slushingkoala

[slushingkoala]

okay hard launch king

[slushingkoala]

EXACTLY LIKE that boy is a loser (affectionately) and even when he’s clipfarming (which is where i assume ppl get the fuckboy vibes from) he still is very silly !!!! thankfully there are like 4 or 5 ppl who have written sub!hamzah fics so i can feed off them in the meanwhile yum yum yum

i’m afraid the slushynoobz fandom is afraid of men who whimper, even though it’s one of the best things to happen to mankind like ..

(i also kinda ranted here soz lolol)

him clipfarming is also so dorky bro 😭 he is such a loser dork like i need that sooo bad. the slushydom is a bunch of fake tiktok dark romance freaks from what i've seen... but like what happened to boymoans and boywhimpers?! we used to be a proper society. maybeeee i'll get to writing subby hamzah fics... someday. just know he likes to suck on tits and cry and moan and whimper for some pussy. and he's 10/10 into some mommy play shit. he wants his head stroked while he watched silly tiktoks and then he shows them to you like "mommy look, brainrot ><"

[slushingkoala]

Escape from reality

Cw: Smut, reader lowk praise kink? angsty beginning if you squint, crappy writing

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It had been a rough couple of months. You just felt empty.

You tried to distract yourself with long walks, little routines, and forced positivity. Fake it till you make it. But nothing filled the void inside you.

That changed when you met Hamzah. It wasn’t him, exactly, who made you feel better. It was what he could give you.

It was a cold Tuesday night, 9:46 p.m., and you were waiting outside your apartment building. This had become a ritual. Every few weeks, Hamzah would meet you either outside your place or near the restaurant where you worked. You’d sit in his car for an hour, and for a little while, you’d feel something close to happiness. It wasn’t a cure, it was a reset. A pause on the heaviness.

You saw his beat up car approaching and instinctively straightened your t-shirt, wanting to look at least somewhat put together.

He parked in front of you, rolled down the window, and gave a small nod. You got in quickly, greeted by the familiar warmth of his car.

“Hey. I know you said you wanted something stronger, so I, uh, brought some pills,” he said, his voice low. “Be careful with these, though. It’s not like weed where you can just coast for a bit. Don’t take more than one, and make sure someone knows what you’re doing. Just in case.”

He always gave you that kind of warning. He sold drugs for a living, sure, but he wasn’t careless. Especially not with you.

You nodded, barely listening. Your day had been brutal, and even just sitting in his car felt like too much.

“Uhm… yeah. Thanks. How much do I owe you?” you asked, pulling out your purse and rifling through it.

Hamzah raised an eyebrow. He knew you struggled, that had come up more than once in the haze of late night highs. But tonight, something seemed different. Off.

“You good?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your face. “You don’t seem like yourself.”

You met his gaze and felt something crack in your chest. He looked genuinely worried. It made you want to cry. But you didn’t.

He reached out, resting a hand gently on your shoulder. You flinched slightly at the contact, but then leaned into it, craving it. Craving him.

His lips curled into a small, lopsided smile. You found yourself returning it..shy, uncertain.

He began stroking your arm lightly. The touch, though simple, felt grounding. And in that moment, it started to click. Maybe it wasn’t just the drugs that helped. Maybe it was him.

You leaned in closer, unsure where it was going. Your heart thudded. What if he pulled away? What if this ruined things?

Before you could second guess it, he met you halfway. You kissed him.

At first, it was awkward. Neither of you took the lead. Then, slowly, his hand found your cheek and he deepened the kiss. You grabbed his shoulder to pull him closer, and he responded, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth.

His other hand found your waist, then slid up to your back. Without much effort, he pulled you onto his lap. You bumped your head on the roof and both laughed quietly before your mouths found each other again.

You could feel the pressure of his arousal against you. You shifted, grinding slowly, testing the waters. He matched your rhythm, hips moving with a quiet intensity.

A groan escaped him as the movements grew more desperate, the air between you thick with heat and need.

“Fuck—yeah, just like that,” he breathed, louder than you expected. The sound of his voice, so raw, made your thighs clench.

