#hamzah one shots

[onlinesuzie]

♡ looking after hamzah’s good boys ♡

words: 1.4k

genre : fluff

summary : Hamzah has been so busy filming with Martin for their YouTube channel that he desperately needs someone to look after his two kittens. When he discovers that Mandy’s friend can help, it’s definitely worth the shot.

note: this is my first fic, hold me guys im very nervous!! im aiming to make a part 2 of this soon which will be more smutty. i wanted to separate them just in case you’re wanting some fluff only!!

☆

Hamzah paced restlessly, his steps an obvious sign of his anxious anticipation to meet the girl Mandy has spoken so well of. Occasionally, he would pause to tenderly scratch behind Red's ear, while Blue, bounced around in front of the mirror, attempting to fight his own reflection. It had been a couple days since you had agreed to care for Hamzah’s kittens for a few hours. Your knowledge of Hamzah was extremely limited, you only knew that he played games and filmed videos with Mandy’s boyfriend. This unfamiliarity left you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, similar to Hamzah's own awkwardness as he now sat beside Red, glancing at his phone, waiting for your message confirming you are now outside around 1 o'clock

As you neared his place, your heart quickened. It wasn’t a big deal, you had been around many cats and other people's pets, but this felt different. There was this almost magnetic pull, a sense of significance that you couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the mystery surrounding Hamzah, the possibility of discovering someone wonderful, or meeting someone who you wish you had not have. He lived alone, and without the comfort of an introduction from Mandy or Martin, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Yet, as you climbed the stairs, any second thoughts melted away. You sent a brief message: "I'm here," and stood outside, anticipation and hope swirling within you.

From within, you could hear clumsy, heavy footsteps approaching. A tall, curly-haired boy appeared on the other side of the glass-paned door. He quickly turned the knob and opened it inward, shuffling his feet to create a path into his home. Two ginger kittens immediately pushed past each other, darting straight towards you and nuzzling their heads against your feet and legs.`

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about them. They don’t get many visitors,” the boy, who you presumed to be Hamzah, said swiftly in a deep voice, pushing his curls back from his forehead.

“No, no, don’t worry about them,” you replied with a light chuckle as you bent down to gently stroke one of the kittens. “It must be my plan of covering myself with catnip to make a good impression.”

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I guess it’s working a little too well.” He knelt down to stroke Red’s belly as the kitten sprawled on the wooden step in front of the door.

"Fuck, sorry," he exclaimed, standing up abruptly and surprising Red enough to roll back onto his front. "You haven’t even had a chance to come in yet. Do you need any help getting up? I mean, you probably don’t need my help—" He extended his hand, and you took it, letting out a soft groan as you hoisted yourself up.

You let go of his hand first, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. His place was very bright, with stark white walls and a distinct lack of decorations. Beams of light streamed through the kitchen window, landing almost angelically on Hamzah as he swiftly looked away when you made eye contact. His eyes were a warm, inviting brown, a striking contrast to his demeanor, which was quite obviously nervous. This surprised you, as Mandy and Martin had described him as some talkative third wheel.

Clearing his throat, he said, "So, yeah, um, this is it! The home of me and my sons. Sorry about the mess—" There wasn’t really a mess, just a few taped-up boxes and many cat toys scattered on the floor, which he kicked aside to clear a walkway. "So, yeah, that was the kitchen, and this is my living room." He turned around, trying to gauge your reaction. Only then did you get to see those warm brown eyes again.

"Is this where the cats spend most of their time?" you asked with a small smile, breaking eye contact to admire the makeshift cat sanctuary scattered around the room, with mismatched cat towers and scratching posts lining the walls.

"Not really," he replied. "They prefer my room, but I'd rather have them out here. My room is just... I don't know, it’s just my space. So, while you're here, could you please stay out here?" You nodded in agreement.

He went over his house rules, none of which were surprising or new to you, having done similar favors for other friends. The only rule that stood out was his insistence on not entering his room, even if the cats scratched and pleaded to be let in. It didn’t bother you; you understood he had boundaries. Yet, as he explained the various ways to reach him if something happened, you found yourself distracted, noticing the flutter of his eyelashes as he spoke. His love for his kittens was evident in the way they cuddled up to him, purring loudly. You found it endearing how passionately and seriously he took the few hours he’d be away from them.

