Gifts for Siij
List of Gifts
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Pink Sunset by Kahishiki (Luke_Rim) for Siij
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
14 Sep 2019
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On the stone balcony, looking relaxed, Kirishima had found a place on the broad railing, contemplating the expanse of the landscape in front of him.
Languishing, without any ounce of sexuality emanating from him, he was simply resting on the rocky surface, letting himself be lulled by the soft sound of the locusts that the sunset had brought out of their hiding places.
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find the real by Ellieb3an for Siij
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
03 Aug 2019
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A cyborg fighter in the underground matches finds himself a new mechanic — and something new to fight for.
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The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is The Line From Me To You. by drakanyst for Siij
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
20 Jul 2018
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Quirks is an LGBTQ bar on the edge of town. Bakugou Katsuki reluctantly accepts a part time job there as a bartender after his college friend Kaminari Denki tells him that he is abruptly short an employee. It's just for the summer, he tells himself. What's the worst that can happen?
Or, what's the best?
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Bittersweet by Grimmseye for Siij
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
05 Jun 2018
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He knows there’s trouble when he slides into Bakugou’s bed that night, inhales the smoke-sweetness of him and exhales a shuddering moan, not even a fantasy in his mind but just sheer, aching need. So Kirishima burrows deep into the blankets, nudges his cheek into the pillow and breathes Bakugou’s scent until sleep takes him.
Then he drifts.
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Bakugou forgets to read the 'Proper Care And Feeding Of Your Incubus' manual.
Series
- Part 2 of Kirincubus
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down for the count by shizuumi151 for Siij
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
18 Apr 2018
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High on adrenaline, Kirishima fixates on the dewdrops of sweat clinging to the ends of Bakugou's hair, beckoning his gaze. The beads on his nape trailing down the ravine of his spine, carved between his shoulders and back, trapping his eye. The smell of sweat and dirt mixed with Bakugou's scent and soap swirls in his nose, seeps into his brain.
They fight until their training trousers are charred and ripped, till one of them taps out or is down for the count, and the sun always dips to doze off when they call it a day.