A Part Of Me // Katsuki Bakugou

andy speaks: i offer you child of ares!caleb 🤲 this was written with child of aphrodite!reader in mind 🐣 peep the hozier and love, rosie reference ><

child of ares!caleb who makes you spar with him at any given time only to lose because he got distracted by your pretty face. 

“not fair play.” he groans on the ground after tripping. “do you need help getting up?” despite his grumbles, he takes your hand with a sly smirk and yanks you down to him.

child of ares!caleb who stares down anyone who dares to talk to you. how dare they take up your time that could've been spent with him? 

his cold gaze makes the other person tremble and rush to get away. the moment you turned to face him, all confused because why did that person just run, caleb is all smiley. eyes bright and hands already reaching out to cup your face and give you eskimo kisses.

child of ares!caleb who grins like he's high off anesthesia whenever you fuzz about his injuries. he melts in your hold everytime you kiss his bruises and gashes, wishing him a speedy recovery.

he’s not above intentionally getting his lips busted just so you can smooch his pain away.

child of ares!caleb who doesn’t like you to worry too much. 

he smoothes out the furrow in your brows with a thumb, followed with a soft kiss to your lips. “i'm strong,” he assures you. for as long as he lives, you will never have to worry about losing him. even death can’t keep him apart from you. no grave can hold him down— he’ll always crawl back home to you.

child of ares!caleb who is never not in awe of your beauty. his eyes find you at all times. he stares at you with love and complete adoration, tracing your every features with his gaze like he’s tattooing you onto his mind.

child of ares!caleb who gets touchy feely. his hands roam your body like they belong there, yet he gets flustered when you do the same to him. his ears redden and his cheeks are dusted light pink the moment your fingers graze his biceps.

child of ares!caleb realizes he’s in love with you when you almost died on a mission. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into your room. 

“you could've died today.” he mutters, jaw clenched and breaths heavy. 

“but i didn't. i couldn't die when i knew someone was waiting for me to come home.”

“you drive me insane.” caleb cups your face and crashes his lip into yours. it’s rough, it’s needy, it’s desperate. he kisses you like he’s pouring every unspoken word he wishes to say into it.

child of ares!caleb who’s rough at the edges but you soften him. you kiss every scar of his. you hold him every night. you kiss him like he’s a saint to be worshipped. he claims he’s tainting you yet you welcome him with an open heart. 

child of ares!caleb who will always, honestly, truly, completely love you.

phil: i love buffets

dan: i dont like buffets

phil: i dont like buffets

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danielhowell’s instagram story 02/08/2018

@cherriimo honestly this is so you

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࿐ Whenever you are guys apart for some time, Yuji can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Always waiting for you to let your guard down so he can pounce on you.

Squeezing you like a plushie, his buff arms suffocate you, your face stuffed into his chest.

He hates using how strong he is against you but in times like this he’s desperate :(

Nuzzling his nose into your neck, sniffing you like he’s a dog craving your scent.

After every inhale, he exhales loudly like your the best perfume his after smelt.

You let out a small squeak when you feel the wetness of his tongue on your neck.

But this isn’t the end of his schemes.

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As you’re washing the dishes you hear the front door open. Putting his things down, he runs towards you like a puppy seeing its owner after years. “I missed you!” He whines your name, standing to close for comfort. You greet him, and turn your focus back to cleaning.

Turning your head, you’re startled by him still standing there. Frowning while softly pouting his lips.

“Come here.” He tries to lean his face in, but you turn your head quickly.

“Come hereee.” He complains, squeezing your cheeks as he uses his hand to forcefully turn you his way.

Before you could refuse, he pushes his lips against yours. Repeatedly. You struggle to keep up with him. Your little gasp and inhales whenever he’d break the kiss was making his pants tight :(

He decides he’s had enough (for now) once your eyes start going out of focus. He smiles as he finally backs out of your personal bubble. Licking his now glossed, lips while he turns to bother something other than you.

Your face flushed, and your hands trembly, your embarrassed of how easily he got you in a state like this >:(

Your eyebrows furrowed, you (try to) continue the dishes.

