cuddlyeren

[cuddlyeren]

smth small meanwhile I get my shit turned in 🤭

🦢 his fingers tapped on each key of his laptop as you snipped at his warm neck as the hood of his ‘nap queen’ hoodie kept him warm from the Toronto cold seeping through the thin walls of your house. You groaned and whined as a little spark flew into Hamzah’s mind as his hand met your thigh squeezing it in all his hand as it was probably one of his favorite things about you. His lips crashed into yours as you closed his laptop and threw it beside him as his hand seeped up onto your waist, kissing every little bit of you as you slowly crawled onto his thick thigh. You wore thin sweatpants so you were able to at least get a small amount of friction between his thigh and your heat.

“so needy like always” he hummed as his lips met your neck pressing hickies onto your neck as you slowly began grinding on his thigh as your hands rested on his shoulders. His big hands held onto your waist as he began suddenly taking control over you pressing down harder and faster. You couldn’t hold in your anticipation for him as you cried wanting his cock so badly already. Small praises escaped his lips and into your ear as his hands grazed on every inch of your body. His cold hands meeting your tits finally as you hitched from his cold embrace.

You began bouncing on him as you felt yourself riding into your high as his sharp lustful eyes pierced into your soul as you yelled his name coming all over yourself. Embarrassed.

(credit to the person who commented on my post, if your seeing this ily)

[cuddlyeren]

Meet My Girlfriend!

(Not clickbait)

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Hamzah leaned back in his chair, staring at the blank YouTube title box. His cursor blinked impatiently.

He sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. “Alright,” he muttered to himself. “Let’s rip the bandage off.”

In bold letters, he typed: “Meet My Girlfriend (not clickbait).”

A soft laugh escaped him, the irony of it all hitting him at once. For years, he had carefully cultivated a persona of the charming, funny, and very much single guy online. Fans loved him for it shipping him with their own imaginations, leaving cheeky comments like, “Hamzah, you’re my future husband, you just don’t know it yet!” or “Stay single forever!”

But now… things were about to change.

“Babe, are you sure you’re ready for this?” Y/N’s voice floated from the doorway.

Hamzah turned to see her leaning against the frame, dressed in one of his oversized hoodies. She looked nervous, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. It wasn’t like her to be unsure—one of the many things he loved about her was her confidence.

“Yes” he said, standing up and walking over to her. “I mean, I don’t want to hide you anymore. I’m tired of pretending like you don’t exist in my life when you’re the best part of it.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “That’s a cheesy line.”

“Cheesy, but true,” he said, placing a hand on her cheek. “Listen, I know my fans are intense… Some of them might not take it well, but I want them to know the real me. And the real me is crazy about you.”

Her smile softened, but her eyes still carried doubt. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t,” Hamzah said firmly. “And even if some do, they’ll get over it. I’m not going to let a few people’s opinions stop me from showing you off.”

Y/N exhaled, her resolve solidifying. “Okay. Let’s do it. But if this ruins your career, you’re not allowed to blame me.”

Hamzah grinned. “Deal.”

———

The next day, the internet buzzed with speculation.

Hamzah had tweeted:

Big news dropping tomorrow. 👀

In minutes, his fans were in a frenzy:

• “HE’S RELEASING MERCH, I KNOW IT!”

• “Collab with friends ? Please say it’s chase and Claire !”

• “WHAT IF IT’S A GIRLFRIEND??? 😱”

By the time the video premiered, his audience was practically vibrating with anticipation.

The screen lit up with Hamzah sitting in his usual filming spot, a goofy grin on his face. “Alright, guys, I know you’re all dying to know what the big news is, so I won’t drag it out too long. But first…” He leaned closer to the camera, lowering his voice dramatically. “How are you doing? You good? Hydrated? Alright, cool.”

He straightened up, his expression softening. “So, here’s the thing. You guys have been with me through everything—my first awkward videos, my cringe TikTok dances, my horrible attempts at cooking. You’re like family to me. And because of that, I think it’s time I introduce you to someone really special.”

The comments exploded immediately:

• “OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING.”

• “WAIT, WHAT?!?”

• “He’s trolling us… right??”

Hamzah chuckled, glancing off-camera. “Y/N, you ready?” He extends his hand signaling to y/n that she could come now

A moment later, Y/N walked into the frame, smiling nervously. She waved. “Hi, everyone!”

The comments came faster than either of them could read:

• “SHE’S SO PRETTY OMG.”

• “Wait, who is this???”

• “Not my parasocial relationship crumbling rn.”

“This is Y/N,” Hamzah said, his voice full of warmth. “My girlfriend. And before you freak out—yes, I’ve been keeping this a secret for a while. Not because I didn’t want you to know, but because I wanted to protect her from… well, you know how some of y’all can be.”

Y/N laughed nervously, and Hamzah squeezed her hand.

The video continued with them sharing how they met and answering some lighthearted questions. But as the comments poured in, it became clear that not everyone was thrilled.

Later that night, as Hamzah scrolled through Twitter, he sighed. “Well, the fans are… divided.”

Y/N peered over his shoulder. Among the supportive messages were tweets like:

• “Heartbroken. Never trusting men again.”

• “Unsubscribed. You ruined my fantasy, Hamzah.”

But then there were others:

• “Y/N seems sweet. I’m happy for you, Hamzah!”

• “As long as you keep posting funny videos, I don’t care who you date.”

He looked at Y/N, who was reading the tweets with an unreadable expression. “Hey,” he said softly, turning her face toward him. “Are you okay?”

She hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. It’s a lot, but I’ll survive. As long as you’re by my side.”

Hamzah smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Always.”

—-

Inspired by Mandy’s recent YT Video and everyone saying that he has a gf😭 hope yall liked my first fic��

[cuddlyeren]

for that special boyfriend 𓆩♡𓆪

you get inspired by ELF for your boyfriend's christmas present

gf!reader×hamzah / no fc

a.n : written from a request, improved a little by ai bc i never watched elf

christmas was just around the corner, and you were still frantically scrolling through every website you could think of, searching for the perfect gift for your boyfriend.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried asking him, but every time, hamzah either brushed it off with some sarcastic comment or managed to steer the conversation in an entirely different direction.

this would be your first christmas together after almost a year of dating, and while the thought of spending it with him made you excited, the stress of picking the right gift was enough to keep you awake at night.

the sound of your doorbell suddenly broke your concentration. without a second thought, you basically ran to the door.

pulling it open, your eyes met his, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten. there he was : hamzah, your beautiful but frustratingly evasive boyfriend.

"oh, hamzah!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him. “i missed you so, so much!”

he didn’t say anything at first. instead, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you off the ground and carrying you all the way to your bed.

it had only been a few days since you’d last seen him, but it had felt like an eternity : he’d been off filming a camping trip video for his channel with martin.

“missed you too,” he murmured against your hair as he set you down on the bed, his voice soft and warm.

his presence was a comfort in itself, but you couldn’t help but take in the little details you’d missed : his gorgeous curly hair, the faint smell of woodsmoke clinging to his camo hoodie from the camping trip, and the happy glow in his dark eyes.

while he’d been camping, you’d kept busy by staying at mandy's, so she could film a video of her own.

you’d made plans to decorate your christmas tree together and watch a movie, and now that he was here, you could finally do just that.

your boyfriend pulled a DVD from his bag with a mischievous grin. “elf,” he announced, holding it up like it was a rare treasure.

