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just reread pen pal gf omg i miss you and i hope you are well :) ❤️

my sweet anon <3

i swear i miss y’all more,, but this summer is not summer-ing i fear… i am working on a fic though that is VERY long so—hopefully that’ll make up for the HUGE lack of fics (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

the way that fic still gets likes means so much to me. it genuinely helps me get through so much writers-block. reminds me that someone out there is still waiting and loves my work ;;

i appreciate your little note, i’ll make sure to finish up a huge chunk today whenever i can!!

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BF!Hamzah x reader

(A/N): just a little something as an apology for my absence ♡ uni is so draining :( but I hope y’all enjoy this short oneshot [not proofread//wrote this while I was half asleep]

His lips brushed softly against your cheek, arms slipping around your waist as he hugged you from behind. The kiss he gave you was barely there—almost ghostly—but when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you couldn’t bring yourself to protest.

“Hamzah? What’s wrong?”

It wasn’t like your boyfriend avoids affection, but something about his energy felt He wasn’t his usual warm, teasing self—there was a quiet tension in him, like he was carrying something he didn’t know how to put into words. He didn’t respond at first, just breathed in the soft scent of your perfume and pressed a tender kiss to your neck.

“Hey,” you murmured, gently shifting to face him. Your back now rested against the edge of the cupboard, the half-folded clothes forgotten. Your hands moved to cup his face, your fingers brushing along his jaw before you pinched his ear teasingly. “Why the long face?”

He let out a soft sigh and tilted his head, kissing the hand still near his cheek. “I don’t know… I guess I’m just stressed. About a whole lot of nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Okay, not nothing,” he admitted, offering a sheepish smile. “Everything’s just… piling up in my head. Stuff that doesn’t make sense at the moment.” He paused, the smile slowly losing itself on his face.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “we’ll work it out step by step, together.” Your thumb rubbed his cheek. “Or do you need space? Is that why you’re letting me know?” You asked.

“No,” he said quickly, then softer, “No. I… wanna be close to you. I don’t know.”

He leaned in again, slower this time, his lips grazing your jaw. Not rushed, not demanding—just soft and lingering. You felt his hands slide to your hips, holding you there like you grounded him.

He pulled away to look at you, eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes. “This helps. You help.” His voice dropped just enough to make your heart skip. “And you smell good.”

You almost smiled, but the look on his face held you still—focused, unreadable, like he was searching for something in you. And then he kissed you. Deep, slow, and unhurried—like he needed the moment more than he’d admit. Like he was saying everything he couldn’t quite put into words.

You sank into the kiss without thinking, your fingers slipping into his hair as his hand curled around the small of your back, pulling you closer. There was no rush in him—just a quiet urgency, like he was trying to memorize the feel of you, the warmth of your skin beneath his touch.

When he finally pulled back, just a breath away, his forehead rested against yours. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks.

“I don’t say it enough,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “But you drown it all out… you know?”

You swallowed, heart catching in your throat.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I know I’m good.”

“Holy narcissist.” He snarked, his face resting against your shoulder. “Shut up.” You giggled at his comment. Playing with the ends of his hair while he relaxed his mind with your presence.

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i saw u might collab w cherri (hamzahswhispers)... im gonna explode yall will NAWT disappoint 💋

DM-ing that sweetheart right now!!! Super excited >_< ♡

I know for sure SHE won’t disappoint XD

@hamzahswhispers

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i miss you

Anon!! I miss you too <3

This semester has been the death of me!! And I feel horrible for not uploading any fics!! It’s been two months now <//3

Currently working on two different ideas! I guess maybe that’s why I’m taking so long but I just can’t seem to decide which one I want to mainly work on :((

I’m happy to see that someone isn’t forgetting all about me :3 I miss going on here and interacting with everyone… ♡ I hope you’re doing well hehe~

Hopefully something will be out by the end of april, if not—you’re allowed to burn me at the stake!!!!! •O•!!

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hii arab slushy here 😋😋 idk why but id loveeee to read hamzah x arab reader do u know if thats been done anywhere 😞😞

Hey cutieee :3 Eid Mubarak!!! <33 (if u are muslim)

I can’t name ones from the top of my head as of right now (I don't think there's any…to be honest),, BUT this fic on AO3 by the talented Teapartyatdusk,, is inspired by arabic poetry with an “arabian night” AU vibe!! Honestly, one of the best Hamzah writers if not THE best!!!