As he continued, you began to notice other sweet details about him. It wasn’t just his words, but the gentle way he interacted with the animals. His hair was beautiful, the kind that looked soft to touch, even calming to run your hands through. You felt a bit creepy thinking all these things about a stranger, especially one you were essentially babysitting for. But you told yourself it was just harmless thoughts.

Hamzah seemed to notice your distraction and paused, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Sorry if I'm going on too much," he said, his voice softer now. "I just really care about these little guys."

"No, it's fine," you reassured him, meeting his warm brown eyes again. "It's sweet how much you care."

A comfortable silence settled between you two, broken only by the soft purring of the kittens and the distant hum of city life outside. Hamzah cleared his throat again, as if trying to muster up the courage to say something more.

"So, uh," he began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was thinking, only if you’re comfortable of course, maybe we could grab a coffee sometime? You know, to say thank you properly, I mean if you like keep them alive."

Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected invitation. There was a sincerity in his eyes that made the idea appealing. "I'd like that," you replied, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

"Great," he said, looking both relieved and pleased. "I know this little place nearby. It’s quiet and has the best coffee."

As you both stood there, the awkwardness slowly melting away, you felt a sense of anticipation. Maybe this arrangement of Mandy’s wasn’t just about looking after his kittens; maybe it was the beginning of a something different.

Hamzah was getting ready to leave. As he picked up his keys, the sound caught the attention of the two kittens, who scampered over and nudged his leg just as they had done to you earlier.

"I'm sorry, guys. Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You’ll be fine," he said, opening the door and contorting his body to slide out without the kittens following him. Just before leaving, he popped his head back around the door and called out, "Look after my boys. Remember, you can text me anytime; you already have my number."

"I will. They’ll be good boys for me, won’t you?" you replied, cooing and scratching between Blue's ears. Before you could stop yourself, you added, "Be a good boy for me too, Hamzah!"

You cringed at your remark when you noticed Hamzah's eyes widen and his mouth slightly agape. "Yeah, haha, I'll, um, make you proud," he stammered before accidentally slamming the door. You heard his heavy footsteps quickly descending the steps.

As you settled in with the kittens, you couldn't help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something undeniably charming about Hamzah, and the idea of getting to know him better was exciting. Red and Blue, sensing your calmness, snuggled up to you, their warmth a comforting presence.

You glanced around the room, taking in the little details of Hamzah’s life. The minimalist décor, the scattered cat toys, the way the light filtered through the windows—all of it told a story of someone who was caring, thoughtful, and perhaps a bit lonely.

As the day wore on, you found yourself looking forward to that coffee date, the possibility of discovering the person behind those warm brown eyes, and the gentle way he cared for his kittens.

[quokkie]

haiii idk if you saw the most recent podcast episode BUTT hamzah said he likes it when people sit/stand on him and it literally made me have to do a lap around my room, can we get a one shot of face sitting pretty please 😞😞😞

taste so sweet

cw: face sitting, oral (f. receiving), porn w no plot.

sorry chat this one was short and kinda bad😔 had to throw in a lil side profile cuz big nose = insanely good pussy eating skills

MDNI

"now, sit back and relax, i wanna take care of you." hamzahs eyes light up at the suggestion, and he leans back against the pillows, watching you with lust-filled eyes as you position yourself above his face. "what are you thinking of?" he asks "i think you know, very well" you say, lowering your pussy onto his mouth.

he doesn't need any further encouragement. he dives in, licking and sucking at your swollen clit while you ride his face “taste so sweet, baby”. you moan loudly, your head thrown back in pleasure. his strong hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you.

you move your hips in time with his tongue, grinding yourself against his mouth. the pleasure builds quickly, coiling tight in your core. "oh fuck, i’m so close," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his curls. hamzah hums in approval, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to feast on your pussy.

you cry out his name as the orgasm washes over you, your body trembling. hamzah laps up your juices, extending your orgasm until you're a quivering mess. you collapse onto the bed beside him, spent and satisfied. he turns to face you, his eyes shining with love and desire, you lean in for a kiss, giggling.

God ur in love with him

[freak4hamzah]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Safe Travels, pt. 1

-one-shot

bf!hamzah x fem reader

scene: You have been visiting your home country alone for a month, and you´re meeting Hamzah at the Canadian airport to catch the next flight to Curaçao!

a/n: First time doing a one-shot arhh, its kinda messy but bear with me pleasee + to all my native Canadian readers yall gotta pretend to have a different home country or smt my bad

tw: one sexual joke,,, not nsfw but pls be 18+

Part 2 coming soon

NOT PROOFREAD

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ after landing..