“wait, i've actually always wanted to see that,” you said, delighted by his choice.

he blinked in mock disbelief. “you’ve never seen elf? baby, how have you been celebrating christmas all these years?”

you shrugged, laughing. “not like this, i guess.”

the next couple of hours were nothing short of magical. together, you strung lights and hung ornaments on the tree, you were ecstatic to finally be able to use the christmas jellycat mandy had gifted you.

hamzah insisted on putting the star on top though, claiming it was his “duty as the taller one,” you rolled your eyes but let him have his moment.

with the room bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights and the faint scent of pine in the air, the two of you layed down on your bed to watch the movie.

hamzah’s arm rested around your shoulders, pulling you close, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him during the movie.

the way his face lit up during the funniest scenes or how his laugh filled the room was just perfect.

then that scene came on. the one where buddy shows off his red festive underwear, his enthusiasm making the moment awkward but also endearing. you burst out laughing, tears in your eyes, and hamzah immediately seized the opportunity to tease you.

“that would totally suit you,” he said with his signature grin.

“excuse me?!” you replied, pretending to be offended, but he didn’t stop.

“i'm just saying, everyone needs a pair of festive underwear for christmas. you’d look so sexy in something like that.”

“absolutely not,” you said, still laughing. “but I bet you’d rock them, though. buddy's look? totally your vibe.”

from there, the jokes spiralled. for the rest of the evening, the two of you couldn’t stop bringing it up.

whenever your other half teased you, you’d dramatically threaten to buy him buddy’s underwear for christmas. in turn, he kept insisting you’d be the one to wear them, claiming it would be the “ultimate holiday outfit.” it quickly became an inside joke you couldn't stop bringing up.

a few days later, the idea came to you. you had been stressing endlessly about what to get hamzah for christmas, but now, you finally had the answer. it was silly but also featured his favourite thing ever: you!

so, on christmas eve, as your boyfriend sat on the couch trying to find the best music from spotify's christmas playlist, you disappeared into you bedroom.

“everything okay?” he called out after a few minutes, desperate to spend time with you.

“don’t come in!” you basically screamed back, trying not to laugh as you put on your special outfit.

after another moment, you stepped into the doorway, arms spread dramatically.

“merry christmas, buddy!” you exclaimed, as loud as you could.

hamzah’s eyes widened as he looked up, and then he completely lost it.

you were standing there in a carbon copy of the movie's outfit. a bright red bra with tulle on its bottom, covering your stomach but not your lacey red thong. you even added a matching santa hat.

“no way,” hamzah managed to say between laughs “no way you actually did this!”. laughing at first, you could now see his eyes getting darker, filling with lust as he looked you up and down.

but you weren't done.

“oh, it gets better,” you said, pulling out a wrapped box from behind your back. “open it.”

he tore the wrapping paper, revealing a matching pair of underwear to your outfit, with your name embroidered in gold on the ass part.

his face turned bright pink, both from laughing and embarrassment.

“this… this is the best gift ever,” he finally choked out, wiping away tears. “i can’t believe you did this. you’re unbelievable.”

you smiled, feeling proud of yourself. “well, you did say everyone needs a pair of festive underwear for christmas.”

he stood up and pulled you into a kiss. “you’re the best, you know that? but I hope you know i'm totally making you wear those again next year, and all years after that actually.”

“only if you wear yours,” you said back, smirking as he started kissing you all over

💋

[cuddlyeren]

hi! ive never requested before so sorry if this is worded weird but was wondering if you could write something where hamzah make the reader squ!rt for the first tike and he assures her its nothing to be ashamed of

soaked for you (request) | hamzah x fem!reader

rating | smut (fem recieving)

warning | afab!reader, proofread

w/c: 1.5k

author's note | this was a god request! i love requests or prompts that allow me to incorporate plot with porn. this might be the hottest thing i've written dare i say? the ending lowkey sucks tho but wtv

THE LATE NIGHT, TORONTO RAIN WAS BRUTAL WITH IT’S RELENTLESSNESS. 

You didn’t mind, not entirely, anyways, you liked the petrichor scent rain always brought in and the rumbling sound of thunder. The one thing you didn’t appreciate was the humidity. Thanks to the sheer fucking humidity, you had now found yourself wearing shorts,  no underwear, and one of your boyfriend’s many stupid slogan shirts he had “jokingly” ordered from Temu (he claimed to have ordered them as jokes but considering the volume of how many he owned, you weren’t sure now).  This one happened to read: best farter, I mean father, ever. It was comfy and didn’t make you feel hot, at least. Although, even with your minimal amount of layers and the fan blowing cold wind into your room, it wasn’t enough to rid of your uncomfortable state of being a tad too warm and, as if to make matters worse, you had found yourself occupied with an erotica novel that was causing you to burn with desire.  You had picked the obviously low quality book from Ben McNally as a joke with some friends, it was something to laugh at, truthfully, given the book’s bizarre plot being centred around a woman and her computer that turns into a sentient male being. Shamefully, you found yourself squirming at the surprisingly detailed sex descriptions and it didn’t help that everytime you looked above your book  you saw your boyfriend, Hamzah. The humidity had gotten to him too, it seems. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and chose to just wear baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, allowing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers to peek through. You felt easy. All it took was a shittily written sex novel from the discount bin and watching your boyfriend do something as mundane as organising the clothes on his side of your closet for you to feel yourself bloom with wetness. The need for him and his touch was making you antsy - jittery even. You chose to ignore the feeling. 

After all, you and him had sex in the morning and the night before. You didn’t want to come off as needy so you resumed reading your book that you were convinced was partly written by Chat GPT, and sometime between the protagonist somehow getting pregnant by her sentient robot boyfriend and her nearly dying in some contrived plot point, your boyfriend had settled in the spot next to you. You closed your book and set it to the side, mentally bookmarking where you left off before turning your attention to him. “Hey.” You smiled at him, trying to ignore how shifty your legs had become against your own will. You hated how physically obvious it was that you needed him sometimes. Again, it made you feel easy or like a whore. Which didn’t really make sense because you only really slept with him - but your mind was a contradictory, and sometimes, cruel place. “Hey,” he smiled back, albeit a bit tiredly.  “You good?” “I’m good.” You replied back, looking down at him. Fuck he looked good. He’d look better on top of me, you thought. You tried to cast that thought and others, similar, away.  “Just tired from YouTube and shit,” he paused a bit as he rubbed his eyes. “I lost a brand deal because, according to them, we’re not ‘brand friendly’ enough,” Hamzah remarked, enunciating the words ‘brand friendly.’ “Like fuck, and they’re the ones that reached out to us for a collaboration.” You nodded, barely taking what he was saying in, as your eyes lingered around his V-line. “Damn that sucks.” You mumbled. You were distracted and Hamzah wasn’t an idiot. He took you in, properly, and the pieces of the puzzle fell together when his eyes landed on your shorts. They were of a thin material and white, so it was quite easy seeing the wet patch. “What’s this?” He asked innocently enough. “What’s what-” your question was quickly answered as his fingers traced the outline of the desire that had bloomed in your pants. “Uh, I just spilled water on myself.”