He tugged at your shirt, asking without words. You nodded and broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head. He grinned and unclasped your bra with a speed that made you raise an eyebrow.

His eyes widened as he took you in, like he’d uncovered something precious. One hand cupped your breast while his mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue swirling. You gasped at the sensation, hands moving to unfasten his jeans.

He lifted his hips, pushing his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing. Your breath caught at the sight, and you quickly removed your own pants and underwear.

You glanced at the back seat. “Could we…?”

He nodded, and you slipped off his lap and crawled into the back. He followed clumsily, a quiet eagerness in every movement.

He lay down, and you straddled him, inhaling sharply before sinking onto his cock. The stretch made your breath hitch, and you both moaned as you took him in, inch by inch.

You paused to adjust, your hands resting on his chest. Then you started to move. Slow, steady. He gripped your hips to guide you, helping you rise and fall on him.

“Fuck, feels so good. You’re doing so good for me, baby. Come on,” he moaned, his voice cracking.

You couldn’t even speak. You just nodded and moved faster, letting him take over when your thighs started to tremble. He lifted you effortlessly, hips thrusting upward to meet you halfway.

He hit a spot that made you cry out. “Oh fuck, right there, Hamzah. Keep doing that.”

He nodded, sweat beading at his temple as he kept going.

“I’m close, I’m close, Hamzah—”

“I know, baby. Let it all out for me. You can do it.”

His voice was low, steady, and that praise combined with the rhythm of his hips sent you over the edge. Your back arched, your body pulsing with waves of pleasure. You kept saying his name like a prayer, gasping through the aftershocks.

He held you through it, then gently lifted you off and sat you back on his lap. A few seconds later, he finished, panting as he spilled just below your chest.

You sat there together, catching your breath. The windows fogged. The air thick with sweat, silence, and something you didn’t quite have a name for.

Then he spoke.

“You don’t owe me anything. Ever again.”

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Hi guys i keep getting so unmotivated for writing, this was in my notes for ages and i finally finished it today 😇 also slushynoobz hit 1 million so happy for them!

[slushingkoala]

Rewritten

-series

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Elevator ride read previous here

It’s been two weeks since you got the call “an opportunity,” they said. And now you’re on a morning flight to Toronto in business class, wondering what version of yourself agreed to this.

It’s hard to even think. A baby two aisles back is crying like its life depends on it.

You’d tried to convince the producers to film in L.A. — neutral ground, familiar. But Hamzah’s deportation complications, meant Canada or nothing. So here you are. Taking one for the team.

You didn’t even bother vlogging it. You didn’t have the energy to fake charm. You couldn’t bring yourself to grin into a camera and pretend you’re excited to reunite with the one person you’ve loathed publicly ,and privately, for years.

Your phone buzzes as the wheels hit the tarmac. A message from one of the producers

“Hey! Just a heads-up, Hamzah got in an hour ago. You’ll meet in the hotel briefing room after check-in :)”

No decompression time. No chance to steel yourself. Of course.

By 11:45, you’re outside the airport, sliding into the back of a waiting taxi. You almost reach for your camera, then stop.

Instead, you snap a photo through the window. city skyline, slight blur, perfect lighting.

The 40 minute drive vanishes in a blink. You’d told yourself you’d use the time for mantras, self talk, maybe one deep breath. Instead, your mind just loops: what if he’s worse? What if he’s exactly the same?

The hotel is… nice. Upscale, minimalist. For a second, you let it comfort you.

Then you remember-he’s inside.

You walk through the lobby with blinders on, heading straight for the front desk. No smiles. No forced friendliness. Just want the key.

You chew the inside of your lip while the receptionist clicks away at the computer. Too slow. Every second ticks like a warning.

Key in hand, you make your way up to your room. Floor to ceiling windows. City view. Clean sheets. A false sense of safety.

But you can’t hide. Not today.

You change into a fitted white tee and a denim mini skirt, topping it off with chunky black boots — simple, but flattering. You want to feel sharp. Grounded. Unbothered. Even if you’re faking it.