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HIGH & DRY | PT 2

another blunt, another step over the blurred lines between friendship and romance. read part one here

it’s been a few weeks. maybe longer.

you realized that time gets weird when you’re trying to avoid something you’re not ready to name, with someone you’re not used to being apart from.

but, inevitably, here you are - same bedroom, same lazy sun slicing through the blinds, same warm smoke swirling through the air.

the awkward tension, though? that’s new.

you’re sitting beside hamzah again, shoulders touching, thighs close but not overlapping. a fresh blunt hangs from his lips as he flicks the lighter alive - this’ll be your second, and you both went heavy on the first - to make up for lost time, maybe.

he takes a long drag, leans his head back, and exhales slow. the wisp of smoke curls above your head.

“been thinkin’ about last time,” he says suddenly, voice rough.

you slowly blink, letting the words sink in. hesitantly, you turn your head to look at him. “yeah?” you reply vaguely.

he glances at you from the corner of his eye, but doesn’t fully look at you. “yeah.”

you take the blunt when he silently offers it to you, your fingers brushing during the exchange. you bring it to your mouth, inhale, then hold it in.

“what part?” you ask quietly.

“c’mon,” he scoffs, the hint of smirk ghosting across his lips. “you know what part.”

you do. you definitely know.

but you exhale slowly like it’s nothing, letting the smoke pour from your lips. “we didn’t even do anything.” you mutter.

hamzah fully turns toward you now, his body angled, one arm slung over the back of the bed. his eyes are deeply red and half-lidded, but still focused.

“exactly,” he says lowly. “that’s the problem. that’s why i can’t stop thinking about it.”

your pulse skips. you shift a little, not enough to make a scene, but he notices anyway. he always does.

“we could, uh..” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. “not do anything again.”

you raise your brows.

he clears his throat. “like - you could just sit on me.”

you blink, a hint of confusion crossing your countenance.

“on my.. y’know,” he clarifies, gesturing vaguely to his lap. “just sit, nothin’ else. i won’t even move.”

“that’s not ‘nothing,’” you say, lips curving slightly upwards at his twisted logic.

“but it’s not sex,” he argues. “not technically.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but you’re fully grinning now. “you sound really dumb right now.”

he shrugs. “we’re already high. we’re allowed to be dumb.”

you hold the blunt out to him, eyes sharp. “but what happens when you can’t sit still?”

his smile spreads lazily across his face as he takes it back from you. “dunno. we’ll see.”

you’re straddling him a few minutes later, slowly sinking onto his cock with a soft, shared breath like you’re both easing into warm water.

his hands are on your thighs, steadying you as you take him in, inch by inch. you feel full immediately, your breath catching in your throat as you settle against him.

you’re both still clothed. his sweats are shoved down just enough. your underwear and shorts are lazily tugged aside.

but you’re skin to skin where it counts.

he’s thick and warm inside you, and you don’t move. neither does he.

you just sit there, bodies molded into each other like it’s natural, like this is just another way to be high together. like this is just something that best friends do on occasion.

hamzah leans back against the wall, head tilted up, exhaling smoke slowly past his parted lips. “holy fuck.”

you laugh quietly, resting your hands on his chest. “you good?”

he looks at you hazy, red-rimmed eyes. “yeah. s’just..” he trails off, swallowing hard. “really warm.”

you reach for the blunt, take another hit, pass it back. he accepts it from your fingers like a ritual, and smokes while he’s inside you.

you two are just smoking together, per usual.

the only difference is that his cock is pressing into you so deeply, your mind is starting to melt.

minutes pass, exactly like that. slow and hazy. you manage to stay still - both of you are too high to rush, too obsessed with the strange intimacy of it all.

until he shifts.

just a little. barely a flex of his hips.

it still makes you gasp involuntarily, your teeth instinctively pinching down on your bottom lip.