“Mmm.” Was all Hamzah let out, his finger lazily going from the crotch of your shorts to your plush thigh, grazing gentle circles against your perfumed skin. He knew you were lying - but if you were lying, it must’ve meant you didn’t want him to take it as a sign for doing something. He was happy with just touching you just like this. You felt your body wet with his touch. Fuck I need him, you thought, as you watched him continue to trace little outlines of abstract shapes against your body, his eyes boring into your body as if it was on display at the Lourve. 

“Hamzah.” You spoke, finally managing to swallow the lump in your throat. You never knew why you were so nervous to ask him to touch you or have sex with you, you always wanted it, and you were sure he did too.

“Hmm?” He hummed, his eyes lifting to meet your gaze. 

“I - I’d like to-” you were struggling to find words. Not that he needed any anyway. Your soaked shorts, the nervous lust that was blooming in your eyes and just your general energy was a dead giveaway that you were looking for something more. Something he was proud only he could give you.

He began to move, settling his head to rest on your upper thigh. “What would you like, baby?” He asked you, his fingers toying with the drawstrings of your shorts. “You.” You replied, breathily. With that, he had slid your shorts off your legs and discarded them sloppily somewhere in the chaos of your untidied room. He planted a kiss against your vulva, before lifting his eyes to meet your eyes - a silent ask of approval to go further. You nodded and he latched his mouth against your pussy. Always managing to do so with a hungrier desperation than the last time he ate you out.  You felt your pussy throb as he licked long, hot stripes against it and felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as his nose made repeated contact with your oh-so sensitive bud. 

You felt euphoric.

He lifted his middle and forefinger to your mouth, grazing them lightly against your lip - gesturing for you to open your mouth. You obliged. You took the taste of his fingers in and rolled it against your tongue before letting them out of your mouth. His fingers, now lubricated, entered your folds and into you. You shot your head back as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You glanced down to look at the view below you and all you could think was, God. 

The way his eyes were gleaming with dedication, the way his mouth was covered in your slick want as he licked - or rather, devoured - every drop of your desire and the way his fingers grazed the insides of your walls. Fuck it was too much and it made you feel so full - until you suddenly weren’t and you felt a release of sorts. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, sure - but you had felt more overstimulated sexually before, that there was no way you had orgasmed. Until it hit you and you felt an overwhelming wash of shame. You had squirted. At least you think you did, you had never had that happen before.

That was the only logical, and also most embarrassing, reason as to why you felt a release of liquid that you were, at least, certain wasn’t pee. Almost instinctively, you closed your legs and refused to look down at your boyfriend. For Hamzah, he was taken a little bit by surprise by your sudden demeanour change and became worried that he done something wrong. “Baby is everything okay?” He pressed. 

“Uh, yeah. I’m just sorry about that.”

He was still confused. “About what?”

 You stayed quiet for a bit before answering, “Whatever that was. That was probably gross as fuck for you.” Several realisations hit him at once.

He realised that you were referring to yourself squirting. You were embarrassed by it and were probably going to push him away because of aforementioned embarrassment. He took his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning your slick off of them and pressed his mouth against the back of his hand, wiping and promptly got up. “Baby it’s normal.” “I know it’s normal.” You groaned out. “It’s still embarrassing.” “There’s nothing embarrassing about you having a good time.” He assured you, reaching for your hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“I know but it still just is.” 

“Well I want you to know I personally enjoyed it.” He said, with a gentle smile and shrug. “I like knowing you’re enjoying yourself, and me.” You couldn’t help squirm under his reassuring gaze.  “So are you done feeling embarrassed by something that you shouldn’t be feeling embarrassed about.” You took his words in, And honestly? You did feel less embarrassed. “Yeah I do.” He feverishly began to plant kisses against your neck. “You know I love you right?” He asked you. “I do.” “And I don’t want you feeling embarrassed for dumb shit okay?” You nodded. “So can we go again?” He asked you. “And can I make you squirt again because, personally I found it hot as fuck.” With that you chuckled. “Yeah sure.”

 And with that he took you back in.

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[cuddlyeren]

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ hamzah finds out whats bothering you so much

warnings ; issues with looks

a/n ; this is my first ever fic wont be the best but oh well!!

you crawled into bed silently crying, scrolling through the tiktok comments of the video you just posted with hamzah, you couldnt stop scrolling even though your heart was screaming at you to stop you wipe your tears because of the footsteps you hear and try to control your breathing, "can we please get indian food" hamzah asks stretching the please while he sits on the bed, hamzahs face comes closer to yours, analysing your face he says "have you been crying?" "no why would i be crying" you laugh out of nervousness feeling a lump in your throat, hamzah leaps onto you giving you a bear hug "what a liar, tell me whats wrong" you clear your throat hoping your voice doesnt break while telling him "the tiktok we posted, your fans dont like me alot" hamzah pulls away from the hug "what are they saying?" you look into hamzahs eyes for a sense of comfort "they're just talking about how i look" hamzah grabs his phone and goes straight to your account looking at the comments, he sees dozens of hate comments commenting on your looks, he turns off his phone with a disgusted look on his face "who cares about what they say, i love you and thats all i care about your gorgeous" he says looking into your eyes, he kisses your forehead, you give a fat smile his way as you throw your hands over him hugging him "i love you" you whisper

a/n again ; i know i can do better than this but oh well!! short fanfic for my fist ever one, send some reqs pleasee ok bye love u!

[cuddlyeren]

argument with your boyfriend

hamzah's gf realizes how your argument affected him while watching mandy's latest vlog

a.n : sfw, y/n is hamzah's gf, argument, crying, idea from @freak4hamzah and @fragileporcelaine <33

you just finished your exhausting day at work and come home to what seems like an empty home.

"hamzah! hamzah?" you shout, making your way around your shared house.

your boyfriend doesn't reply wich makes you understand he's probably at martin's filming their weekly podcast episode.

as soon as you open your bedroom door, you get changed, putting on your comfiest pyjama, which is just brandy melville shorts with an oversized shirt you take from hamzah's wardrobe.

you lay down on your bed, and start mindlessly scrolling on tiktok, basically half asleep until you come across an extract from what seems like mandy's latest video you haven't watched yet.

it features a clip of your boyfriend but not in his usual goofy self. he's staring at his phone, looking annoyed. "ok, that's a little weird" you think to yourself.

you check the comments, which are all speculating about what he's doing on his phone that's making him so cold.

you're confused too, and decide to watch mandy's vlog, which hamzah actually suggested you don't,

"it's boring don't bother" he nonchalantly told you earlier that day.

but you click on the video anyway and start watching attentively.

while all of the other guests seem to have fun, your other half sits alone, looking off and barely making any effort to socialise with the rest.

even here, the comments are almost all mentioning hamzah's attitude, so different from the funny self he normally displays.

you skip most of the scenes so you can focus on your boyfriend's. in one scene, claire and mandy are happily baking cookies, while in the background, hamzah can be seen talking on the phone, looking mad.

he's walking in circles, and on his phone, you recognize a familiar face.

yours.

mandy's editor blurred it enough for her followers not to be suspicious but not enough that you can't recognise the photo of you holding red in your arms.

"oh shit" you exclaim loudly, as if you're sherlock holmes solving one of his cases. you remember what happened on that day, it had been a week ago already so you didn't think about it.

but on that day, you were particularly angry.

you had a date planned with him for a while, and it had been a long day at work. so when you came home, ecstatic for the thing you had been thinking about all day long, and saw absolutely no one, you felt a little annoyed.