As you leave your room and walk to the elevator, something shifts. You find yourself smiling at the absurdity of it all. You’re getting paid to talk about your own success. Free room. Free food. A full circle moment, sort of.

This is good, you tell yourself.

You press the elevator button, the doors slide open.

And there he is.

Hamzah. Leaning against the back wall like the main character in a show no one asked for. Phone in hand. Head down. That familiar scowl pulling at the corner of his mouth.

It’s like being thrown into cold water.

You step inside anyway, back straightening.

“Of course,” you mutter under your breath.

“Hello to you too,” he quips, not even looking up as he shifts just enough to give you room in the tiny metal box.

You hit the button for the conference floor. Silence.

Then, casually, he says,

“You actually looked… kinda happy when the doors opened. Weird.”

You glance over. “It’s called peace. You should try it sometime. Instead of screaming into a mic and calling it content.”

That gets his attention. He pockets his phone, eyebrows raised.

“Peace, from you? Sweetheart, your whole brand is aesthetic rage.”

You don’t flinch. “Better than trying to stay relevant by going to random restaurants and bothering all the staff that work there, what’s that most recent girl called..Wendy?”

He scoffs. “At least I’m real. We don’t bother anyone, they gravitate towards us cause we don’t bring everyone around us down, unlike you.”

You tilt your head.

“At least I’m not so desperate for cash that I charge people six bucks a month to watch you fold laundry and trauma dump for views.”

That one hits.

He turns slightly toward you now. The air in the elevator feels tighter.

“Say what you want,” he says, voice lower, more bitter, “but I didn’t sell my whole personality to get invited back to the algorithm.”

The elevator dings.

You step out without looking at him.

“I don’t care if this is all for show to you. Just remember — I’m not the one who begged for this second chance.” You know that’s not true. Still, anything to give him any sense of insecurity.

Behind you, he calls out

“I didn’t beg. They wanted me here.”

You don’t stop walking. “Right. To make me look better by comparison.”

a/n: Hey guys! idk how long this series will be but since it’s kinda giving like in depth on each scene i’m hoping it can go on for a while! Who do you guys think won the argument Hamzah or y/n 😭

[slushingkoala]

Rewritten

-series

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

The phone call read next here

You’re a pretty big deal for unemployed people. You’re a YouTuber everyone knows and loves. You’d done many collabs with people like Drew and Enya, Quenlin Blackwell. You had the perfect amount of niche fame.

However, there was somebody you’d never seen eye to eye with, Hamzah. Ever since early freak show you just had an off vibe about him, whilst you were doing one of your 5-hour live streams, someone asked you what you thought about Freakshow and everything that was happening on there. You said nothing but positive remarks about the other three, but when it came on for you to discuss Hamzah you simply said “I mean, sure, you can blow up if you’re hot and fake enough. Being funny and contributing doesn’t matter anymore I guess.”

This really struck a nerve for Hamzah, and as soon as he saw a clip of you saying that on his for you page, he was quick to start a stream of his own and go on to call you “boring and unoriginal”, going as far to say ‘you just feed off other peoples fame, and you never do anything yourself.’

From that point on you both hated each other, people thought you guys were just joking, and it was some sort of weird bit you both did, but you just truly hated him.

You tried to keep yourself as the bigger person, claiming Hamzah was just milking it for clout and needed to do something other than sit on his ass for 12 hours and stream.

Your fans and his would eat all of this up, always having things to upload about ‘shady’ tweets and how you guys would always find ways to make small yet hurtful digs at each other.

Hamzah would often do sneak disses such as saying you built an audience off yelling into a mic and being other peoples dog, desperate for their approval and attention.

It was now 2025, Hamzah had his successful YouTube channel Slushynoobz with his best friend Martin and you had found your fame doing YouTube, regularly collaborating with big names and finding joy in doing work with clothing brands whilst still doing your gaming videos for fun. Life was good.

Yes, you still see clips of Hamzah on your phone occasionally, but all you could do was scroll. You know he actually did this whole bit in a video where he used your name as the ‘enemy’ in one of the games him and Martin were playing. You just found it pathetic and kept moving forward.