I exited the plane after an 8-hour flight back to Canada after a month of visiting family at home. I’m meeting my boyfriend and my friends at the airport, and we are leaving straight to a weekend trip to Curaçao. That's an 8-hour flight from home PLUS a 10-hour flight from Canada in less than 24 hours.

I send a message to Hamzah to inform him that I landed safely while leaving the plane, and as soon as I exit the jetway I hear Hamzah calling my name and I look up to find him smiling at me. I grin and carefully jog up to him trying not to spill the opened can of diet coke in my hand. He was wearing a red beanie, black sweatpants, and one of the few hoodies of his that I hadn’t yet stolen from him with his headphones placed around his neck. He brings me into a hug and I stay in his embrace for a sweet while until he kisses my head.

“Finally.. you look so pretty” he said while flashing a genuine smile and looking down at my outfit.

“So do you baby, where are the others?” i ask and he takes both my hands,

“I told them to watch our luggage in the lounge so I could get some alone time with you before the flight” he answered while looking into my eyes, not realizing himself how cute that sounds. He kisses me and motions for me to let him carry my bag, which I gladly do.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He holds my hand and we walk to the gate to grab a quick bite. We sit down using this opportunity to catch up, even tho we have spoken over the phone every day for the past month.

We stroll around the tax-free for a while until ultimately deciding to meet the others in the lounge and finally board the plane.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷boarding the plane..

I boarded the plane for the second time that day with Hamzah following right behind me with all our luggage. He places his backpack in the overboard while I get seated in the window seat.

“Do you want me to place your bag too, babe?” he offers while looking at me for an answer

“No, it’s fine ill have it under the seat in front of me so it’s easily accessible” I reply giving him a tired smile. He takes my bag and gets seated beside me and places it under the seat in front of him.

“Your legs are longer than mine, I’ll have it in front of mine so it wont get uncomfortable for you” I say reaching for the bag until his hand stops me.

“Let me give you the princess treatment you deserve y/nnn, I haven’t been able to for so longgg” he begs with a frown on his face. I flash him a defeated face as I let go of my bag, too tired to quarrel with him.

The plane takes off and lean my head on Hamzah's shoulder, feeling myself doze off...

[croucify]

✶ STARGIRL — hamzahthefantastic x reader

007 ✶ Party Monster

stargirl masterfile – next – previous

SUMMARY: hamzah has a crush on a youtuber who's always out and about and slushies see their relationship progress on social media! (smau)

DISCLAIMER: reader is a brown haired girl and for some pics that aren't faceless, i'll be using olivia rodrigo cause i love her and she’s filipino like me hehehe

for y/n @ynlnupdates

It's been rumored that Y/N is hosting a party tonight and has invited multiple of her friends. My DMs are open for any photos or videos you have from said party <3

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user222 BABES hamzah just posted a pic of her in his story

↳ user791 the way he's got the biggest crush on her and he's so open about it omg

user086 oh my gosh im so excited for all the pictures

user345 all she does is party bruh and she fr playing wit hamzah's feelings

the music was blaring loudly in the bar and different colored lights were being flashed. you were going around the bar, greeting all your friends and meeting people they brought to the party with them. behind you was hamzah, you had his hand in yours as you walked around and you would squeeze his hand to see if he was doing alright.

you two were together almost the whole night, stuck to each other like you were attached by the hip.

until your mutual friends arrived and split you guys apart. he was occupied by them all night while you were hosting the party and catching up with your friends.

at some point, you were looking around the bar for him, feeling incomplete without hin by your side and suddenly, you bump into him.

"oh my god hi," you said, a soft blush rising to your cheeks.

he was about to speak when another one of your friends called out for you and pulled you away from him. you mouth sorry to him and he just smiles at you.

the whole night, hamzah was on your mind. he was on your mind when you did shots with your friends, when another boy flirted with you, when you danced, anything. when hamzah saw you on the dance floor with another guy, he felt himself tense up, avoiding you the rest of the night.

it had felt weird. you two were just friends right?

right?

as the night was slowly coming to an end, whenever your friends bid goodbye, you insisted on coming with them outside until they got into their ride.

when the bar was empty, you made your way towards hamzah who was sitting on one of the stools with a drink in his hand. you took a seat beside him. he was quiet and you were too though he could see you from his peripheral vision.

your head was in your hands, hamzah calling for the bartender you had hired and asked for water.

he taps your shoulder and your head shoots up slowly, he opens the bottle then hands it to you with a small smile. you feel your stomach doing backflips before smiling at him and taking the bottle.