“accident,” he mutters, his gaze fixated on your mouth. “kinda.” he adds with a teasing grin.

your narrow your eyes at him, furrowing your brows in frustration. “don’t do that.”

he smirks again, a clear sign that he’s not going to listen to you. and then - of course - directly opposing your wishes, he does it again.

it’s a slow, controlled roll of his hips that has your breath lodged in your throat and your thighs clenching around him.

“hamzah.” you hiss, sucking in a sharp inhale though your clenched teeth.

“not movin’,” he muses, even as his hands grip your ass and roll you down into him again.

the blunt’s long gone now, fizzled out somewhere in the ashtray - forgotten, just like your original agreement to stay still.

now he’s actually fucking into you, slow and deep, your bodies flush, sticky, and buzzing with heat.

your head falls onto his shoulder, your breath shaky in his ear. “you’re a fuckin’ liar,” you whisper, even as you grind down onto him without thinking.

he’s breathing heavy, and his voice comes out small. “still don’t think this counts as sex.”

you’re about to reply when your phone starts vibrating, the noise rattling through the air.

you both freeze. a name lights up across your screen: mandy.

your eyes widen. hamzah simply grins, evil and amused.

“answer it.” he whispers.

you shake your head immediately. “no, are you crazy?”

“c’mon,” he coaxes, thrusting up just once, sharp and slow.

you gasp, your free hand scrambling for your phone on the bedside table while your other one grips at the fabric of his hoodie. “fuck. you’re such an asshole.”

“answer it,” he repeats in a murmur against your neck, the same teasing edge evident in his tone. “and keep your fuckin’ voice down.”

begrudgingly, you hit accept and hold your phone to your ear.

“hey!” mandy chirps, way too loud for the situation you’re currently in. “we’re still going to brunch tomorrow, right?”

hamzah fucks up into you again.

your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. you weakly clear your throat. “y-yeah. yeah, for sure..”

his hand slides up your back beneath your shirt, the other gripping your hip as he moves again. you slap your hand over your mouth, stifling a moan.

“babe, are you okay? you sound out of breath.”

“i’m fine,” you breathe out, trying to not give away the fact that hamzah’s pushing into you at a pace that’s making your thighs tremble.

“okay, cool!” mandy’s voice is all sunshine on the other end of the phone. “you good with our normal place? i got us a reservation already.”

you shudder and squeak out, “perfect, that’s-” hamzah thrusts deeper in the middle of your sentence. “mmh! - perfect..”

“are you sure you’re okay?” mandy asks again.

“i’m - yeah, i’m-”

hamzah does it again and you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder with a glare. he simply laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck.

“m-mandy, i gotta go,” you gasp. “uh, it’s.. an emergency. love you, bye.”

you hang up before she can say anything else, dropping your phone on the bed.

hamzah’s immediately moving again, his hands locked on your hips, his mouth dragging down your throat.

neither of you are pretending anymore.

he’s deep inside you, rhythm getting rougher, breath getting heavier, when it hits you - how close that just was.

your hand is still shaking from the phone call, your skin buzzing, but the high is starting to twist into something sharper.

anxiety. awareness.

you pull back just slightly, your hands pressing against his chest. “shit.”

hamzah doesn’t stop right away - he’s too far gone, hips still grinding up into you, but your voice brings him back a little. “what?”

you look at him, heart hammering now for a totally different reason. “she knew something was off. if i’d messed up any more..”

he swallows, blinking quickly like he’s trying to sober up. “yeah. yeah, okay, you’re right. fuck.”

his hands slide off your hips slowly, like he’s just realizing how far he let himself go. you stay where you are for a second longer, still straddling him, still full of him - but now you’re both frozen still.

“we really almost got caught. again.” you whisper, staring at him.

he laughs sheepishly under his breath. “yeah. that would’ve been.. bad. martin already saw us last time.”

you finally lift yourself off him, legs shaking slightly, and collapse beside him in a warm, hazy heap. neither of you say anything for a moment.

then hamzah mutters, “mandy’s totally gonna interrogate you.”

you let out a breathless laugh, covering your flushed face with one hand. “trust me, i know.”

xoxo giulia

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