It was a Wednesday morning, 11am and you’d just gotten out of bed and were sitting on your couch. Suddenly, your phone rang. It was your manger so, of course, you pick up.

“Hey, just got something super interesting. Major opportunity.”

Why was she being so vague? She’s usually way more laid back.

“Uh-huh. What’s the catch?”

“Okay, okay — so you know that internet culture docuseries that’s been floating around? They specifically requested you for it. You. Big star. Face of the whole thing.”

You narrow your eyes, I mean yeah, sure you were pretty big but you being the face of the thing? Really?

“Uh-huh. And?” You sound skeptical, sitting up and picking at your nails as you listen.

“And… they want you to co-star. You’ll be one of two main creators they follow across multiple episodes. Your story. Your rise. Super authentic, great exposure.” She was speaking superfast at this point, what’s her problem?

“Who’s the other creator?” You knew you had to ask, it all just sounded too good to be true.

Your manager does a long pause, sighing.

“Funny thing. Totally unexpected. But guess who else has had a pretty fun internet fame experience?”

You’re not stupid. You instantly know who she’s referring to.

“No.”

“Listen, listen. I know the history. But it’s perfect! The internet is obsessed with your feud. This’ll make you trend in your sleep.”

You grit your teeth, she can’t be serious.

“You’re telling me they want me to spend three months or some shit like that trapped with Hamzah?” Your voice raises as you say his name, the taste of it bitter on your tongue.

“You could completely reinvent your image. You guys could come together and everyone will wanna watch this show and watch all those little scenes of you guys getting along! Even people who don’t watch you guys anymore will probably stick it on for nostalgia or something. It’s a good idea come on y/n.”

“I would rather be hit by a bus.” You say simply. Why would you want to work with Hamzah? The arrogant, unfunny, self - obsessed weirdo.

Your manager was practically pleading at this point.

“Look, the brand deals lined up for this are insane. Travel budgets. Promo. You’ve been saying you want to do some fun and bigger projects? This is it. If you miss this you will 100% regret it.”

“I- listen, I’ll think about it, okay? Give me until Sunday and I’ll have your answer yeah?”

You run your fingers through your hair frustratingly, you know she’s right about how big of an opportunity this is. But it feels like you’re being exploited. Like your deep-rooted hatred for this man is going to end up being portrayed as this silly internet feud.

“I hope you make the smart choice here y/n. I’ll speak to you soon yeah?”

“Yeah.”

a/n: hey guys i’ve been gone for AGES (like 15 days) but im back and gonna try stay motivated to do this! Maybe it sucks but oh well here you go!

[slushingkoala]

Rewritten

- series

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

01: The phone call

02: Elevator ride

[slushingkoala]

Aquarium date

No warnings! Fluff ꨄ

|Hamzah lives to see you smile. This meant whenever it was his turn to plan dates, he’d always go out of his way to make each one better than the last. Today he decided it would be fun to take you to the aquarium.

“Babe look at that one!” He points to a shark swimming above both your heads in the tank. “Sharks are so cute. I’d love to have a massive tank at home and have a shark. Wouldn’t that be cool?” You grin whilst saying this, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Sometimes you say things that make me wonder what could possibly be going on in that mind of yours.” He lets out a small laugh to himself whilst you just stand there looking unamused at how fast your thought was shut down.

They both continue walking until they reach a huge, dark room where the only light source is the huge tank full of purple jellyfish moving around peacefully. “Wow they’re so pretty, Hamzah can you ask someone to take of photo of us in front of the tank?” You plead, as speaking to strangers is one of the most awkward things known to mankind.

Hamzah, being the unbothered person he is, approaches a friendly looking woman and asks her to take a few photos of the two of you. You stand in front of the tank and let Hamzah’s arm snake back around your waist, his hand resting on the top of your hip.

The photos were taken and came out amazing, you reach the end of the aquarium finally and pull him into a hug. “Thank you for this Hamzah, it’s been the best date yet.” He smiles, feeling satisfied with himself.