"maybe he's late?" you thought to yourself, trying to convince yourself as if the date wasn't planned in like 10 minutes.

you then waited on the couch in your dark blue silky dress for way too long, checking your phone every few seconds.

but no notifications, except for the one from your restaurant's reservation which just made you angrier.

you called hamzah, ready to get into an argument, getting angrier for every second he wasn't answering. as soon as he picked up, you basically screamed, asking him where he is. he replied a little too nonchalantly for your liking and told you about mandy's.

this did not help you get any calmer, and you gradually got more annoyed, feeling like he wasn't even listening to you.

after a while, he told you to check the insta group you shared with mandy, chase, claire, martin, and hamzah. there you read a text about the meet-up, which you had liked. you were left extremely embarrassed, realising that you did see the message a few days but just totally forgot.

you couldn't feel worse, and profusely apologised to him.

now, seeing the video, you couldn't help but feel like such a bad girlfriend. throughout the whole video, he looked off, mad at first and sad in the end, even hours after your call.

you started sobbing, feeling devastated that you ruined what was supposed to be such a joyful event. and the way he hadn't even complained? you just felt awful.

your crying got interrupted by the sound of the main door opening.

soon enough, your boyfriend made his way to the bedroom where you were crying. he rushed to hug you, not even questioning your motive.

after minutes of staying in his embrace, he looked down to see your phone paused on the video. he sighed, taking a sad look while you tried to ignore his stare.

you explain yourself to him, your face still wet from the tears.

while you apologize for ruining what was supposed to be a fun time with friends that he doesn't even see that often, he wipes your tears with the back of his hands, nodding to your sayings.

after all your apologising, he apologises too, admitting he should've sent you a text to remind you.

as soon as you both get the explanation you need, you decide to go get ice cream, getting all dressed up, you in your blue dress, and him in his suit.

ending is lowkey bad, but i really didn't know how to end it, hope u liked it anw, don't hesitate to give me feedbacks💗

[cuddlyeren]

DECORATED

hamzah gets distracted while you two are putting lights on the christmas tree.

your fingers fumble with the large ball of christmas lights you’re attempting to string along the branches of the first christmas tree you and your boyfriend bought as a couple, in your shared apartment.

attempting to hold your balance while untangling the cord of the lights - you get distracted, swaying slightly and causing your legs to instinctively tighten around hamzah’s head to avoid toppling off of his tall frame.

“you got it, sweetheart?” he asks from below you, his fingers squeezing your thighs a little bit tighter, trying to make sure you stay in place.

“not really,” you grumble. “they’re all knotted up.”

“here,” hamzah’s hands slide up to your hips, making you gasp as he suddenly, effortlessly picks you up off his shoulders.

being careful to not bump your head against the ceiling, he lowers you back onto the floor in front of him. “let me help.” he offers, holding out his hands for you to place the intertwined lights in.

you hand over the lights, and you both spend a while sat on the couch, attempting to get them all untangled. you two manage to at least get a few feet undone, and you plug the loose end into the wall, the tiny bulbs glowing as hamzah continues to intricately undo each knot.

several more minutes pass, and you’re now laid across the couch with your head in hamzah’s lap, the soft glow of the lights casting over your face while you stare up at his hands working away at the tangles.

“here, lemme see.” you murmur, sitting up and grabbing the hold of the cord that’s nearly all straightened out. your fingers pull apart the last few knots for him as he cracks his knuckles, his hands tired and achy from spending much more time on tedious task than you did.

“all done?” hamzah questions, his voice low in your ear as he watches you finish off the untangling.

“mhm,” you hum, leaning your head on hamzah's shoulder, his hand coming to rest on your thigh that's pressed up against his own as you sit beside him. you hold up the lights proudly, as if hamzah didn’t just do most of the job for you.

but he doesn’t care about having done the work - something's caught his eye.

his gaze is fixed on the way the decorations illuminate your skin in a gentle radiance.

and something else really sparks his imagination; the way the cord is slightly draped across your wrists as you grasp the string of lights between your fingers.

“can you help me put them on now?” you ask, tilting your head up towards his to cast an eager glance at him.

"uh-" he coughs, eyes widening. "what?" he quickly blurts.

"the tree..?" you clarify, your brows quirking in confusion as you vaguely gesture over to the corner where the tree stands.

“oh, right..” hamzah says absentmindedly, slightly shaking his head as his eyes flick between your face and the lights in your hands. "the tree, yeah."

you recognize that distracted tone of voice - there’s something on his mind.

"what's wrong?" you ask, your eyes searching his face, seeing if you can pick out a distinct emotion.

"there's just.." he mutters, sneakily sliding his arm behind your back and around your waist. “there’s somethin’ i wanna do first, mkay?”

before you can question him, he’s scooping you up, maneuvering your position with zero struggle as he lays you down across the couch.

“baby,” you say cautiously. your eyes meet his as he hovers above you, the expression he wears suddenly doing nothing to hide the dirty thoughts his mind is conjuring up. “what’re you thinking about, hm?”

he dips his head down, his lips skating across your neck as his hands wander across the fabric of your pajama top - a red plaid button up that’s part of a matching couple’s pajama set that you purchased for the two of you. you’d left nearly half of the buttons undone, showing off your bra that had the same pattern.

hamzah claims to think it’s corny, but you know he secretly loves all the holiday traditions you want to experience with him, hence the decorating of the christmas tree in the first place.

“i’m thinking about..” his voice is whispery against your skin. “how pretty these lights're gonna look.”

a breathless, confused laugh escapes your lips as he presses sloppy kisses against your collarbone, his fingers fumbling to undo your shirt fully, helping you shrug it off your body and discard it onto the floor.

“on the tree, you mean?” you question, glancing behind you at the fir tree that’s barren of any decoration so far. “i mean, yeah, but..” you trail off, still unsure of his motives as he partially undresses your body and leaves you in your plaid bra.

“no, angel.” he says, subtly taking the strand of lights out of your grasp, making you realize you forgot you were even holding them. “they’re gonna look pretty on you.” he says.

your lips part in silent shock as hamzah suddenly flips you over, your knees tucked into your stomach as his hands quickly grab your wrists and pull them behind your back.

“hamzah..” you whine as he begins to tie your hands together with the cord, your face now smushed against armrest of the couch.

you’re stunned by how fast he was able to get you in this position - compared to the slow pace he held while lazily untangling the ball of lights just moments ago.

you strain your neck, managing to catch a glimpse of his face as it darkens with lust at the mere sight of you tied up before him, struggling against the restraint as he elaborately secures a knot in the lights.

“mm,” he hums, admiring his handiwork as you squirm beneath him. “i was right.” he coos, hooking his finger into the waistband of your pajama pants. “you do look pretty like this, like you’re decorated just for me.”

the way he’s speaking, the fervor with which his eyes drink you in - it’s already making you soaked.

this was uncharted territory for you two. neither of you have ever been restrained like this during sex, you always had your hands all over each other, trying to feel as much as you could.

but you’d be deprived of that this time.

the idea excites you.

“tell me, sweetheart,” he leans down, lips brushing your shoulder. “tell me it’s a bad idea. tell me you don’t want me to fuck you, tied up like this.”

you only whimper in response, your mind doesn’t seem to have the capacity to form a sufficient sentence due to the fact that hamzah's already starting to slide your pants down.

