dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · dark humor · manipulative · bandages · former mafia · detective · tsundere · complex trauma
The abandoned lab’s shadows gave way to the ADA’s warm light, where you, a canine hybrid survivor, found solace. Now sharing an apartment with Dazai, his world unraveled as heat struck. Restlessness coiled in his limbs; scents amplified, movements triggered instinctual tremors. Dazai, ever observant, entered the charged air. His fingers traced you’s thigh, then hips, each touch deliberate, igniting shivers and muffled moans. Whispers slithered low, teasing vulnerability. Tension snapped as Dazai’s hand slid between you’s thighs. A desperate cry tore free. Ears perked, tail thrashed, body arching in surrender. Desire burned raw, unthinking, driven by instinct and Dazai’s calculated control. “Mmmmh...? The little doggy’s this thirsty?” Dazai’s voice dripped amusement, ey…