“I’m glad baby.”

A/N : was rewatching ‘best day ever vlog’ and this idea came to mind lmao. If anyone happens to have any requests for fics i’m more then happy to do them!

[slushingkoala]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐬 𝟒

Warnings || SFW . innuendos? . few mentions of sex . fluff

WC- 3.2k idk why i went on and on😭

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You’d finally gotten yourself a new computer after months of putting it off. It was a pink Apple IMac that looked perfect on your desk, surrounded by your cute trinkets.

In your eyes, having a new computer meant you finally had an excuse to get sims 4 along with a ton of game packs and custom content.

So that’s what you did with your Friday evening, setting everything up on your sims 4 account so it would be perfect for you to play.

Saturday comes around, and you’re sat at your desk getting ready to spend the day playing sims 4.

Hamzah walks in looking fairly bored, but his face brightens once seeing you sat at your desk.

“Hey baby, oh, you finally got sims to work. You enjoying it so far?” As he says this, he gets closer and closer until he’s stood behind you, softly massaging your shoulders.

“Oh yeah I’ve got all my cc and stuff now I’m just about to make a sim.” you smile at him briefly before facing your screen again.

“You’re gonna be recording it, right? You’ve got that YouTube channel you never put to use. Not that I mind, of course.”

As he was rambling on about YouTube you realise it never crossed your mind that you could record this and post it. All your previous videos had just been vlogs from holidays and events with Hamzah.

“Yeah, you know what, that’s a good idea, I’ll do that. I’ll record it. You can even join me if you'd like?”

You’d feel a bit better having Hamzah join you for your first gaming video, he has his YouTube channel with over 800k subscribers, and you love his company.

“Are you sure? I don’t want all your fans to fall in love with me.” He’s so unfunny. How he says this stuff with a straight face confuses you every day.

“Just sit down, Hamzah.”

You guys both do around 3 attempts of doing an intro and keep failing due to you laughing your ass off at the face Hamzah does purposefully whilst waving.

“Hamzah I swear to god just wave without making that fuckass face.” You say between giggles, unsuccessfully keeping a straight face.

Finally, you get through the intro and onto character creation. You settle on a female character with a cottage core vibe that goes perfectly with the cottage living expansion pack.

You guys mess around for a bit then realise you should probably actually do something or else the video will just be you and Hamzah doing next to nothing for half an hour.

“Uhh, what if we do the 100 baby challenge or something?” You suggest this knowing it can be fairly entertaining and something to do.

“Yeah, sure, let’s make our sim a hoe.” You choose to ignore Hamzah’s attempt of humor.

As soon as you find your first baby daddy at the bar and take him back to your place, to your horror once you click on the option to woohoo memories of last night come flooding back from when you decided downloading wicked whims was a good idea.

Hamzah’s eyes instantly widen as he gets flashbacks of when he played sims 4 with Mandy and Martin and had to deal with this mod.

“OH MY GOD gross get it off!” Hamzah shrieks as you click doggy style.

You just sit there laughing as the sims go at it and Hamzah shakes his head saying it feels wrong to watch.

Finally, your sim finishes love making and Hamzah sees this as an opportunity to be funny.

“Wanna recreate that tonight?”

A/N : hi! my last fic got positive feedback so thank you for that, i wanted to do something a bit more light and not smut and i love the sims 4 videos so why not this.

[slushingkoala]

Cybersex

Hamzah x reader smut

Warnings || Masturbation . mentions of sex? . idfk basically NSFW

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It’s a Saturday night, 2:30am. You were laying down on your stomach staring into the webcam on your laptop waiting for Hamzah to answer your call. Long distance had really made your guys’ relationship more challenging, considering you were 5 hours ahead, but it was all worth it when you got to see his smiling face on your screen.

Finally, you hear a little 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 sound and you’re met with his grinning face on your screen.

“Hii! Sorry it took me so long to answer Martin wouldn’t get off my ass about this thing-“ he rambles, not realising just how little you mind.

“Baby” you cut him off “it’s fine don’t worry i understand, i’m just happy to see you” you smile at him and the look of worry on his face instantly changes to a look of relief.