I’ll attach the fic with this post—I also suggest reading her other fics they’re so so so amazing T-T <33

If anyone also has suggestions; feel free to comment them!! Hope you enjoy anon <33 I’ll make sure to prioritize my arab queens in upcoming fics >_0!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63535876

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imy

:( I miss you too anon <//3

I’m super caught up with some stuff right now so I can’t be active but I promise I’ll get back soon enough <3

I’m glad to see that at least one person misses me hehe :,D

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Who else just crashed out?

I’m in love.

My love… i need a tooth-rotting sweet fluffy hamzah fic… ONE WHERE IM SMOTHERING HIM WITH SMOOCHES >0< !!

(You deserve the biggest smooch tho MWAH)

I THINK WE COULD DO IT IF WE TRIED

Hamzahthefantastic x reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Waking up on the morning after an argument, you and Hamzah talk it out, understanding each other , and reconnecting.

disclaimer: i didn’t really listen to this request… sorry @evilslushy! i get caught up with writing that i forget the end goal.

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Morning light filters through the blinds, as birds chirp outside, and the soft fall of rain patters at window.

Tossing and turning, my mind is misty, representing the weather outside. Flashes of voices, words being ridiculed, and an empty feeling feel in my head, as my thoughts recall the events of last night.

I don’t particularly want to acknowledge last nights mishaps, but i have to. That’s the gift with humans. Remembrance.

Unwillingly, my eyes open to the sounds of the plastic curtains knocking the window, and the foggy grey light floods the room, engulfing me, and who i know to be Hamzah, in it.

I yawn, stretching my arms far above my head as i glance at him, cleaning the room of its mess.

Last night, things had gotten heated. Harsh words were spilt, and items had been scattered. Never in my relationship had i seen Hamzah so enraged, and it was new to me.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes as i stumble out of bed, quickly sliding my slippers on, and making my way to the kitchen, leaving Hamzah behind without a word.

I didn’t mean to be cold towards the man i loved. I just needed to hear those two words escape from his mouth, and to understand that he really meant them. After that, i knew i’d crumble back into his arms, regardless of whether i wanted to or not.

But i would always want to, and i had come to terms with that. I appreciated that. How even through tough times i would always know i had him, and i wasn’t going to lose him.

Begrudgingly, i swung open the cupboards, grabbing the cereal boxes from the top shelf clumsily. Without Hamzah to aid me, it was harder. Another sign i needed him. Another sign i wanted him.

Spilling some of the cereal, i carefully pour two bowls, splashing milk accidentally when plopping the spoons in.

I debated leaving the bowl for Hamzah to find, or giving it to him straight up, but decided on the latter.

Slowly but surely, i made my way to our room, careful not to degrade our hallway as i did our kitchen.

Peeking through the opened door, i saw Hamzah sitting on our bed, motionless. He appeared drained, no colour flushing his cheeks as he lay back against the head frame, his demeanour growing more and more melancholy as i intruded quietly, without him knowing.

At this point i’ve had enough, and can’t take any more of his sorrow, entering the room and placing the bowl on his nightstand. I don’t utter a word, yet i gently fall in place beside him, watching his every movement. The way his chest rises and falls, and how his curls tumble into his eyes.

He seems to have acknowledged my actions, yet doesn’t say a word, making a small sliver of my heart break. I decide that if i want things to get fixed, i’d have to make the first move.

“Hamzah?…” i question warily, unsure of how he’d react.

His eyes flutter open, immediately directed to mine as he nods, as if to tell me to continue.

I sigh, my hands laying idle in my lap, cereal forgotten.

“I just wanted to ask how you were feeling.. about last night” i wince at my words, the argument still fresh in my mind, and a touchy subject.

He tenses slightly, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes depart from mine and to the condensation covered window.

Finally, he speaks, catching me off guard slightly.

“I want to apologise..” he mutters, words trailing off.

How i wish he would look at me, to stare into my eyes and understand everything i was feeling, and every thought rushing through my head.

“I know that things got heated, and i said some…”

“You did.” i reply, colder and sharper than intended. He spoke of things i would never image, calling me all sorts of names for what seemed to be a idiotic reason.