"thanks," you tell him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"wanna go now? i'll drive," he tells you but you shook your head.

you got off your stool, pulling it closer to his before sitting on it again. you place your head on his shoulder and a hand on top of his. "let's just stay here for a while."

hamzah felt nervous, biting his lip to hide his smile but fails. he was glad you couldn't see him. then right after, he wraps and arm around your waist, hand fiddling where your top ended.

you had fallen asleep in hamzah's arms after a while then he drove you both back to the air bnb, him wiping your makeup off before letting you get changed into your sleeping clothes.

"night hamzah, you're the best." you said softly as he tucked you in your bed.

"good night."

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tiktokroom Y/N spotted getting cozy with TikTok star, Vinnie Hacker at her party last night. Could a romance spark between these two? 👀

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user628 no fucking way

user001 hamzah & y/n all the way bro

user372 told yall she was playing with hamzah's feelings

slushyfan noooooo

user123 thought she was dating hamzah???

user555 @ynln girlll wake up

it was the next day already and the first thing hamzah had seen on his phone was the news that came out about the girl he was in the room with.

martin had texted, asking if it were true and he had no idea what to answer. after all, he saw them dancing together last night.

who's to say she didn't have anything feelings for the guy?

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LMK IF U WANNA BE ADDEDDD!!!

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hamzahthefantastic.zip

fic flags! 🍪 fluff / 🍦smut / 🍡 angst

blurbs

calling hamzah your “friend” - 🍪

“if a girl walks up to you…” - 🍪

stream hype - 🍪

podcasting - 🍪

one shots

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[tokischaaaaa]

si las más puta' son las más fina'

!hamzah x !reader

summary : in miami, the reader is @ a club, hamzah is there and just got kicked out for fighting a guy. he obviously isn't in the best mind, while sober, however, the reader goes outside to check on him since moments ago they exchanged glances from a distance multiple times.

warning! : smoking mention, cursing, smut

word count! : 1.2k

"y/n, come here, let's take a shot!" your friend said, obviously hammered already. you waved her off, looking around for the curly-haired boy you had been exchanging glances with, but he had disappeared. for some reason, when you were dancing and met his eyes, you felt less overwhelmed by the blasting music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"i'll meet back with y'all, i just wanna check something," you whispered to one of your slightly more sober friends. she nodded, and you started to walk toward the exit before being stopped by the dj queuing your current favorite song, "fina" by bad bunny.

you groaned and continued outside. "this mysterious cute boy better be worth it to skip a bad bunny song," you muttered to yourself.

as you finally got outside, you saw the boy from before sighing while looking up at the sky. "here goes my attempt at rizz," you thought, cringing to yourself.

"pretty ugly tonight," you sneered. the boy looked at you and gave a small grin. "yeah, sure is, a shitty one too," he groaned, his voice numb and emotionless.

"okay," you said, rolling your eyes. "that dude beat your ass and your aura. damn, couldn't be me," you added with sass. you couldn't believe you had even left the safety of your friends for a boy who kept making eye contact with you. scoffing, you started heading back to the club's entrance, but were halted once you heard behind you,

"least i'm not dressed like a slut," the stranger said.

too irritated to respond or say something witty back, you felt embarrassed that out of all the people in the club, he had caught your attention. you waved your hand at him, signifying that he could go fuck himself.

as you were about to enter the club, you felt a strong tug on your wrist. assuming it was a homeless man, you jerked your hand away, still looking at the entrance, trying to get in as quickly as possible.

"no, please, though, i'm sorry, i should've controlled my tongue."

"that is not a homeless man," you sighed to yourself, turning around to face the stranger from before.

"what do you want now, bruh?" you groaned, now just wanting to get away from this jerk.

"just to hear me out," he sighed, his head hanging low.

"okay, you have a minute, that's it," you said, looking up at the dark blue sky.

the stranger started explaining what had happened, causing him to slip up and call you a slut. "so, as i was saying, the dude i got into the fight with was this frat white dude who kept saying he'd slip it into you before me. i wasn't saying that or even suggesting that. i'm assuming he got that from seeing you and i exchange glances."

after the stranger finished his sentence, you felt tears welling up. maybe it was the tequila shot you took an hour ago, or the curse of insomnia rubbing off on you and your fatigue starting to settle in.

