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cup1dluvhss · 4 months ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BF!HAMZAH HEADCANNONS, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ how hamzah soft launched you + little details about you and hamzah’s relationship, and how much the slushies adore you! (request)

| warnings: fluff

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah soft launched you on an episode of out of character, and since then you were a little scared to appear on the channel. you had appeared in some of his instagram posts, and finally made an appearance in a sims video with mandy, and everyone adored you. people also make frequent jokes that hamzah’s ‘paying you’ to date him, which never fails to make the both of you laugh.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ you ended up making your own youtube channel a couple months after hamzah announced your relationship due to high demand from the slushies, and you film vlog-type videos with mandy, hamzah also making frequent appearances. your videos garnered a lot of attention online and hamzah often jokes that you might ‘accidentally’ become more famous than him.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊both you and hamzah often forget when the camera is on while filming for the patreon, and he can regularly be seen with his arms around you, or you with your head on his shoulder, which makes the viewers go crazy. not to mention he still flirts with you on camera as if the two of you aren’t already dating.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ you tend to appear a lot in the patreon episodes of out of character, but not in a particularly planned way. it’s usually because red or blue are causing chaos, and your yells for them to stop or be quiet are always within earshot. hamzah will always stop talking to listen to your pleas, laugh, and then continue speaking again.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during one of your more recent vlogs, you gave a tour of both you and hamzah’s now shared home. the viewers found it so funny how much the house had changed since you’d moved in, compared to the house tour hamzah gave in the hot ones video. it is now impeccably clean, and a lot of the furniture had been moved around. the couches now had fluffy pink cushions, and red and blue have their own little beds with their names on them. not to mention the bedsheets in you and hamzah’s bedroom, which have little red hearts scattered here and there, which hamzah gets shit from martin about. also, 90% of the ai photos hanging on hamzah’s wall had vanished, but you still let him keep one or two.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during the video where martin and hamzah collaborated with quen, hamzah disappeared for a solid five minutes. martin eventually called him to come back into frame, but as the camera turned to him it was very clear that he had ran off to talk to you, who was sitting on the couch with a stupid smile on your face as he kissed your cheek before heading back to the kitchen. during the video, all he did was talk about you and would randomly say things like, ‘y/n likes strawberries.’ or, ‘y/n, can you tell me if this is still raw?’

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during the camping vlog, hamzah started to miss you a lot very early into the trip. he kept face timing you, updating you on where he and martin were, or what shit they had to force feed themselves that particular day, showing his phone to the camera with a wide smile as you waved. hamzah also admitted to the viewers that he couldn’t sleep well because he was so used to having you beside him, and instead had to sleep with martin. martin didn’t like this, although, and began repeating ‘bros before hoes’ every time hamzah dared to mention you.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah talks a lot about random experiences he’s had with you on the podcast a lot. when you made your first appearance on it, hamzah chose to recite the story of the first time he met your parents, and how nervous he was. you were laughing the whole time, although, because sometimes you swear your mom loves him more than you, and you often joke that she fell in love with him when he brought her flowers the first time he met her.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah ‘jokes’ a lot on the channel when you make an appearance that he wants to marry you, but you both know he’s not joking. he’s told you many times before how he wants you to be his future wife, and also how he wants you to be his ‘baby momma’, but you only ever roll your eyes and tell him to be patient, even though you love it.

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cup1dluvhss · 4 months ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BREAKUP & MAKEUP, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ tired of hamzah’s lack of interest in your relationship, you attempt to break up with him but you end up doing the complete opposite (request).

| warnings: smut, dirty talk, angst

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you were lying on you and hamzah’s shared bed in your apartment, your lip captured between your teeth as you observed him from afar. he had a lot of work to do through the night, and you figured you might as well hang out with him considering you had nothing better to do.

to be truthful, you and hamzah weren’t on the best terms. you didn’t talk as much as you used to, and the lack of ‘i love you’s’ shared between the both of you was scarce. but, he was busy and at first, you figured things would get back to normal soon.

but they never did.

it had been two months since the two of you genuinely laughed together, and you were starting to get bored. you missed how things were, and you mourned the relationship you once had with him. however, when you brought it up with him, he looked as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

this obliviousness continued the next two times you tried to talk to him, and it was the third time which finally had you making a difficult decision about whether or not you wanted your relationship with him to continue. you had told yourself you’d ask him to talk again soon so you could tell him how you felt, but that was two weeks ago.

you swallowed, and realised it was now or never. you didn’t want to lie around waiting for him to finish work, because you knew you’d be waiting a while and would leave in the morning before he was up. then you’d come over again, and the process would repeat.

you sat up in bed, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. you should have been sad, or nervous, but you weren’t. you knew there was no fixing your relationship now.

‘hamzah?’ you said, your voice soft as you rose off the bed and walked over to him, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

‘..mhm?’ he said, his attention clearly not on you as a sigh escaped his lips, his eyes briefly flickering in your direction.

‘can we talk—please?’ you said, looking away for a moment, trying to add an element of seriousness in your voice so he’d listen to you. that didn’t work however, because he didn’t respond to you and made no effort to make it look like he cared about anything you had to say.

‘hamzah, are you even listening to me right now?’ you snapped, your brows furrowing as you scoffed, your lashes fluttering as you blinked rapidly.

‘i’m in the middle of something, y/n.’ he said, his voice stern as he rolled his eyes. that was your last straw. the way he went out of his way to make sure you knew exactly how little he cared about paying attention to you, how much stress it caused him for you to merely open your mouth.

‘i wanna break up.’

his head snapped in your direction, and his eyes were wide. you almost laughed, considering it was the most attention he had given to you in months and it was over you ending your relationship with him. he immediately pushed his chair away from his desk, and stood up in front of you.

‘y/n, are you serious?’ he said, his voice holding an element of disbelief as you scoffed, looking at the floor as your fingers tangled together.

‘yes? hamzah, we’ve barely spoken for months. we don’t say i love you anymore, and whenever we hang out it’s always like this.’ you said, your hand gesturing between the computer and the bed, your eyes slowly meeting his.

he looked desperate, like he had a million words to say, yet couldn’t say them for some reason.

‘baby, please. come on, we can work this out.’ he said, reaching for your hands. he took them in his own, before you sighed and took a step back, your hands slipping from his grasp.

‘no hamzah. i’m done.’ you said quietly, turning around and running a hand through your hair, before making your way over to the bed to grab your phone and some of the other things you had brought with you. you gasped slightly when you felt his hands grab ahold of your hips and spin you around.

‘so that’s it, then? you’re not even gonna give me a chance?’ he said, his voice slightly alarming you. he sounded aggressive, his tone ragged like he was genuinely angered by your actions which were his own fault.

‘you’ve had many fucking chances, hamzah. don’t act like this is out of the blue.’ you hissed, attempting to push him away from you, but he caught both of your hands in a rough grip, the feeling making you wince.

you looked up at him, swallowing as you observed his expression. there was no sadness or desperation, just—anger. pure, undeniable anger.

‘so your really gonna fucking do this then, huh?’ he whispered, his face so close to yours that you were scared to breathe. you tilted your head at him, struggling to find any sympathy.

‘yeah, i’m gonna fucking do this.’ you said, nodding at him as he began replicating your actions, a smirk playing at his lips.

‘yeah?’ he spoke, his tone almost mocking as your breathing became uneven and miscalculated, the proximity you held with him making you feel slightly nervous.

‘yeah—’

before you could get anymore words out, hamzah’s lips were on yours. rough, and passionate. you immediately went to to push him off of you, but that feeling of discomfort melted into something more. it had been months since he’d kissed you like this, and you had missed it.

his lips moved against yours, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist as he guided you over to the bed in the corner of the room. he guided you down until you were sitting on it, before his hands pulled your legs onto it, your lips not parting for a second.

‘fuck, i’m so sorry sweetheart.’ he mumbled against your skin as his lips began to move down to your jaw, pressing weak kisses here and there.

‘i’m so so sorry.’ he whispered again, his hands sliding up your little pyjama top as you whined in response. you thought he was being sweet with you—genuine. but you quickly began to second guess everything when you felt his teeth against your skin.

