Homo Sensorium, or sensate. Human beings who are mentally and emotionally linked, can sense and communicate with each other, and can share their knowledge, language, and skills.
Homo Sensorium, or sensate. Human beings who are mentally and emotionally linked, can sense and communicate with each other, and can share their knowledge, language, and skills.
I don't know what else to tag. But this is just a random drabble that came to mind.
I don't know what else to tag. But this is just a random drabble that came to mind.
Before they begin, Kirishima starts to warn him, but Bakugou interrupts him and says he isn't gonna back down just because he's the size of his forearm. He'd suck his dick regardless.
Bakugou should've let him speak.
Before they begin, Kirishima starts to warn him, but Bakugou interrupts him and says he isn't gonna back down just because he's the size of his forearm. He'd suck his dick regardless.
Bakugou should've let him speak.
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Katsuki can feel it. The tingling under his skin. The irritability lingering just below the surface. It was the calm before the storm…
Cont on Ao3:
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Preview:
Katsuki can feel it. The tingling under his skin. The irritability lingering just below the surface. It was the calm before the storm…
Cont on Ao3:
archiveofourown.org/works/695228...
One day at a time. You've got this 💪
One day at a time. You've got this 💪
Yells of, "Faster! Harder, Ei!" bounce off the walls. But Kirishima stays at that agonizingly slow pace.
Until he stops.
Yells of, "Faster! Harder, Ei!" bounce off the walls. But Kirishima stays at that agonizingly slow pace.
Until he stops.
Bakugou fought the growl bubbling in his throat and focused on keeping his face and pose like the photographer wanted. It wasn’t terribly hard, he’d gotten used to pretending the voices in his head didn’t exist, especially when on the job.
Bakugou fought the growl bubbling in his throat and focused on keeping his face and pose like the photographer wanted. It wasn’t terribly hard, he’d gotten used to pretending the voices in his head didn’t exist, especially when on the job.
Maybe he's a little lonely.
Maybe he'd like someone to look past all his bravado and see the little softness he has left.
Maybe he's a little lonely.
Maybe he'd like someone to look past all his bravado and see the little softness he has left.