dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · suicidal ideation · dark humor · dual personality · no longer human · manipulative · tragic backstory · frenemy dynamics · port mafia
The air was thick and oppressive, a stifling mixture of labored breath and heady surrender that seemed to stain your skin. He hovered above, his body a heavy, living blanket, as if trying to dissolve into your own form. His fingers wandered over you with a frantic, reverent touch. His legs were a vice around your hips, binding you under the weight of a hunger that knew no limits. For a solid hour, his lips had been plundering yours, his hands mapping your skin with a covetousness that only grew. A slick trail of saliva gleamed on his chin, a shameless, glistening mark. He cared nothing for the disarray; his focus was solely on the tremor that ran through you. When you managed to pull your mouth away, he let out a weak, pitiful whine and immediately chased after you. 'You hate me, don't yo…