divab0dy

[divab0dy]

its okay art donaldson and patrick zweig, i have enough thighs to hump go around❤️

[divab0dy]

About me

hii! i wanted to put some info about me without exposing myself bc that would be embarrassing as fuck soooo here it is!

i'm a trans guy, i'm an adult and you can call me diva😛🦄. my username comes from an inside joke with my friends and some of my friends call me diva. i really like tennis and challengers and slushy noobz obviously. im also a big sinjin drowning, smosh, emergency intercom, danny gonzalez, kurtis conner and drew gooden fan in terms of youtube. i like sufjan stevens, my favorite song is all of me wants all of you. my favorite movie is big hero 6. my favorite show is the oc.

about my writing: i only write for challengers and hamzah at this point but that might change if i get more horny. feel free to request anyone over the age of 18 who is comfortable with smut being written about them if it's a real person. also i only write gn, afab reader, i get a lot of requests using she/her pronouns for reader and im not going to like ignore them or anything, it doesn't bother me, however i will always write those requests for gn afab readers so if that bothers you don't request/read. i don't write about piss, shit, blood, daddy, any kind of animal stuff, incest of any kind and this list will probably grow as i discover more things i don't like to write about. you can request anything that isn't on that list even if its freaky deaky and maybe ill write it maybe i wont.

masterminds probably coming soon when i stop being lazy so thats all!

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Giving hamzah or art their first handjob🙈🙈💋

Hands on Learning

contains: smut MDNI!!! sub!art, virgin!art, hand job obv, lmk if there's anything else

authors note: okay i really wanted to write this about hamzah but i cannot picture him getting his first hj at his big age. art is pathetic tho i could picture him getting his first kiss at 35. maybe i'll write something similar with hamzah tho!! also side note this is like the worst thing i've ever fucking written so lmk if you want me to rewrite this😭

art had been the sweet kid, always in the shadow of patrick when he came around stanford. dragging art to parties of a school he didn't go to, forcing art to talk to people, guiding him on how to do so. sometimes with patrick feeding him information and things to say, it felt like the people he talked to were more of patrick's than his.

you were the first one who felt like his. he had met you at a party that he didn't go to with patrick. in fact he didn't even tell patrick about you until after he asked you out. he did this all on his own. you were also the only relationship that had ever gone anywhere besides a first date and kiss at the end of the night if he was lucky.

you were in his dorm, making out on his bed, sat up on your knees, next to him, tilting your head down to kiss him. this happened very often, but it never seemed to lead anywhere, he always had some work to do, or something for tennis to be at. you knew he was lying but couldn't quite understand why.

this particular time he seemed to be letting it go on longer than others, his hands wandered down your waist to your hips. you pull back slightly and move to put a hand on his thigh, but stop when you feel something plush. you pull back all the way, realizing that he has a pillow in his lap.

you laugh and he returns with a chuckle, his far more nervous than yours. "sorry," he breathes.

"it's okay. are you nervous?" you rest a hand on this pillow.

"yeah... sorry," he looks away as he speaks.

"do you not want to..." you trail off.

"no! no i do! i just..." now he's trailing off.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to," you reassure.

"okay yeah... i mean i really want to... i'm just nervous," he sighs, his eyes meeting yours again.

"why don't you let me take this," you tug at the pillow and he allows it. you remove the pillow from his lap and notice how he's tenting in his black tennis shorts.

you kiss him again to distract him, placing a hand on his thigh to hopefully help calm his nerves. he jolts when your hand meets his thigh, not your intended reaction. you push your tongue past his lips, intruding in on his mouth as his does the same to yours.

you move to sit on his lap while he's distracted in the kiss. he reacts instinctively, pushing his hips up into yours and groaning into your mouth. you swallow his moans and return with a few of your own.

he pulls back, "i've never done this before," he blurts.

"never done what?" you reposition yourself, away from his cock, straining through the think material of his shorts.

"i'm like... i'm a virgin," his eyes can't seem to meet yours, his hands suddenly fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"that's okay... what have you done before?" you try to keep your voice sweet and sincere.

"really nothing... just hmm. just making out." he still can't meet yours eyes.

"we can start real slow of you want," you bring your hand down to rest on his thigh, next to his crotch. you're trying your best to keep your voice light hearted and calm, hiding the fact that you want to tear him apart and eat him alive.

"yeah... i'm really hard," he laughs at his own sentence. is he high? you think to yourself. surely not, you've been with him all day. he's just that out of it from a simple touch.

"okay, you wanna take these off?" you look down to where your fingers are hooked on the elastic of his shorts. he lifts his hips, and you lift yours in turn so that he can shimmy out of them. "yeah boxers too, good job." he's feeling exposed and embarrassed all of a sudden as he tries to tug his shirt down, even though he just purposely exposed himself. "can i touch you?" and boy do you want to do more than touch him. this is a mouth watering, jaw clenching, pussy throbbing sight.