“poor thing.” he murmurs, chuckling darkly. “maybe i should just check and see how wet you are right now, yeah?” he quips, pressing a kiss to your back as he tugs off your bottoms for you, leaving you in your panties.

he reaches down, his touch feather-light as he drags his fingers across the damp spot that’s formed on the thin fabric of your underwear, making you gasp.

“dirty girl..” he says, finding your clothed clit and circling it with the tip of his finger. “you like this, don’t you?”

you feverishly nod against the surface of the couch, your cheeks flushing a deep red as you arch your back for him, slightly parting your legs for him.

"so responsive." he mutters, softly caressing the smooth skin of your ass while continuing to slowly rub you through your panties. "but you gotta tell me what you want, baby. or else i'm gonna leave you here, all helpless." his voice is sultry and teasing as he threatens you.

obviously, you comply, your voice quivering as you voice your needs. "please," you choke out, your chest already heaving with shallow breaths due to the intense anticipation you feel.

"not enough." he growls. "look at you, so impatient. getting all worked up, and i've barely touched you."

"baby.." you cry out softly. "please fuck me, please, i really really wanna feel you," the words are so desperate, so unfamiliar.

you've never had to beg like this before, hamzah usually just knows exactly what you want, and doesn't hesitate to give it to you.

"mhmmm," he hums in satisfaction, only waiting a few seconds before he's practically ripping your panties off, tugging his own pajama pants and boxers down, his erection springing free.

immediately, you try and shove your hips back, needing some sort of friction to relieve the suffocating soreness in your core.

hamzah lands a harsh smack on your ass, forcing a moan out of you as a stinging sensation erupts across your skin. "you really want it bad, huh?" he says, teasing you by rubbing his tip up and down your soaking folds, making you gasp. "didn't know you'd like it this much.." he murmurs wickedly.

"need you," you whine. "please."

suddenly feeling his tip pause at your entrance, you get curious and try to look back at him.

the moment your eyes meet, he shoves his length inside your tight cunt, bottoming out in a single thrust and making you squeeze your eyes shut in pure ecstasy.

"oh, fuck!" you exclaim, jaw falling slack as hamzah starts pounding into you at a merciless pace.

one of his large hands holds onto your hip, bouncing you against him while the other takes hold of the christmas lights that still bind your wrists together. he tugs at them, pulling your arms backward and making you arch your back even further, allowing him to hit a deeper spot within you.

"shiiitt.." he groans, admiring your scrunched up face and relishing in the feeling of your walls hugging his cock, practically sucking him in. "squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, angel. feels so good."

your fingers are reaching out, silently begging for a chance to touch hamzah - the action hardly going unnoticed by his gaze.

"so needy." he states, leaning down to kiss your lower back as his hips continue slamming into you, his cockhead bumping against your g-spot over and over.

"lemme- mmph, lemme outta this, hamzah!" you whine weakly, your hands scrambling to find purchase but the only thing you can grab onto is the strand of lights itself.

he lets out another low chuckle, snaking his hand up to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back and making you spew out unintelligible jumbled sentences mixed with gasps and moans.

"already asking me to untie you?" he says harshly. "at least look at me while you beg, you poor girl."

forcing your eyes open after they've been wired shut this whole time, you stare back at him - seeing the way his pupils are completely dilated, his forehead shining with a thin layer of sweat, a few stray curls sticking to his skin - it all drives you even crazier, the pressure that's been building in your tummy becoming even more intense.

"atta girl," he growls, gazing down at you. "listen, baby. i'll- god, i'll let you go when you cum for me, yeah? ruin yourself on my fucking cock, and you'll get what you want."

he continues doing most of the work for you, trying to pull an orgasm out of you as fast as he can. mindless whimpers and broken obscenities tumble from your lips, the knot in your stomach feeling tighter and tighter - you know you're gonna lose control soon, if he keeps up this unforgiving rhythm.

"c'mon," he exhales, licking his lips as his eyes fixate on the lewd sight of his length disappearing inside you. "make a mess on my dick, sweetheart."

driven by the brink of your climax, you start pushing your hips back to meet his, fucking yourself on your cock until your self control is completely gone.

"hamzah!" you cry out. "ngh, fuck- i'm gonna.. gonna cum.."

"thaaat's it," hamzah moans, feeling your walls close in on his dick. "let it out, babe."

complete euphoria crashes over your body like a tidal wave, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. your voice, emitting moans - that are more like screams - is muffled by the surface of the couch as hamzah fucks you through your high. he lets up on the rough pace a little bit, not wanting to overwhelm your sensitive pussy.

your mind is clouded with pleasure as your legs tremble and you completely unravel underneath hamzah. you hear him uttering praises, telling you how pretty you are, how perfect you are for him.

and, as you come back down to earth, you feel the restraint lifted from your wrists as hamzah undoes the tight knot in the cord.

"jesus, baby.." he murmurs, rubbing your wrists soothingly, feeling the deep indents that the tight string made in your skin. "what a good girl, took me so fuckin' well."

hamzah pulls out of you as you try and regain composure. when you're catching your breath and using your arms to stabilize yourself against the couch - you're suddenly getting flipped over onto your back, your gaze snapping up to hamzah kneeling over you.

"wanna see my angel's pretty face when i cum," he groans, stroking himself a couple times before his dick twitches and he's suddenly throwing his head back, panting and groaning while his seed spills out onto your lower stomach.

you bite your lip, admiring him as he experiences his own high. "fuck.." you whisper, making his gaze fall upon you, his eyes half-lidded. he suddenly reaches down, dragging his thumb across the soft skin of your belly. he collects his own release on his fingerprint before placing his thumb on your lips, probing your mouth open.

you accept, eagerly taking his thumb between your lips. his jaw falls slack as he watches you taste his cum, swirling your tongue against his thumbprint to clean him off.

once you've both recovered, he tucks himself back into his pajama pants and collapses against the couch.

"so," he murmurs breathlessly, casting a glance over to your weak frame, sprawled out across the cushions. "how 'bout that tree, hm?"

you laugh, kicking him in the leg playfully. "it can fucking wait," you say, reaching down to the floor to grab a strand of garland that was lying out with the other miscellaneous christmas decor you bought. "it's my turn to decorate you."

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a/n : heard the hamzah tag was in need of something.. so i decided to write this for my first post !!! tis the season

xo giulia

[cuddlyeren]

homesick — hamzahthefantastic

contains: fluff!!!!! also talks abt feeling anxious and stressed bc i am feeling anxious and stressed lol

summary: after a week long work trip, all you desire is the comfort of your boyfriend.

a/n: short n sweet fic but i might be working on a longer halloween themed one…maybe…heheheh..

you walk off the airplane. you’re exhausted from the busy week you spent working in los angeles.

as much as you loved that city, you were eager to leave it.

when you moved to toronto two years ago, you were nervous. you knew absolutely no one.

but you made great friends. and even got a boyfriend, hamzah.

you two met when you moved into his apartment building. you exchanged glances in the hallways and made small talk in the elevator until you eventually grew closer.

now you two had been together for over a year and moved into an apartment together.

he made toronto feel like home. and god you were homesick.

you walk out of the airport, instantly met by the crisp autumn air. you scan your eyes around, finding hamzah’s honda civic parked right where he promised. hamzah leans against the car, swiping away on his phone.

you approach the car eagerly. the second hamzah sees you, he rushes to grab your suitcase, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“hi beautiful, how was the flight?” he asks as he fits your bags into the trunk of the car.