At least he understood he was acting like an ass.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he finally turns to look at me. His eyes pierce mine strikingly, as if he’s seeing my soul, my aura, my spirit when he looks at me.

he awkwardly slides himself over to me, looking at me for approval for his next action.

I would always give in to him, and his sweet, doe like eyes that will always entrance me.

I nod slowly, slightly unsure of whatever he would do next.

He shifts himself downwards, legs hanging off of the bed as he places his head on my stomach, and arms around my waist. I feel the man melt into me, as though we were one.

I don’t do anything, but breathe. I don’t believe that even if i had the chance to do something, that i would.

Seeing him, so idyllic, giving into me.

It was a side of vulnerability that i had yet to encounter.

“mh so sorry..” he muffled into me, and all i can do is nod, my fingers intertwined with his curls.

i sigh, relaxing my body fully as he lay atop me.

“it will be okay hamzah” i whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, a small smile growing across his face.

it will be okay.

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So………..definitely re-editing all of my unreleased fics to make them fit the blondezah timeline… :P

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Currently working on a super long fic,, hence why I’m taking so long to post hehe <33 i miss u guys tho :0

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Can u do kink headcannons for hamzah☺️

Kink Headcanons _ ♡

Hamzah x f!reader

(A/N): MDNI—Proofread. This fic might not be as inclusive as most of my fics when it comes to height sowwy!! I hope you like this anon MWAH!! <3 Sorry for the late response or if it’s short, I didn’t want to make it too long for you </3

Size Kink

Oh. My. God.

He’s geeked if his hand is the size of your face. Or anything remotely similar to that—anything that would show that he’s a ‘giant’ compared to you.

It boosts his confidence (a.k.a boosts his horniness LMFAOOO)

This lowkey ties with manhandling

he’ll pick you up and slam you on the bed (affectionately) or throw you over his shoulder

Him big man. You small portable dumbbell. *claps*

(Bonus if his dick barely fits… that’s his biggest weakness)

Degrading

On him. With a softer delivery.

That’s all I’m going to say.

(Sub!Hamzah I KNOW YOU’RE REAL)

Praising

He loves when you tell him he’s doing a good job :(

He c*ms fast when you do

“Best dick I’ll ever have. Fuck. Keep going.” And he’s gone.

He also likes doing it too lowkey… but most of the time—as I mentioned before—he’s just a noisy boy :3

When he does do it, usually it’s short like: “pretty girl.” Or “just for me.”

His way of praising is kissing you. LOL

Face-Sitting

He likes it when you sit on his face.

Kinda ties with the size kink since he wants to feel your weight on top of him

But also to show you that he, in fact, CAN handle all that (puuurrrr, this is for my wocs!! HEAVY ON Y’ALL)

The biggest reason is cause he loves giving you pleasure (i’m lying he does cause he loves eating pussy LMFAO)

Teasing

He likes teasing you.

Lowkey he teases in a weird way though… like tickling and shit LMFAO

Brush his hand up against your thigh when you’re sitting down

Murmuring against the shell of your ear, his lips brushing against them softly. Sometimes kissing it when you try to pull away giggling.

Rubs his fingers up and down your waist when he has an arm tied around you.

Small things that he knows gets you going.

The face you make after—whether it’s flustered or angry or flirtatious. He eats it UP.

(Lowkey into edging you. But you didn’t hear it from me)

Body worshipping

He loves doing it, but in a teasing way. Like I said.

And the reason why he does it by teasing you is because he gets awkward at times; especially during the beginning of your relationship.

Hamzah’s biggest form of love is kissing, so he’s kissing you up and down to shower you with his TLC

(He likes it when you do it back but he won’t admit it)

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hii!! i <3 ur fics, could u write one abt y/n finding out she's pregnant with her bf (hamzah) 's baby, and she tells him in some cute way and maybe with some fluff/smut?? i just feel like hamzah has such a breeder kink that he would love it😭

When the Time Is Right

Husband!Hamzah x f!reader

(A/N): lowkey proofread this (#ChristmasMiracles) I apologize, this is actually horrifically bad. One of the reasons why and honestly—it’s on me! I should’ve made a detailed request rules post! >_< but i hate anything that has to do with pregnancy—being pregnant—anything of that sort! I was really struggling with this and I tried to change it up to them trying for a baby after many failed attempts but… I still think this is HORRIBLE ;( I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me after taking so long to get back to you with a really shitty version of that you asked for </3

High-key angst, mentions of failed attempts of pregnancies, borderline smut but not really, still—MDNI!

wc: 1.3k

As awkward as it is to say out loud, you and Hamzah have been trying for a baby for some time now. And as much as it breaks your heart to see those pregnancy tests showing negative results, it hurts even more to witness the disappointment in Hamzah’s eyes.

You both try to mask your pain with hopeful smiles and encouraging words, but the silence that follows each failed attempt grows heavier. Hamzah, ever the optimist, often reassures you, saying, “It’ll happen when the time is right.” Yet, you’ve caught him more than once staring into the distance, lost in thought, his expression tinged with longing whenever the topic is brought up.

Today was no exception to your previous attempts, your husband sneaking beside you—your eyes meeting his, hesitantly. “What’s wrong?” He uses elbow to prop himself beside you, moving your hair away from your face with his other hand. It rested on your shoulder, messaging it a bit to help set some comfort for you.

“I’m…” you began, but the words stuck in your throat. Taking a deep breath, you tried again. “I know how badly you want this.” You looked away briefly, then added, “And I want it too.” You needed him to understand that this wasn’t something you felt pressured into—it was something you both deeply desired.

His face softened, his gaze full of understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. “We can try another day if you just want to sleep tonight.” His hand moved up and down your arm in soothing strokes before slipping down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

You shook your head. “No. It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” he asked gently.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed again.”

He snorted softly, a playful edge to his response. “You’re being ridiculous. Baby, I’m not disappointed.” You looked up at him, leaning into his chest, your lips pressing into a slight pout. “I see how sad you get. It makes me sad,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

Hamzah’s expression shifted, and he used the hand holding yours to guide it over his waist. Then he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, cradling you against him as if to shield you from the weight of your own worries. “I’m not sad,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I told you before, it’ll happen at the right time.”

You hummed against his chest, the arm that wrapped around you moving up and down as his fingers ghostly ran across your back. You shivered, looking back up at your husband after hiding in his chest for a few minutes. He looked down—smiling at you. The gap between your lips closing, his smile felt against your lips.

He flipped you away from his body, hovering over you; his lips still attached to yours. Your hands slipping under his loose fitted shirt, feeling for his waist to pull him towards you. The way he kisses you alone shows you how much dedication he has for you. He sighs into the kiss, pulling away to take his shirt off. Taking the hint from your lingering hands.

You smile at him, the proud and excited smile on his face made you break into a fit of giggles. His index finger hooks the elastic band of your pajama shorts, pulling them away from you then letting it go so it’d snap back and hit your skin. Leaning down to kiss you again while his finger hooked your shorts off your legs.

A moan slipped out of your throat—sounding like a groan in pain, making him pull away to see what’s wrong. His lips were left plumper, eyes lidded—chest heaving. The sensual air thick around him, your heart skips a beat.

He raised his eyebrow, indicating his curiosity. “You okay?” He asked. Everything about this, his tone, his warmth, the energy around you. It could send you to sleep. Your hand reaches for his hip, moving upwards to caress his waist. “Yeah.” You cup his face, creasing his cheeks by rubbing your thumbs up and down.

Hamzah’s eyes wandered over your features, studying you intently, as if memorizing every detail of your expression. Slowly, his face leaned toward your right hand, his cheek pressing softly into your palm. His lips curved into a faint smile, and for a moment, the world outside your shared bubble seemed to disappear.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his tone inviting you to open up but never pushing. His hand slid up to cover yours on his cheek, his fingers warm and grounding. “You don’t have to keep everything inside, you know. Are you not feeling it?”

His words made your chest tighten, not in a painful way, but in that overwhelming way love and vulnerability often do. “I just don’t wanna let you down,” you admitted softly, your voice breaking slightly.

Hamzah shook his head, his smile faint as his hand squeezed yours gently. “You could never let me down,” he said firmly, his gaze locking with yours.

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter, a warmth spreading through your chest that both comforted and unsettled you. His fingers slid from your hand to your wrist, his touch light but intentional as he guided your hand down to rest against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm, grounding yet electrifying.

