...

making you do all the work again. he does it quite often, actually.

has the ideas of the strangest positions known to mankind.

best way to start the day.

overstimming him <3 kinda.

gets off on giving. end of discussion. he can spend hours on end between your legs and not complain a single time.

quickie before work.

dazai just llllloves your tits.

there's no peaceful shower if it's with him.

how could you not like teasing him?

he just has to keep his mouth occupied, whether it's your cunt or boobs.

he's so incredibly needy sometimes, god, even when you're trying to work.

chuuya part.

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got taken to axe throwing tonight. i may not have impressed anyone with my technical axe throwing skills but my sheer brute animal strength is unparalleled

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yayayaya

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my dick is 1 atom wide but an unknowable amount of lightyears long. monofilament dick gang. i roll over in bed and slice the milky way in half

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why are one of my "friends" homophobic like yes im lesbian and no i don't need to "find god"???

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chuuya twitter links / visuals <3

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chuuya fucking loves making you squirt. maybe a little too much.

he's absolutely astonished each time you wear one of his shirts.

this is so chuu justttt. augh.

best "good morning" you could even give him.

he really just doesn't want you to get too handy again when he wants to do this all night long.

chuuya after you'd asked him why would he need a full body length mirror. that's precisely why.

just him n your tits communicating.

he bought the softest and most expensive mattress just for this.

let's all agree, chuuya's a certified ass lover.

i can't imagine anyone but chuuya like this. just so him.

soft chuu for life !

you're still working even on your phone and he just wants you to forget about work when he's there.

he's been pissed all day at work and this is what he does after coming home instead of punching a wall.

i feel like he would love to finger you just so much.

special treatment for your perfect thighs.

moral support n comfort in times when he gets a bit ahead of himself.

again, so chuuya core. 101% him.

part 2?