“it was okay. i couldn’t really sleep. the woman next to me literally had her shoes and socks off- it was all i could focus on.”

a look of disgust washes over his face, “dogs fully out on the plane is crazy.” he laughs.

you two talk for the rest of the ride back home, giving each other a recap on your week apart.

once you arrive home, hamzah carries your bags up to the apartment. you unlock your front door, holding it open for him. he drops them to the floor and instantly, his hands go to your waist.

he snakes his arms around your back, lifting you up in the process. your arms wrap around the top of his shoulders.

your head fits in the crook of his neck like matching puzzle pieces. and the warmth of his skin on your face brings you an immense sense of relief.

all week you’ve been repressing your emotions. there’s been so much going on in your life- drama from family and work. you’ve just been too busy to address any of it.

but now, safe in your boyfriend’s arms, you felt all your emotions began to resurface.

you sigh into his embrace, feeling tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes.

“you okay?” he questions. his voice is soft and his tone is gentle.

that simple question makes you fall apart. you can’t help but cry on his shoulder.

“i missed you so bad.” you let out through your cries.

he sets you down on the ground, bringing his hands to your face and using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears from your eyes. his brows knit together worriedly.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“just stressed with, everything.” you explain, “feels like i haven’t got a break lately.”

he walks you over to the couch in your living room. he grabs your waist, placing you on his lap.

“you can talk to me about it.” he says, running his hand up and down your back soothingly.

you nod and lay your head on his shoulder once again.

“everything feels so difficult- and i’ve been feeling so anxious all the time and i don’t know how to stop it.” you explain, worried that your emotional rambling made no sense.

hamzah wasn’t sure how he should respond. he was so nervous he might say the wrong thing.

“is there anything i can do?” he asks, sweeping your hair behind your ear with his fingers.

you shake your head, “this is good.” you lean closer into him.

he maneuvers the both of you so that you’re now laying down on the couch. lying there face to face with arms wrapped around one another.

“i wish i could make it all go away.” he whispers.

his voice is so genuine it makes you want to cry even more. you never thought you’d find someone that truly cared about your feelings.

“you make it better.” you smile softly. “it was just hard being away from home.”

he rubs your back lovingly.

he loves that you feel at home in toronto now. he remembered the way you used say you felt out of place in the city.

“i’m sorry you had a hard time on your trip, angel.”

“s’okay.” you reply.

“feels good to have you home.” he says, kissing the top of your forehead. “i was losing my mind over here- had me talking to the cats.”

you laugh at the image of him ranting to red and blue.

“you wanna order food and watch a movie?” he asks softly- knowing just how much comfort you find in a movie night.

“yeah.” you smile.

he releases one arm from his hold on you, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. you start to pull away from his embrace to give him space to order the food.

“no no! c’mere.” he demands, hooking his arm back around you and holding his phone in his hands behind you. he continues to type away on his phone with you in between his arms.

you giggle at this. you absolutely loved when hamzah was clingy with you.

“thai food?” he questions.

“mhm, you know me so well.”

you two spend the rest of your night eating too much food on your couch while watching all of your favorite rom-coms.

hamzah makes an effort to make you laugh all night, cracking numerous jokes during each movie and pretend snoring during the less exciting scenes.

your boyfriend doing everything he could to cheer you up meant the absolute world to you. you were so so happy to be home.

a/n: feeling like this is so so cringe but i think that about everything i write lol but i wrote this quick and did not proofread so sorry lol k bye muah

[cuddlyeren]

the drive-in — hamzahthefantastic

summary: after being just friends for a while, one night at a drive-in theater changes everything.

contains: smoking, making out

a/n: i haven’t written anything in literally two years but the hamzah edits have brought me back to writing fan fiction…. also i did not proofread sorry…im lazy!

after bringing down all the seats in hamzah’s car and spreading several throw blankets around, the two of you laid comfortably in the back. you had convinced him to take you to the drive-in to see the newest addition to the “x” trilogy- “maxxxine”, promising that you’d help him edit his next youtube video.

as the movie begins, you two settle underneath a large blanket, laying just a foot apart. hamzah pulls out the small weed pen that always seemed to be in his pocket. without saying a word, he instinctually hands you the pen and turns to look at you. he’d always enjoyed watching as you’d bring the small device to your lips and gently blow out the smoke. in the past, he’d told you that he liked to watch you smoke because the way you coughed after each hit was funny.

the reality was that he just found you so fucking pretty. he couldn’t help but stare at the way your soft lips pursed together and your cheeks hollowed out when you sucked from the pen. and he absolutely loved the big smile you’d give him while trying to contain your cough.

“god this thing is so burnt”, you chuckle, handing it back to him.

“i know, i’m gonna get a new one tomorrow so we can finish this one tonight.” hamzah explained before taking a hit. you admired him as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back before releasing the smoke from his mouth. god he was so hot. you’d always found him attractive and smoking made those thoughts in your head grow louder.

after passing the pen back and forth for a while, you two could no longer focus on the thriller movie playing in front of you- the weed making you both so giggly and talkative.

“bro remember when you fell at the fair,” hamzah says, out of breath from laughing at the memory.

“stop, that was so bad! i literally still have a scar from that, look!” you lift your forearm to his eye level, revealing a small, red scar near your elbow.

his fingers trace the small scar. “you only had half a white claw and it had you falling over”, he laughs.

“shut up- i tripped on your big ass foot and you know it.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever- hey what’s even going on right now?” he gestures to the movie.

“i have no clue.” your reply, sending you both into a laughing fit. as your laughter begins to fade, you turn to look back at hamzah. the moment you two make eye contact, his smile fades. he stares and stares and stares. leaving you in a confusing, unnerving silence.

“uh- well even though we’re not even watching the movie, thank you for doing this with me.” you break the silence, giving him a small smile. “i’ve had a pretty shitty week, so i needed this.”

“yeah me too.” his voice is soft, quieter than before. “i always feel better when i’m around you.”

you smile. you weren’t used to hamzah saying sweet things like that- you two were always so unserious when talking.

“i- uh i’ve always liked being around you and talking with you,” he looked around nervously. “and i always thought we’d be just friends but y/n, i like you. i like you- not just in a friend way.” he admitted- the weed making him feel a little bolder than usual.

you giggle, “thank god because i’ve had the most embarrassing crush on you for so long.”

hamzah’s eyes light up, “and you never said anything?” he laughs.

“no, i was scared you didn’t like me like that!”

he smiles widely, “i like you like that.” he reassures.

you start retelling the story about when you guys first met, revealing that you had liked him ever since then. his eyes are locked on yours- occasionally glancing down at your lips. as you’re talking, his hand finds its way to yours- gently laying on top of it. it lingers there for a few seconds before tracing up your arm. his cold fingertips drag along your forearm, all the way up to your shoulder, and to the side of your neck. eventually, he places his hand on your cheek. he rubs his thumb back and forth as you continue talking, but you soon go quiet. his touch causing you to lose your train of thought.

you stare into his big brown eyes- smiling at what a sweet moment this was.

