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life after discussing the same situation for the gazillionth time

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riding hamzahs thigh... 😛

distraction

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Hamzah teaches you a lesson for being needy...

warnings: smut!! kinda mean!hamzah, reader is a needy hoe prob bad grammar LOL

You stood at the door way of Hamzahs room. He was currently editing a video, his face almost buried in the computer screen. It'd been hours since he had emerged from his cave. Hamzah had been real focused on editing videos lately. He would stay up late and wake up late, the cycle repeating. He hadn't touched you in 3 days, excluding the occasional kisses here and there.

So, you decided to grab his attention. You walked over to Hamzahs chair and stood on the side of it. His glasses reflected the computer screen, snippets of him and Martin playing over and over. "Hamzah." you said, maybe speaking to him would make him look at you. All he did was "hm" in response. You narrowed your eyes down at him. "Lets go to bed, its late." Hamzahs eyes were still focused on his god forsaken computer. This time, he muttered an "mhm." It was then that you realized you'd have to up your game to grab his attention.

You walked behind his chair and put your hands on his shoulders. "Its been days since you touched me, y'know. Don't you miss me?" Hamzah stopped messing with his computer for a second...and then went back to doing so. He simply nodded. You traced your fingers slowly around his neck. Despite his intense focus, Hamzah couldn't help but shiver at your touch. You could feel his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. Despite his skin tingling from you, he couldnt pull his eyes away from the screen.

"C'mon baby, lets go to sleep" you said as you pressed a kiss onto Hamzahs neck. He inhaked sharply at the sensation of your lips on his skin. He could feel his own despire beginning to spark. But he pushed it down, his focus never wavering from the task at hand. His big hands continued flying over the keyboard. You began feeling frustrated. Usually, Hamzah was desperate for you, kissing you and touching you. Now, you were the one desperate for him.

You traced your mouth back up and softly bit his ear. Hamzah jumped slightly at the sudden sensation. His fingers fumbled over the keyboard, the cursor blinking as he messed up the timeline of the video. You pulled your face away from his neck and stepped back. Hamzah slammed his hand down on the desk. He spun his chair around to face you, his eyes darkened by irritation and frustration. "You are so fuckin' needy, you know that? You expect me to drop everything I'm doing to give you some attention, huh?"

You stood there with your hands behind your back. In all honesty, you felt bad for messing up his editing of the video. Yet, you couldn't help but feel your stomach turn at his intense gaze and sharp tone. Hamzah could see the desire in your eyes, the way your breath quickened slightly. He scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "No fuckin' way...you're getting off on me being pissed at you?" he asked, looking up at you.

All you could do was stand there, feeling like a bad dog. He let out a harsh chuckle and crossed his arms. "Fine. If youre so fuckin' needy, go ahead and get yourself off then" he said, turning around back to his computer. "W-what do you mean?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky as you were scared to piss him off further. Then you'd really be in trouble. Hamzah turned back around, an annoyed look on his face. He let out a sigh and pat his thigh, gesturing for you to come sit.

You obliged and perched yourself on his thigh, your face meeting his. You waited for him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer, but it never came. So instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck to balance yourself as you sat atop of his thigh. He continued to work on his laptop, but now at a slower pace.

You couldnt seem to pull your eyes away from his concentrated face. The way his big eyes were so focused, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the way his plump lips were locked in a pout. Hamzah glanced at you and sighed. "I told you to take care of yourself, didn't I? I dont got all day to sit here and watch you mope around like a needy fuckin' slut" he said, his eyes going back to being fixed on the computer. You whimpered at his harsh words. Hamzah wasn't usually irritated like this, especially not with you.

But in this moment, he was just so sexy, so dominant. You couldn't help but begin to move back and forth slightly on his thigh. You were only wearing a pair of thin shorts, a t-shirt and panties. It didn't take much for your touch deprived body to feel friction. Hamzah gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the way you were grinding on him. He could feel himself slipping into your lustful whims, but he refused to let you distract him further. His fingers continued to type away at the keyboard.

You turned your head to the side, almost behind you, to watch his hands work. The same hands that gripped your body like dough, the same hands that would be around your neck at this time of night. You sighed softly, your pussy fluttering at the memory of his fingers toying with you. Hamzah glanced up briefly, catching your wistful sigh. He then averted his gaze back to his computer. You continued to grind back and forth, your speed increasing a bit with each passing moment.

You pulled your left arm away from his neck to lift up your shirt, your tits bouncing out. Hamzah flicked his gaze up to you. He could feel his pants tighten at the tantalizing sight of your breasts. But he quickly focused his attention back to editing, his jaw clenched as he willed himself to focus. You slid your hand off of his neck and let it play with your tit as you rode Hamzahs thigh with greater force.

You put your other hand back against the desk, your thighs gripping onto his as you held yourself up. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side, a slimy string of wetness connecting them. Hamzah glanced down and almost moaned. His cock was twitching in his pants, the sight of his girl reduced to a desperate whore nearly too much for him to handle. You rubbed your pussy hard against his thigh. He was wearing grey sweatpants, so not only could you see his bulge but also the trail you were leaving. You couldn't tell which one turned you on more.

As your grounded and rubbed yourself against Hamzah, you tried to replicate the feeling of his mouth by spitting on your tits. You rubbed your own saliva on your nipples, making them pebble impossibly harder against the cool air. Your mouth fell open, soft sighs and moans spilling out. Your eyes darted back and forth from Hamzahs face to his dick, the sights damn near bringing you to tears. His resolve was crumbling with each sound that came out of your mouth. "Please. Please touch me, Hamzah. I promise I'll be good-"

Hamzahs concentration finally shattered at the sound of his name falling desperately from your lips. He grabbed you by your hips and threw you onto the bed. He stood up from his chair and loomed over you. "Tell me what you want" he said, looking down at you with reluctant desire. "Need you, baby. Please" you begged, spreading your legs open. Hamzah stared down at your messy folds. Your pussy was soaked and he hadn't even touched you, not in days. He began untying his sweatpants, his gaze never tearing away from your pussy.

"You better make this worth my time."

(RAAAH this was my first time writing for hamzah hope u guys like :3)

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im manifesting ✨

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How girlhood feels

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just added hamzah to masterlist come at me bro

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thanks for the tag cutie pie @gyllenhaalstuff <33

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currently reading: the hate u give

last movie: jennifers body

last series: jimmy neutron LMAO

last song: XO - fall out boy

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currently craving: hamzah al emad mango

currently working on: history homework and requests :3

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Favourite colour: green

Currently reading: The Bones Beneath My Skin by TJ Klune and Rivals by Jilly Cooper

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Craving: choc chip cookies (luckily I have some downstairs)

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Currently working on: much good omens fanfiction. So much.

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i needzah😵‍💫

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How I feel making a playlist for my friends

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shes so me

palo alto 2013 ‧₊ . ✮ ˚ ⋅

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“The secret life of orange is that they live with a gift and a curse. Orange thinks too much. It pays attention to the little details like space and time and, well, things other colors don’t usually care about. Complementary colors were made because when a color is alone on canvas it has a tendency to get caught up in itself to the point where it can become lost. This is why sometimes Orange needs Blue.” - whos-that-foxi-lady

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hii !! I loved your Donnie fics, can I request Anthony swofford coming back home to his wife and her gently doting to him and him just feeling so overwhelmed and showing her just how much he missed her? (iykwim >⁠.⁠<)

but of course, you choose if you want to take this request, have a good day !! ^⁠_⁠^

welcome home

┊͙✧˖*°࿐ anthony swofford comes home from war, and is met with a warm welcome from his wife.

warnings: smut!! soft sex, sweet and cutie

Anthony sat in the bus with his crewmen. The bus was filled with laughter and joy, the men chatting and joking with cheer. Today was a special day: Anthony was finally coming home to his wife. It had been over a year since the last time he saw her, with every single day feeling like a dozen. Anthony and [Name] had been together since sophomore year of high school. Right before Anthony joined the military, he married [Name] as she had vowed she would never love again if he was to die.

There wasn't a moment where Anthony wasn't thinking of [Name]. He'd lay in the barracks, closing his eyes and imagining she was right there next to him. He'd sit in the bathroom stalls pretending to have a stomachache, when he was really just jerking off to the single picture he had of his beloved. It photographed a smiling [Name], beaming with pride as she wore nothing but Anthonys t-shirt. The other guys would often enviously tease Anthony, but he knew it was all in good fun. He knew that they wished a beautiful, loyal girl was waiting at home for them.

Although Anthony trusted [Name] with his life, there was always a voice in the back of his mind. He couldn't help but worry about [Name] seeing another man while he was away. The thought filled him with an uneasy sense of dread and insecurity, hardly even being able to stomach the thought of [Name] finding someone else. These feelings were always pushed down as soon as Anthony got the chance to call [Name], her soft voice soothing his aching fear of her infidelity.

"Swofford! Heres yer' stop" the bus driver said, pulling Anthony out of his daydreams. He put on his hat and stood up. His crew-mates shook hands with him, bidding him a goodbye and telling him to keep in touch. Anthony simply smiled, as he was in a hurry to get the hell out of there and see his wife. He stepped out and off of the bus, looking back one last time at the men he'd fought a war with. He turned to face his house that looked the exact same as he left it.

The small garden in the front was flourishing under the early spring sun. The grass was mowed to perfection, garden nomes sitting happily on top of the soil. A small American flag hung on a banner placed in a flower pot, which must have been a new addition as Anthony didn't remember it being there before. He stepped up to the wooden door and knocked. He heard the soft patter of slippered-feet and the creak of the old floorboards. The door flew open and the scent of food and the sight of [Name] came through.

She stood in the doorway, her cheeks rosy and her hair pulled out of her face. [Name] wore a white apron that had stains all over it, and underneath a yellow flowered sundress, a personal favorite of Anthonys. She stood there, wide eyed and open mouthed. She took in the sight of her husband, his face a bit scruffy, but his uniform crisply pristine. Anthony looked deep into her tear-pricked eyes. "You're...home..." she muttered, letting her hands find their way to his face. Anthony smiled at her, feeling his own tears start to form. "Yeah, baby. I'm home."

[Name] wrapped her arms around Anthonys neck and kissed his lips. She grabbed onto him tightly, almost as if he was going to disappear. He kissed her back and lead her inside the house, not taking his lips off hers for even a second. Anthony kicked the door closed as he felt and grabbed [Name] all over. He gently squeezed her hips as he pushed her up against the wall. [Name] broke the kiss, panting and eyes wet with unshed tears.

She smiled at Anthony, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks. "It feels like i'm dreaming" [Name] said as she cupped his face with her hands. Anthony smiled back, leaning into her soft hands that carried the scent of bread dough. "I missed you so much, baby" he said as he began kissing her neck. [Name] moaned lightly, the embers of pleasure finally being ignited once more. Anthony kissed and sucked hickeys onto the smooth skin of [Names] neck. He slid his hand up the bottom of her sundress and under the fabric, playing with the lace of her panties.

Although the fantasy in his mind featured [Name] sprawled out on their bed, Anthony couldn't resist fucking her right there against the wall. He grabbed her thighs, signaling for her to wrap her legs around him. [Name] hopped and pulled Anthony closer using her legs, his fingers still gripping the soft flesh. Anthony groaned against [Names] lips. He used one big hand to pull down the neckline of the sundress [Name] was wearing. Her bare tits spilled out, nipples already hard just from kissing. "No bra?" Anthony questioned, gaze still stuck on her breasts. [Name] shook her head no, "Wanted to be ready for you." Anthony smirked and sucked on [Names] nipple, still gripping her thighs. "Missed these pretty tits. Missed everything about you."

[Name] ran her hands over Anthonys buzz-cut head. The hair that she loved to yank on was no longer there, replaced by the stubble that adorned his head. [Name] didn't mind this. Anthony makes quick work of his belt and zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching, throbbing cock. It springs forth, hard and heavy, the thick shaft pulsing with each beat of his racing heart.

Anthony reached down, hiking [Names] dress up around her hips and baring her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. His fingers delved between her folds, finding hers lick heat. He groaned at the evidence of her own arousal.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he rasps, his fingers sliding easily through [Names] dripping slit. "I know how much you missed me, missed this..." With that, Anthony notches the broad head of his cock at [Names] entrance, the thick shaft nudging against her swollen clit, coating itself in her slick arousal. With a slow, gentle thrust of his hips, Anthony sheathes himself inside [Name] inch by hard, throbbing inch disappearing into her welcoming heat. He pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath mingling with her own as he savors the feeling of finally being with his beloved wife.

"I missed you so much, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Missed you so much,Tony. My fingers aren't enough to make me feel as good as you do." Anthony starts to move then, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm as he makes love to [Name] tenderly. He takes his time, each thrust deliberate and purposeful, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of [Names] essence. His hands roam her body, caressing and stroking, reacquainting himself with every curve and swell he's been dreaming about for months.

As he made love to [Name] with a gentle passion, he listened to her breathy sighs and soft moans. Anthony leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue gliding against [Names]. "I love you, I love you so much," he whispered against her lips, his hips never ceasing their steady, loving rhythm. "I'm so happy to be here with you, to hold you, to feel you..."

[Name] buries her face in Anthonys neck as she reaches her climax, her eyes shutting tight and her legs shaking. All that comes out of her mouth is a string of "I love you's" that sound like a chant. As he feels [Names] wetness slick his cock, Anthony releases his cum into her womb. He thrusts as his cock continues spurting out semen, making [Name] whimper in overstimulation. Once every last drop is inside of [Name], Anthony pulls out. [Name] looks up at Anthony, slowly coming back into full consciousness.

"Welcome home, baby."

(AAAH im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope u like it tho :3)

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creds: @/your_girl4 on pinterest

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