“so how’ve you been? I saw that uh instagram post you did earlier you look like really good.” he asks, moving around to get in a comfy position on his bed.

“oh uh yeah i’ve been good, been missing you, you know.” To say you were missing him is an understatement, you hadn’t seen him in 3 months and you had needs that couldn’t be fixed by your own hand. You didn’t want to seem like a crazy sex addict so decided to wait a bit before initiating anything - but Hamzah could see right through you.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been missing me huh?” He grins, knowing exactly what you want. “I’ve been missing you too y’know, been thinking about the last time we were together.”

Thank god he didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Oh I want you so bad Hamzah.” You almost whine whilst saying it, seeing his face on your laptop reminded you of just how badly you wanted, no- needed him.

“I know baby, I know. How about you show me just how much you’ve been missing me huh?”

That was all you needed to hear.

You balance your laptop on your pillows properly and scooch back on your bed, sitting on your knees revealing yourself in your tank top and pj shorts.

“So beautiful.” He mutters, almost to himself.

You start by sliding one of your straps down your shoulder, teasing him for as long as possible before you completely lose control.

“Cmon now don’t be like that take it off.” He pleads, making you realise you have the upper hand in this situation.

“Turn your camera on Hamzah i wanna see you.” Almost instantly, he turns his camera on revealing him sat in bed wearing nothing but some boxers, his grown out buzz sticking out in all different directions. The only source of light in his room was coming from his laptop and in the bottom of his screen you can ever so slightly see him palming himself.

You choose not to say anything for now and instead slide your other strap off and pull your tank top over you head, leaving you bare besides your pj shorts.

Hamzah lets out a groan at the sight and you can clearly see his hand picking up the pace “fuck you’re so gorgeous.” he grunts as he thrusts into his hand. He slips his hand out from underneath his waistband and tugs his boxers down, causing his erection to spring out.

“oh you’re desperate.” you tease him knowing it will only excite him more. You start by rubbing your tits softly, lightly pushing them together as you do so.

“I wish i was there so badly-“

Hamzah was practically panting as he was now fully touching himself to you. “Touch yourself baby.Please”

You find yourself instantly obeying and your hands reach down to your shorts which you quickly discard onto your bed. You start by tracing a finger across your folds before diving your middle finger into them.

“Shit yeah just like that.” He moans at the sight of you.

Your middle finger is quickly joined by another as you pick up the pace, moaning as you do. Hamzah continued to stroke himself, his tugs getting more sloppy and desperate.

You look at your laptop and see Hamzah with his eyes fixed on you admiringly and it only gets you off more. “You’re so handsome baby.”

He whimpers at your praise. “Thank you.” Hamzah found himself struggling to get his words out as his hand flew up and down his cock.

“Shit I think i’m gonna-“ You whine as realise you’re getting closer to the edge. Your fingers slip in and out of your cunt as you feel the knots in your stomach tighten.

“It’s okay baby me too come on we can do it together.”

That was all it took for you to finish on your fingers, which was quickly followed by Hamzah finishing all over his stomach.

You both lay in your respective beds for a couple minutes, panting and sweaty.

“Next time we do that i want it to be in person” Hamzah begins “I miss you so much i’m gonna fly you out - or i’ll come to you i don’t mind.”

He rambles on, clearly just desperate to be with you again.

“Hamzah, sweetheart don’t worry we will see eachother soon i promise.” You say before yawning. You’d lost track of time and it was now 3:15am.

“Listen Hamzah i’m exhausted so i’m gonna try get some sleep m’yeah?”

“Wanna fall asleep on call?” God he was corny, but you love him.

“sure baby yeah we can.” You giggle sleepily. “Good night Hamzah I love you.”

“I love you too y/n.”

A/N : Hi so this is my first time writing like anything in my life so it probably sucks and will be one of those things i look back on and cringe 😭 but yeah tips are appreciated and hope you enjoyed this ❤︎︎

[slushingkoala]

When i’m writing smut then suddenly remember I’m literally writing smut