"oh my god. this makes so much sense, thank you. i'm sorry you got kicked out of the club," you said, quickly wiping any tears that attempted to escape your eyes.

"it's no problem. it started getting boring in there; all the music was becoming the same," he scoffed.

"boring? do you hear what they're playing now?" you cried, surprised he couldn't hear "fina" playing. you grabbed his wrist and ran with him inside the club. once inside, you felt a pair of familiar hands around your waist. you began to slowly grind on him, seeing if you could get him to calm down. he let out a moan that only you and he could hear. you slowly looked up, seeing the stranger making sure the security guards couldn't see him.

"me gustan las suciería', baby, how 'bout you? tengo el bicho afeita'o y cabezón como caillou besito' en el cuello, besito' en el toto"

as the music got louder, you took his chin and brought it down to face you. you brought your noses together, then your lips, and your hands all over each other's bodies, exchanged names, called each other dirty names, then shared a taxi, and finally ended up in a hotel bedroom.

"yo soy tu bambino, tú eres mi villana vamo' a hacerlo hoy porque nadie sabe lo que va a pasar mañana ey, por la forma en que me chinga, a veces pienso que me ama, ey"

he now had your tit in his mouth, his dick inside of you, and you were kissing all over his head, praising him and urging him to get rougher. you started to feel a knot tie inside of you.

"hamzah, please, i'm gonna finish soon," you moaned as a bead of sweat fell onto your tit.

he nodded, stopped sucking your tit, and repositioned himself to support his next move. he raised his torso and began to grind his hips in a circular motion. your moans became clearer and louder with each circle hamzah made.

you released all over his cock, your orgasm accompanied by his release of cum inside you.

you collapsed on his stomach. "no sé qué tú me hiciste, mami, que me tiene' loco," hamzah said, quoting the song. a large grin appeared on your face. "you do like the song!" you exclaimed with the remaining energy in you. he nodded with a grin. moments later, both of you were passed out on the hotel bed.

two weeks later

"mandy, but it can't be that. i don't think i was unsafe," you said.

"y/n, listen, you and the girls were at a club a few weeks ago. did anything happen there?" your friend mandy asked. a blush appeared on your face. you tried to hide it, but it was too late; mandy was giggling her ass off. "yeah, that's what i thought," mandy said, bursting out laughing. "listen, let's go to my place. i have some tests there," she said, putting her arm around your shoulder.

"oh, what would i do without my dear nurse mandy," you scoffed.

once you arrived at mandy's apartment, you said hi to her boyfriend, martin, who was busy doing something on the computer. you followed mandy to their bathroom, took the test, and handed it to mandy. you were too nervous to see the result. "mandy, read it to me," you said sternly.

"okay," she said, taking a deep breath. mandy looked down and saw two lines on the test.

"guess who can file for child support from bad bunny!" mandy said, laughing her ass off once again. you went up to where mandy was to examine the test to see if she was right.

two lines.

"shit," you groaned. mandy cleared her throat and stopped laughing. she embraced you in a hug. "we'll figure it out, y/n, trust me. but now, let's get you some water," mandy said, leading you to the kitchen.

as mandy got out some cups for the both of you, you looked at mandy and martin's couch and saw a person there. you went up to mandy and asked who the stranger on the couch was.

"oh, that's hamzah, martin's friend."

you nodded before realizing the familiarity of that name.

"mandy, why is my name in your mouth?" hamzah groaned, facing you.

"shit," came out of both your mouths simultaneously.

~ fin(a)

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tokischaaa speaks: heheheheeheehheehheheehehh, hows yalls summer? <3

also lmk if you want me to make another part cuz idk what to do wit this one lol

[noobsoconfusing]

oddly specific but comforting things that remind me of the slushy noobz:

martin: warm soggy oatmeal, stepping on water while wearing socks, mayo sandwiches, diary of a wimpy kid, vine compilations, waking up on a rainy morning and skipping school, tv static, ipod era, pillow forts, a warm microwaved meal after coming from school, a lonely parking lot late at night, eating in the car, very early car rides to nowhere, sundays after 5pm, the very first shot of heroin, a really bad acid trip, bubblegum flavoured toothpaste, mcdonalds sprite, coming out of the pool and eating a club sandwich, rainbow loom trading, napoleon dynamite, lactose intolerance, the feeling of when you think you failed a test but actually barely pass, awkward first crush, humidity stains on walls, warm delaware punch, reading a suggestive fanfic for the first time at 11 years old, laughing till it hurts.

hamzah: watching youtube while eating, finding a friend group, sweaty hands, sleeping naked under the covers with cool weather, cinnamon scented candles, cold dr pepper, aqua teen hunger force, mtv, a hug from a loved one when most needed, a badly rolled blunt, dipping cookies in freezing cold milk, being on a bus, favourite music full volume on headphones, supermarket air, shivering wet dog under the rain, stan twitter 2015, laying on the floor just because you want to, shower after a hot day, discovering your favourite song for the first time, warm soup, editing on videostar, jailbreaking a chrome book, creepypastas, cartoon network late at night, the annoying orange, a walk in the woods, discovering true love, being loved back, mashed potatoes, sleepovers, stale cake, the smell of burnt toast, buttered bread, realising you’re not alone.

martin & hamzah: feeling like you belong somewhere, little miss sunshine, crying of laughter, owning your first place, being paypalled, regular show, brotherhood, a nice hug, realising your home is a person, feeling understood for the first time after thinking you were weird. realising you’re weird, reciprocal love.

>_<

[citr0us]

Hamzah

One Shots (Shorts Stories)

Friend Next Door

Headcannons

Hamzah as your boyfriend

NSFW ALPHABET

Hamzah as your bestfriend

Others

Your camera roll as hamzah girlfriend. -part 2-

[bearambles]

hi!! i’m bea and i love writing and was thinking of starting to write fics. i already have a hamzah fic in the works !! so here’s a quick list of things i’ll write and won’t write, etc.

feel free to send requests!!

WILL write:

- fluff

- one shots

- smut

- headcanons

WON’T write:

- cnc (i will always have the characters outwardly ask for consent)

- incest

- hard kinks

- anything with minors

Additionally, here’s a character list i will write for!

- HamzahTheFantastic

-Luke Castellan

-Peeta Mellark

-Finnick Odair

-Mike Schmidt

[drunkonhalloweenn]

I WANNA WRITE A HAMZAH ONE SHOT WITH THIS SONG SO BADDDD. i feel like its hamzah coded in a way😅😅😅😅😅

SUE ME IM SORRY

[onlinesuzie]

♡ hamzah’s late night whispers pt. 2 ♡

words: 1.2k

genre: fluff

summary: cuddling with hamzah

notes: hi guys!! i hope you love the second part, taking a small break from writing again so i’m sorry if i haven’t done your submission yet!!

☆

Hamzah had been coming over more frequently, often with the excuse of needing your help to edit his videos. Tonight was no different. As you sat side by side on the couch, you focused on his laptop, meticulously reviewing the latest footage he’d shot with Martin.

The living room was had a warm glow from the lamps casting gentle shadows around the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound as you worked, a comfortable silence enveloping the two of you. Hamzah handed you the laptop, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment before he leaned into you, letting out a sigh.

The unexpected closeness made your stomach flip. The weight of him against you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, brought a sense of peace that you hadn’t realized you’d been missing without him. There was something so intimate about the way he nestled into you, his body fitting perfectly against yours as if he belonged there.

As the minutes passed in this comfortable stillness, Hamzah shifted slightly, his head resting on your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, each exhale slow and steady, a quiet rhythm that calmed your racing heart.

After a while, Hamzah lifted his head slightly and looked up at you, his eyebrows slight furrowed as his brown eyes attempted to read your expression. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Is this okay?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty. You realized then that he was referring to the way he was lying so close to you, and his arm moving to rest on your stomach.

You felt your heart in your throat at his question. You smiled warmly, your hand gently brushing through his hair as you reassured him. “Yeah, it’s more than okay,” you replied. The sight of him so close, so open, made your breath catch, and without thinking, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, your lips brushing against his soft curls.

Hamzah stiffened for a brief moment, and you felt an awful wash of worry—had you crossed a line? But just as quickly, he relaxed again, his body melting back into yours. You pulled back slightly, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t mean to—”

Before you could finish your apology, Hamzah pushed himself up slightly from your chest, just enough to meet your gaze. His dark eyes, half lidded, locked onto yours, and you could see his eyes almost sparkle in the dim lighting. He seemed to be searching your face, as if trying to gauge your feelings, to see if this was as important to you as it was to him.