“y/n, can i kiss you?” hamzah said softly. a light nervous chuckle echoed at the end. you nodded quickly, looking up at him through glossy eyes.

he wasted no time connecting his lips with yours. his hands cradled your face as he kissed you softly.

the kiss was innocent. slow and sweet. but as you grew comfortable, it became apparent that there was a certain hunger within both of you.

his hands move from your face down to your waist. he pulls you in closer, pressing your bodies together.

you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth effortlessly. his hands grab ahold of your hips before shifting your bodies so he could hover on top of you.

the kisses get messier and messier. he pulls away, planting a kiss on your jaw.

“been..waiting..for this..for s’ long.” he says between the kisses he’s leaving along the side of your neck.

you hum as he continues kissing down to your collarbone. you grip onto his biceps as his fingers slide under the thin straps of your tank top.

just before he can continue, a loud scream erupts from the screen. being brought back to reality, the two of you stop. the thought of you two hooking up at a drive-in move like teenagers makes the both of you laugh.

he lays down aside you once again, draping his arm over your shoulder. “we’ll continue this later- without the sounds of people getting murdered in the background y’know.”

“yeah i’d like that”, you smile. “but take me out to dinner first.” you tease.

“oouu,” he chuckles at your comment. “we’ll go wherever you want.” he states before planting a kiss to your temple and turning his attention to the movie.

a/n- i feel like this is so bad and cringe and kinda short.…i just may never write again….jk…but seriously don’t judge i haven’t written in forever jus wanted to write something for funsies

let me know if u guys want more k bye muah

[cuddlyeren]

⭒ blurb : stream hype

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! just a lil blurb where yn gives hamzah and viewers a try on haul during a stream

mickey speaks: ok i did smthg different than the tiktoks for this one but i love writing these & im glad u love them too 😭💗 i need hamzah as my boyfriend like NOWWW

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hamzah’s streaming in the corner of your shared bedroom when you get home from a day out with your girlfriends

he can hear you make your way through the house before you peek your head into the room with a smile, “hi, i’m home!”

he’s immediately grinning at the sight of you, “heyyy, look who’s back” and motions you to come closer with his hand

he’s not shocked at alllll when you have handfuls of shopping bags with you when you open the door fully

you place them on your bed with a large sigh before coming closer to greet hamzah

he remains seated as you hug; his face tucked into your lower stomach and loving arms wrapped around your hips as you play with the bits of hair peeking from his beanie

he whispers “i missed you” hoping the stream doesn’t catch it since he’s further away from the mic

they totally hear that shit and the chat is flooded with remarks about how cute the two of you are

he pulls away and looks up at you as you talk, “missed you more...do you need me to grab you anything? i’ll probably go watch something and give you a haul whenever you’re done here.”

“no, im good. i won't be on for too much longer”

"m'kay," you nod your head and make sure to greet the viewers before you exit, bending down so you’re in frame and showing off your lovely smile and energy (that hamzah admires in the monitor) “hiiii and byeeee!” you wave and blow a kiss. hamzah’s smile never fades as he watches you.

as soon as you’re gone hamzah reads over the chat, which is full of people begging for you to come back, “seriously??? am i not enough for you guys?”

after a while he gives in and pulls out his phone to call you, showing the camera his screen with your name and photo on it, before putting it on speaker for them to hear

“hi, are you okay?” your smooth voice comes through the scratchy phone audio

“yes, but the people are not. they want you to hang out in here” he smiles and bites his lip in anticipation of your response

“are you lying?”

his face screws up, “why would i lie??”

“well why’d you call instead of yelling for me?? im just in the other room,” you giggle

“because this is fun-er.”

“okay, im coming”

“YOURE WHAT?!”

you hang up and hamzah laughs

★

you have a chair pulled up next to hamzah as you both sit and interact with the chat for a bit

you tell them multiple stories about your shopping trip and he suggests you give everyone a haul

you waste no time getting up to grab your bags from the bed and bring them over to his set up

as you go through and unfold various tops, bottoms, and dresses he adds plenty of commentary and “lemme see”s while holding them in front of his face

“this thing is not gonna cover your ass, are we serious???” he holds up a mini skirt with a laugh

and you grab it from him with a playful shake of your head, “i was gonna wear it for my other boyfriend anyway”

hamzah just stares at you with a smirk until you look back over to him, “what?!” you giggle.

“don’t play with me, girl” he smiles and leans back in his chair, “go ahead and show them the rest”

when you get to a particular dress you just about squeal, “h, you’re gonna looovvveee this one! i almost sent you a pic in the dressing room it’s so perfect.”

“show me, show me!” his eyes are wide now and his mouth spreads into a grin.

you reveal a soft, coconut white dress with leafy ruffles tied into roses (me when my describing skills shut down bc what does this even mean bruh)

“oh wow…” he looks from your glowy face to the dress held beside you and back. “can i see it on you?”

you nod your head, “yeah i took pics at the store,” you go to grab your phone.

he kisses his teeth, “now why would i wanna see some pics when i have you right here??”

you look up at him from your phone and begin to laugh under your breath. you look over to the monitor and your face gives away the joke you’re thinking of, “uh huh, okay. look someone said ‘the sassy man apocalypse has gone too far’” you point to the screen

hamzah looks for a second and then adds to the joke himself, “oh em gee, they’re saying ‘girl go put on that damn dress we wanna see already, with the rolling eye emoji!!!’” he covers his mouth as if he’s shocked, “are you really gonna take that bae??”

you try not to laugh at the pet name he uses, “hamzah whyd someone just say ‘take that fuck ass beanie off your head before you speak on a bad bitch, lil boy’?” you act just as shocked as him, “they’re some haters for real…”

hamzah deadpans and gives a side eye to the camera

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“okay you can look now” you tell him and he slowly uncovers his eyes.

he immediately pretends to faint at the sight of you in the material that hugs you so perfectly

“oh fuck, my heart- it’s giving out, everything hurts. i can’t- breathe-!” he gives out a breathy monologue and you laugh at him before moving further away from the camera to give the viewers a better view

you turn around and ask them what they think all while hanzah fakes his death nearby

you eventually find a spot across his lap and tap his cheek telling him to be normal

“my bad my bad, i need to lock in.” he exaggerates a shake of his head

“you like it though?”

“of course i like it, look at you!!!!” he points at the both of you in the monitor

“good, i think ill wear it when we go to curaçao”

“that’ll be perfect- can you get up and do another twirl for me please? i missed it”

you pout but when he squeezes your thigh you get up and does as he asks

“guys isn’t she the prettiest??” he gushes

you blush in the form of a large smile and bend down away from him to grab another item to show off, to which he jokingly makes various sexual gestures and faces at your ass that is left pointed towards him

when you turn back around hamzah pretends to adjust a watch, which is actually just him hovering awkwardly over his wrist

[cuddlyeren]

Yall can’t convince me Hamzah doesn’t have a breeding kink, him saying “ yes i will impregnate them “ when aaron asked if he ever finds someone he’s in love with. Like??? Sir.

someone pls provide clips… also yes he most definitely has one bc what? 😆

[cuddlyeren]

hamzah goes bald

hamzah shaves his head and doesnt tell his partner | hamzah x reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: pre-established relationship, new relationship, autistic!reader prolly, gn!reader, allusions to sex

“Hamzah…”

He walks through the door and time freezes. Initially, you were excited to see him. He had been gone all day, and you just wanted to spend time snuggling with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, you couldn’t care less about your plans at this current moment. Hamzah was bald. Your sweet, doe-eyed boy is so, so, bald.