‘can i make it up to you, baby?’ he said, his head raising from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours as they softened for a moment looking at you— all flustered and ready for him.

‘hm?’ he said, a smile playing at his lips as one of his hands slid onto your clothed thigh, his thumb beginning to stroke slow, encouraging circles on your skin.

‘please.’ you urged out, completely forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place, the look on his face working numbers on you.

‘that’s my girl. so fuckin’ pretty, aren’t you?’ he mumbled, leaning back down to your face, lips pressing a quick kiss on your own before his hands slid down to your sweat pants, his fingers tugging down the waistband.

his eyes remained on yours throughout the whole process, and you found yourself biting your lip to prevent any sounds from coming out of your mouth.

‘this doesn’t fix things.’ you suddenly blurted out as his fingers began toying with the little bow on your panties, his head looking up at you as his eyebrows raised.

‘oh sweetheart, we’ll see how you feel when i’m done with you.’ he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he watched your eager eyes flicker back down to his body positioned between your legs.

your panties were off next, the process slow and agonising. hamzah was quick to get himself out of his own pants too, his breathing heavy as he positioned himself at your entrance.

‘—hamzah.’ you whispered, the anticipation killing you as your head fell back against the pillow.

‘how bad do you need it, baby?’ he said, beginning to guide his tip between your wet folds, a series of moans spilling from your mouth as you reached for something—anything to grip onto.

‘please, hamzah.’ you whimpered, your little noise morphing into something else entirely as he snapped his hips into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. in the first few seconds, you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened, until you felt his cock twitching inside you.

‘oh fuck, you feel— your so fuckin’..’ hamzah breathed, struggling to find the words as his hands landed on your hips, holding you down as he began thrusting into you roughly.

every snap of his hips made you slip more and more out of consciousness, your head falling back against the pillows as you gripped the headboard, his tip hitting that spot inside you only he could reach every single time.

your felt your body shake slightly, your hips squirming due to the pleasure. hamzah was quick to push your body further into the bed to stop your moving, his fingers digging into your skin.

‘stop fucking moving, i know you can take it. take it like a good girl f’me, pretty.’ he huffed, his thrusts beginning to pick up pace as you began letting out loud, unholy noises.

pressure began building in your stomach, and you felt yourself already beginning to let go. hamzah had never fucked you like this, and weren’t sure you’d be able to leave him if he continued putting this much power into your body.

‘hamzah— m’gonna..’ you whimpered, hands gripping his wrists which were still pushing your body into the mattress, your nails digging into his skin.

‘fuck, baby. let go f’me, yeah?’ he whispered, and almost instantly. his words triggered your orgasm. desperate sighs and moans spilled from your mouth as you lost yourself all over his cock, your mind going blank for a second. you screwed your eyes shut as hamzah continued fucking you through it, his movements not faltering for a minute.

you could tell he was close too, because his thrusts became slow and miscalculated, his chest heaving as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, a weak smile playing at his open mouth as his eyes stared into yours.

‘gonna cum so fucking hard, sweetheart.’ he whimpered, quickly removing his cock from your pussy before painting your stomach with his warm release, his head falling back slightly as your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly as more of his cum spilled onto your stomach.

there was a minute of silence before hamzah came back to life, his now thumb gathering some of his release from your stomach before bringing it to your lips, a stupid smirk on his face as he examined your disheveled state.

‘open wide, beautiful.’ he muttered, pushing his thumb into your mouth as you sucked greedily, before swallowing his load without hesitation. your eyes remained on his the whole time, and he stared at you in awe, his pupils completely blown out.

‘fuck—i’m sorry. please don’t go, y/n. i know we can fix this.’ he suddenly blurted out, his voice panicked as you quickly reached for his hands, holding them in your own as you attempted to shush his outburst, your body still positioned under his.

‘hamzah—it’s okay. i won’t leave.’ you sighed, sitting up slightly as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek reassuringly. his eyes practically lit up, and a smile made its way onto his face. maybe what you had wasn’t exactly perfect, but you were willing to give him a chance, especially after that.

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