"please," he sighs, his hands gripping at your thighs, trying to ground himself. he feels like if he doesn't hold on, he might drift out the slightly open window of his dorm, into the sky and away forever. you spit on your hand and bring it down to his cock, gently wrapping around the base. he shudders and closes his eyes, he's trying so fucking hard to last more than a stroke. you begin gentle, loose handed, slow. his hips are immediately.

"oh fuck... your hands so soft... feels better." he's so out of it. his eyes are squeezed shut and he's bucking into your loose grasp, body all tense.

"better than what?" you wonder out loud.

"better than my hand, so much better," his hands are gripping tightly at your thighs, rolling the plush flesh in between his fingers and thumbs.

"yeah? you want me to go faster?" you smile at him. he nods. "why don't you open your eyes and look at me hm?" you're voice has a sweetness to it that you didn't even know you had.

his eyes snap open and they're filled with desperation. "mm feels good," his head rolls back and hits the wall. you speed up and his body only jolts more. he's desperately rocking his hips up into your hand. any thought he had before of not wanting to finish early has gone out the window, now he's only chasing pleasure, pure primal instinct. you grip onto his cock tighter, bringing your other hand to play with his tip, fingers dancing around the redish-pink area in circles. it's like you know exactly how to drive him insane, how to touch him just how he needs you to.

"you close artie?" you whisper, kissing his neck.

"so close, so fucking close, gonna cum," he stutters out. you can barely make sense of his words.

"it's okay, you can cum," and with that you grab his balls, giving them a light squeeze, tracing the seam with your thumb.

he's cumming in an instant, all over. your hands, your wrist, his chest, his thighs, dripping down to his balls, you name it. it's everywhere.

"fuck 'm sorry, i meant to... i meant too." the clarity is hitting but at the same time he's never felt so good in his entire fucking life. not even close to that. he can't speak properly and he's still twitching all over.

"i wanted to last longer" he shudders, moving you off of him and pulling up his shorts.

"it's okay artie, you did real good." you smile, cupping his cheek with one hand.

he blushes, embarrassed, but melts into your touch.

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can i please request a hamzah fic based off of this one tiktok i saw that said like "when you're ovulating and he's saying all the right things" and it feels like torture and your eyelids are heavy + watery and all that, so reader feels very much overwhelmed and tries to avoid hamzah because she's going insane, and he thinks she's upset and she keeps telling him like no it's not you, and he's trying to get her to tell him why but she's hesitating a lot because she's too shy to say she's ovulating and need him so bad, until she finally does whisper it to him and he's like why didn't you just tell me, and he helps her out but keeps teasing and talking her through it first and it turns her so whiny and pathetic :((( BUT he does give in eventually and helps her out fully. 🩷

okay guys here comes a big reveal... i'm a guy😭 i'm trans and because of blockers/hrt idk what it's like to menstruate or specifically to ovulate, so i'm not really sure how to write it. i mean i can write one where reader really badly wants to fuck bestfriend!hamzah and that's why they can't be around him if y'all are down for that. or if you have another way to work around the prompt of ovulating because i like the idea i just can't really write it or relate to it enough to know how to write it, so if you want it/have another idea feel free to comment or leave a suggestion!!

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guys PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR HAMZAH OR CHALLENGERS SMUT IM BWGGING

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a face that was made to be smothered in kisses

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give this edit an oscar

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please someone write this!!!😔 not me tho

backshots in patrick’s dirty ass car when…..

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hamzah and reader sex tape 🙈

yex tape

contains: SMUT MDNI, sex tape, shitty writing, unprotected sex (birth control,) established relationship

authors note: sorry this is short, but i hope it's what you wanted!!

hamzah's buried deep inside of you. it's your last time seeing eachother before you head out for a 2 week trip, an opportunity you'd gotten through work. he's been fucking you on his bed, gasping about how pretty you are for 20 minutes. he likes to try and make it last when he knows he's not going to see you for a while. your hips are propped up on a pillow and he's sitting up so that he can get a full view of you.

he pauses, tracing his eyes over your figure.

"what?" you breathe.

"can i record it?" he's already reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

"for what?" you ponder the idea of letting him record it.

"just for us. for when you go away, i wanna watch it," he's breathing heavy, phone in hand.

"yeah go ahead, just for us though," you give in, not that you were that reluctant to begin with. if hamzah keeps fucking you like this you might give in to anything he asks.

his hands fumble to get to record, but finally he starts recording. he holds the phone in one hand, tracing your body with the other. his fingers move from your side, under your arm, down your waist, following the curve with his fingers and the camera. he reaches your hip and moves the camera towards where you guys are connected in a sticky, wet mess. he traces your clit gently with his free thumb and you shudder.

he starts to move again, giving you sloppy, short thrusts, focusing the camera on your body, moving with every thrust. the headboard is slamming against the wall with the power he's putting into your body. his free hand moves to grope you, pointer and thumb pinching your sensitive nipples.

he's taking a handful of your chest as you mutter "'m close."