He told you he was doing his first YouTube live stream with Martin, then filming the podcast, and that was it. None of this hairless nonsense. You stared at him, just taking in the sight. Of course, he’s still as handsome as he always is, but this was a shock. You already miss his beautiful curls.

He’s got a cheeky smile on face as he carefully watches your reaction, “What do you think?” he asks lightly. To him this is just a silly prank, though, there is a piece of him that’s scared you won’t like it. A smaller, more irrational piece is scared you’ll break up with him over this. He knows how much you like him, but he also knows how much you loved his hair.

You approach him apprehensively, trying to get a better look at him. “Baby…” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders, “…Why?” you question simply. You’re trying not to be too harsh. You know how sensitive he can be, and you never want to be the one who stokes an insecurity. You wanted a warning, and maybe a day to commit the memory of all the things you’d be missing.

His smile drops slightly, “You hate it?” he urges for your opinion again. You haven’t actually answered the question outright, but he’s getting the impression that this might be an issue. Your hands reach up to his buzzed head, feeling all around the stubble there. It makes him giggle, which makes you giggle.

“of course I don’t hate it, sweetheart,” you finally answer with a smile on your face. “I just wish you would’ve warned me…” you continue sadly, thoughtfully rubbing the top of his newly shined cranium. He pouts but relaxes into the weight of your hand on his head. He leans down to press kisses to your face, pulling you close to his body to prevent your escape. Laughing and squirming, you wrap your arms around his neck in an oxymoronic attempt to both get away and get closer. He sighs, his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder, tightening his arms around you in the process.

You feel him before you hear him, “…I’m sorry,” he quietly apologizes into your skin. You’re a bit taken aback, and your heart clenches. One hand moves to rub his shoulders, the other to the base of his head to pet him gently. You hadn’t expected him to take your reaction so personally and you feel just awful. Pulling him out of your neck, now made much harder without the built in handle, you kiss him sweetly on his lips. As you pull away, you pepper in a couple more on his cheeks and nose. His face scrunches up in embarrassment, but he says nothing and basks in the attention.

You silently untangle your bodies and begin leading him towards the couch. As you sit down, he gets comfortable next to you. He curls up facing you in a pathetic little ball with his stupid head on your lap. He gives you cute aggression more than anything else. His body instantly relaxes as your fingers come up to massage his easily accessible scalp. It makes you sulk, remembering playing with his curls just this morning. “I’m not mad at you, I just wanna know why you didn’t tell me before it happened,” you prompt, again looking for his reasoning. You liked to be in the loop about things. You wouldn’t have told him not to do it, you just wanted to know what was happening. Though, this statement confuses him more than anything.

He sits up slightly and turns to face you, still somewhat laying down with a hand on the other side of your legs to prop himself up. You feel boxed in, but in a sexy way. He’s looking at you so intensely its reminding you of the other things his hair was utilized for. You are definitely reading this situation wrong, focus please.

“I thought you watched the stream?” he inquired, and now you feel like an asshole. Sitting here getting horny when you in fact, did not watch the stream. You planned to, you really did, but the day got away from you and by the time you looked at the clock again, Hamzah was home. He can see the inner turmoil and guilt shifting your face, and he immediately knows what happened. This kind of thing is not new for you, but he knows how bad you feel every time it happens.

“no baby I’m so sorry it completely slipped my mind I knew it was today but I don’t know what happened I just…” you ramble anxiously, interrupted by a heavy hand placed on your back and soothing pets. Tensions were already high with this whole debacle, and you knew how much this live stream meant to him. It wasn’t the most important thing in the world, but it was deeply important to you to support your lover, always. That, on top of the fact that you were so sure he was going to have lasting self esteem issues because of your reaction to a haircut was contributing to your inadvertent spiral.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” he reassures with a slight waiver of a laugh in his voice. He found it so thoughtful how much you genuinely cared about his feelings. “I wanted you to watch it because that’s when Martin shaved my head, and I thought it might help you get used to it faster, y’know seeing it sooner. It was supposed to be a prank, kinda. I think,” he explains, trailing off near the end as he tries to recall what the point of this whole thing was. It makes you bubble with a chuckle and it pauses his train of thought, watching you laugh with a smile. He joins in your laughter when he remembers, “I should’ve figured you didn’t see it, you didn’t call me immediately,” he finishes, and this causes you to laugh harder.

The absurdity of the situation is not lost on you, and you can’t even begin to understand his train of thought. The idea of him and Martin, sitting around and trying to come up with ideas, and finally landing on bald. The TikTok audio that no doubt influenced this choice. It was so stupid, and so them. “that’s such a bad prank,” you sigh, finally overcoming the laughter. “you’re lucky you’re so cute,” you say as you lean back into the couch to get another good look at him. He stares back at you, an unreadable expression that you hope is the same love you feel for him.

“so, you like it, yes or no?” he asks over again, wanting to both tease you and get a solid answer. Hamzah deeply values your opinion and wants to know exactly what you’re thinking. You hold in another laugh at his pestering, not the time.

“Yes, I like it,” you respond definitively, giving a sure nod to punctuate the sentence. “I like that I can see more of your face,” you say to assure your point. Any excuse to look at him was a good one, and you were looking. He grins and leans in for a quick and tender kiss, which you accept, of course. But you can’t let your gripes go unheard, least they feaster.

“I am going to miss tugging on it though,” you conclude, giving a theatric sigh and a dainty hand thrown over your face in despair. The drama was only a little real, playing up your feelings for a bit. It works and he snorts, hanging his head to giggle. He recovers as you peak your eyes open, pulling you down the couch to hover over you. His lips meet yours again as his hands find their place on your hips, not taking long to begin to wander up and down your sides. He moves his kisses down to your neck, spreading to your collar bones and bringing the heat with it. His hands never stop, seeking out any bare flesh for him to memorize with his fingertips, dancing and dipping between different layers of clothes. He pulls away just enough to give you one more searing kiss, resting his forehead on yours before whispering, “We can make some memories with this cut, yeah?”

a/n; this is the first thing ive written in a long while so be gentle with me. likes and reblogs deeply appreciated <3

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HAMZAH FRICKING THE FANTASTIC

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hamzah in mandy’s new yt video ♡

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౨ৎ your camera roll as hamzah’s gf ౨ৎ

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Introduction

This is quite odd but I randomly had the urge to write fanfics right now.

I am currently 21 and I’ve been writing fanfics since 6th grade.

I first started when I was overly obsessed with a skater boy and I decided to write fics on Wattpad; they weren’t successful so I move to Instagram and I had quite an audience. End of my freshman year I was writing bts fics, I think that was my most creative I’ve ever been and a lot of ppl liked my stories.

I’ll be honest I just downloaded this app to read fics but I’ve been in love with Hamzah for a while and I can barely find any good fics and I’m so ANNOYED AND TIRED of writers deleting their stories so I’m commited to writings a few fics until I’m tired.

Im still trying to figure how this app works so my page won’t be aesthetically pleasing as others.

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Your camera roll as Hamzah’s girlfriend! ૮꒰˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა