“I like when you look at me like that.”
Sae’s hand creeps from the other man’s waist to the small of his back. He tilts his head the slightest bit, with a question in his oceanic eyes, despite the faintest and most knowing of smiles on his face. “Like what?”
Roman grins as he drapes his arms over Sae’s shoulders, expression swimming with adoration. Attention from Sae is his favorite kind, after all. “Like you just wanna kiss me all over my face.”
“I always do,” Sae mutters softly, glancing between his gaze and his lips, thumb stroking mindlessly against his pressed white shirt.
Roman breathes a laugh before falling neutral, closing his eyes and pouting a bit in preparation. “Get to it, then, Itoshi.”
saerom comm of my dreams by @/catbemad on twt :,) i love us and i love him and im so obsessed with this. everyone please fujo out expeditiously
shitty big brother going “fuckin’ perv” when he catches you touching yourself in his bed,,, sniffing his clothes and sheets,,,
reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3
hey jsyk that cain-ibal person didn’t like your usage of “afab genitals” because they’re intersex and afab and have atypical genitals. they meant “just say pussy” as in “just say what genitals the reader has, afab =/= typical non-intersex cis woman genitals” not defending the whole going-against-your-dni thing, but i js felt that you should know. they weren’t being intentionally mean
bean soup theory idk
hayarom keychains … they can also be ouppy and kbitty
touya would be a killer stand up comedian
he walks onto the stage and kind of goes “I applied for a position to work at an office supply store. They asked me during the interview if I had any experience,” and then he waves his hand over his body with all his staples and the crowd kind of half laughs half frowns, and he says “It’s okay they didn't find it funny either.”
“I also want to give a shout out to all the mothers in the crowd tonight,” (some woos in the crowd). “Yeah, no, you guys are great, really. You know only a mother could remember her son even after they’re morphed into something like this. Go ahead and ask your father what your blood type is and see if he knows. I promise he doesn’t. I was face to face with mine and he had to ask for my name.” (crowd maybe booing or sounding sad lmao) “Right? That’s fucked up. And that’s who you got keeping you safe? You could have crumbs all over your face and he’d still be looking around for the fucker who stole a slice of cake. God, it’s insane.”