“Such a pretty girl. Pretty for me.” He murmured, his voice lower now, the edges softened by the intimacy of the moment. His other hand settled at your waist, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent a ripple of heat through you.

You blinked, unable to form words, your breath catching as he leaned in closer. The faintest smile tugged at his lips before he tilted his head, brushing his nose against yours in a gesture so tender it made your pulse race.

“Hamzah…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but it was enough to draw him in further.

His lips hovered over yours, teasingly close, his breath warm against your skin. “Tell me what you need,” he said softly, his tone a mix of care and something deeper, something that made your cheeks flush.

Your hand slid down his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of the hems of his shirt. That was all he needed to feel.

His lips met yours again, gently, with a hunger that had been building. His hand pressed beside your head to hold himself above you. The kiss was slow at first, unhurried and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every moment. But as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him closer, his restraint began to waver.

The world around you blurred; the only thing that mattered was the way his touch ignited every nerve in your body, making you forget everything except him. Every issue you’d faced, every tear you've cried, every painful heart tug melted into an intoxicating sensation you couldn’t get enough of.

He hummed against your lips. His hand moved, slowly, from your waist to your knee, bending it upwards—spreading your leg away to settle in between them. A quiet gasp left your lips at his sudden change in manner. His hand slipped down from your knees to your thigh, settling past it on your hip. Squeezing as he pulled away.

His lips began to trail kisses on from your jaw to your neck, the way his breathing brushed against your skin made your heart feel warm, even in these situations where lust would be the only thing you’d want to feel, his love would wash down on you intensely.

Your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. Enjoying the feeling of your husband’s sensual touch on you.

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When I see a throwaway account liking my post, I smile a little like…… yes girl!! Be a mysterious Hamzah fanfic enjoyer,, I’m glad you’re enjoying my work LMFAO

It warms my heart though,,, throwaway accounts and anons were there for me since the beginning of my journey on here… I love y’all on GOD

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HOLY FAWKKKK YOU CAN WRITE!!!! your writing is amazing 🩷😭

STOP IT!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THIS

these anon messages are lowkey boosting my ego lol

ily anon

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your penpal fic actually has to be one of THE BEST fics ever!! it was so amazing to see someone out that much love and care into writing such a strong plot for a hamzah fic. i really love the attention to detail you put into everything, especially the format of the penpal site. ur work is AMAZING i can't wait for what's next!!!

Your words are too kind :< seriously this means so much!! You already KNOW if i’ll write a fic I have to make it long as hell… i feel like long fics are just better, everything hits differently

I’m glad that you loved my work, and I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about my upcoming fics!!!!!! HEHEHE :3

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genuinely your fic is one of the best hamzah characterisation ive ever read <3 you are so talented and i hope you know and understand that and let that resonate with you because 1) the fact you wrote 20k words and 2) it was consistently so amazing. as a writer myself i get so emotional when reading other people’s works because ik the amount of work that goes into them and i legit shed a tear reading bc how tf does someone write that good! truly talented and thank you so much for sharing that story with us :)

Mackieeeee >0<!!!

ENOUGH!! Oh my god, you?! Out of all the girly pops, YOU are calling ME talented?! HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR WORK?! Wonderful, amazing, 10/10 every single time!!

I love writing super long fics, so it only felt natural. I’ll keep them going, this fic was my test fic and since it was accepted so well by everyone—it only makes me excited for the future <33

Saying that you shed a tear over my work makes me feel so so so confident in my writing, you have no clue how much your kind words mean to me :3

CHECK OUT MACKIE’S WORK SHE’S AMAZING >O<!

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the reddit slushy noobz community found your fic and are startled by it (in a positive way i think??) 😭

This is so funny to me because don’t they hate writers…?LMFAOO Thank you for the support, also thank you for giving my writing a shot and possibly liking it.

Never judge a book by its community, I know fan-fiction has bad rep; but they can be fun! You can also request if you want to experiment a little more with your fan-fiction!

This made me giggle, anon. I’m so glad you let me know. Making a Reddit as we speak to lurk there hehe :3

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😭😭😭 that was so beautiful. another masterpiece from u ❤️

ur beautiful :3 tysm <<33333