#((hello there!!))

Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.

Arthur had just been getting by, when out of nowhere, he felt something hit him from behind. In an instant, he turned himself around to find who the offender was. It appeared to be a woman he had never met before. Finally he glanced down to see what the object in question was.

'A loaf of bread, not a standard throwing weapon'. He thought.

Dazai’s eyes glint in a silent challenge and then, like the asshole he is, he glances down at Chuuya’s hard cock trapped in his pants, then down lower at his hand buried in Sigma’s hair and then even lower to Sigma’s face buried into Dazai’s own cunt. His lying lips twitch into a smirk that spells trouble and Chuuya’s already frowning, already anticipating shit from his brat of a partner even before Dazai’s eyes snap back up to his with nothing but mischief. “Ah, yes, Sigma” Dazai moans around his smirk and Chuuya’s jaw clenches, fingers twitching angrily and gritting his teeth. Dazai laughs, a breathless, pleased thing as his eyes sparkle up at Chuuya’s. “Just like that, you’re doing so well”

Or, a sigskk threesome, featuring learning to share and untangling possessiveness.

my brown skirt or my hand knit socks!!!

OH DID I TELL YOU THOUGH my sibs put them through the washer and dryer nooooooo

lickily i htink theyr still ok though!