"i know baby, i know," and his hand is meeting your clit again, thumb drawing quick circles on you. he moves the camera from a full body shot to only show where he's touching you.

he's still fucking into you, breathing heavy, trying his hardest to get you there as quickly as possible.

"want you to cum, why don't you show the camera what my dick does to you, pretty," his voice is way to high pitched and whiny to be talking to you like that, but it does it for you anyway.

you're shaking and cumming for the camera, but really for hamzah. you cry out reaching out for him, grabbing the bicep of the arm holding the camera, but he keeps it steady. the camera catches the way your pussy flutters around him and the thick ring of cream you leave on the base of his cock.

"there you go, honey." he's taking on a soft dominant role you haven't really seen before, but you don't miss the needy, whiny undertones of it all.

you can tell he's close when his thrusts get uncoordinated and miscalculated. he's still got the camera on you when he pulls out, stroking himself over your stomach. he knows he's allowed to cum in you, you can't recall a time he hadn't but this must be for the cinematography. you reach down to assist him, wrapping your hand around his throbbing cock, giving him soft, fast strokes.

he whines out for you, his free hand grabbing your hip as he cums, coving your stomach and chest with his creamy white spend.

he sighs after letting you work him through it and pans the camera over your body. he gathers some of his cum from your chest with his finger and the camera follows it to your mouth where it's being shoved inside. you accept greedily, licking it off.

he'll definitely be using this while you're away.

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clean up on isle my wet little zesty little pants

posted this on tiktok for 2 minutes but then took it down… so tumblr gets it until i upload it again 🙂‍↕️

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overstimulating hamzah

short and sweet!

contains: SMUT MDNI!!! sub!hamzah😁, overstimulation, hand job, crying😜, nastayness

authors note: short little smut tiding you over until my next post, which will be my very first request!! also let me know if this was too much...

it only takes him a few minutes of soft strokes to get close. he's laying in his bed, your wrist softly flicking, stroking him up and down, up and down.

"i'm so close... please can i... can i cum?" his whole body's is twitching and shaking.

"of course hamzah, go ahead," you give his tip a squeeze, and in an instant he's cumming all over. your hand, his stomach, his thighs, his sheets.

he'd been pent up like this all week so when you initiated to help him out, he was ecstatic. hes whining as you work him through it, fucking up into your first, something you usually stop him from doing.

"ah- it's... it's too much," he struggles against your hand.

"you can take it, can't you? one more, i know you can do one more," you smile encouragingly down at him.

"yeah... yeah i can do it," he squeezes his eyes shut.

"good," you're voice has lost that sweet tone, replaced by a stern order.

you pick up the speed, using your other hand to trace around the tip, swiping precum from his tip with your fingers. you dip a finger into your mouth, licking the salty substance off of it.

"so fucking good hamzah... here." you swipe away more precum and bring it to his lips. he takes your thumb in his mouth eagerly, sucking on it.

"i'm... i'm getting close again," he's taking sharp breaths, trying to compose himself. "i'm almost... i'm right there... fuck!" he's squirting all over your fingers again, much less than last time, only adding to the natural lube.

you're working him through it for a second time when you make eye contact with him. he's blinking fast and you only realize what's happening when a tear rolls down his cheek.

"it's okay baby, you're okay, just one more," you bring your hand up to stroke his cheek and wipe his tears. he nods but he's still sniffling and tears are still streaming.

"just one more" he repeats in a whisper.

"yeah i know you can do it, you've been so good hamzah," you tangle your fingers in his hair, gently stroking it as your hand works over his cock. he nods again, his cheeks are red and stained with tears.

"yeah i'm doing so good." he's so far gone at this point, hardly on earth, just repeating back to you what you said without even hearing it. he doesn't need to. all he needs to do is feel your soft hand on him. he's bucking his hips, completely out of control of his own body as he cries.

"i'm getting close," he sobs. you're still wiping his tears with soft fingers.

"it's okay, you can cum," you encourage.

"fuck- shit," he swears and he's cumming for the third time. white hot liquid dribbles from his tip, not nearly as much as the last two rounds. you finish him off with a few more strokes to work him through it.

"you want me to clean you up?"

"yeah," he sighs, turning his face into the pillow.

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am I guilty? am I sorry? (yes I am and)

do I miss you at the party? (I always will)

patrick zweig - some protector by role model

the terrible yearning of missing someone and they won't even admit they miss you too </3

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sometimes when i hit my mexico mango geek while my friend smokes a cig i feel like art hanging out with patrick. like im literally so fucking cute i'm not mysterious enough to smoke a cigarette i need that fruity goodness in my lungs

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i have thought about this SO MANY TIMES

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guys i was gonna do victory head smut for hamzah like after the boxing match but i feel like everyone's doing boxer hamzah so pwetty pwease give me ideas

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Missing his curls☹️when i saw this pop up on my fyp my jaw dropped.

not my edit! creator hyukaslush on tiktok

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That boy is mineeee