“I liked it,” he admitted quietly. “You can do it again if you want.”

His words stunned you. The sincerity in his voice, the softness in his eyes—it was that combination that made something inside you melt. You couldn’t think about anything but how handsome he looked, his dark curls slight array from moving around, falling onto his forehead. His lips were slightly parted as if about to say something, but all you could do is look to his lips and then back to his eyes again. You thought of their shape and how they would feel on yours.

You didn’t hesitate this time. Leaning down once more, you pressed your lips to his gently. Hamzah’s eyes fluttered closed, and he sighed softly into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin. The kiss was soft, unhurried—filled with a warmth and affection that had been building between you since that first night you played with his hair.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingled in the small space between you. Hamzah’s eyes opened slowly, and he looked at you with an expression that made you feel relieved.

He leaned in again, capturing your lips in one more brief kiss. His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin as if studying your reaction.

Then, with a contented sigh, he curled back into you, this time nestling his head into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him instinctively, pulling him closer, his warmth spreading through you. The feel of him so close, so utterly at ease in your arms, made you lightly hum to yourself.

As Hamzah settled against you, his body fitting perfectly against yours, you found yourself playing with his hair, your fingers threading through the soft curls in slow, soothing motions. The repetitive motion was calming, and you could feel him relax even more into your embrace.

For a long while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other. The soft scent of Hamzah’s cologne filled your senses, mingling with the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Hamzah’s head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, his arm tightening around your waist. Your hand continued its gentle journey through his hair, each stroke encouraging a soft, contented sigh from him.

It was in these small moments, the quiet intimacy of simply being together, that you realized how much this had come to mean to you. This closeness—it was something that had grown naturally between you, all the late nights he would turn up at your house with his laptop, just to catch him staring at you over the screen.

Hamzah’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours finding comfort in the warmth and safety of your embrace. You squeezed his hand gently, a silent promise that you were there, that this was real, that whatever was between you was worth holding on to.

There was no rush, no need to define what this was—just the simple, undeniable fact that being together like this felt right, felt good, felt like you and Hamzah.

As the night continued, you felt Hamzah’s breathing slow, becoming softer, more rhythmic, signaling that he was on the verge of sleep. You pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, feeling the soft curls brush against your lips. He hummed softly in response, a small sound that made your heart ache.

“Is this okay?” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Hamzah nodded against your neck, his voice drowsy and filled with warmth. “Yeah, it’s perfect,” he murmured. “Don’t stop.”

You smiled, your heart swelling at his words, and tightened your hold on him, pressing another kiss to his hair. The moment felt so natural, so right, that all your earlier worries and uncertainties melted away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

As Hamzah drifted off to sleep in your arms again, you continued to play with his hair, your fingers brushing through the soft curls in soothing, repetitive motions.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, letting the peacefulness of the moment wash over you. The gentle weight of Hamzah in your arms, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body against yours—it was all you needed.

[4drianaaaa]

hey It’s adri 🕷️

a little bit about me;

I’m 20, latina, ENTJ-T, and tgc & slushynoobz enthusiast

req rules;

will do: fluff, one shots, smut (depends!), and angst!

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materlist;

Slushynoobz:

sub Hamzah = Hamzahthefantastic - nsfw

bf Hamzah = Hamzahthefantastic- sfw

just the two of us = Hamzahthefantastic - nsfw

Skin 2 Skin = Hamzahthefantastic - nsfw

generous = Hamzahthefantastic - sfw

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FREE PALESTINE 🍉🇵🇸❤️‍🩹

[freak4hamzah]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when you storm out on him after a fight - text imagine bf!hamzah x reader

summary: you walk out of your shared apartment with hamzah after a fight: attempted angst lol

a/n: first post kinda nervous :p i tried my best to portray him as protective without sounding possessive pls lmk how i did <3 this was also supposed to be a one shot but I was too lazy to write a story behind it lmao

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[seraphicdaydreamer]

Hamzah | Absorber

Summary: seeing someone who always had his heart after a long time was an overwhelming experience.

Warning: mentions of mental health issues, kissing.

A/N : My very first one shot. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Slowly but surely, her arms began to give out. Her whole body began to give out as she had been struggling and squirming in his tight embrace for the past ten minutes.

Hamzah snaked his arms tighter around her small frame, pressing her against him. Her helpless squealing didn't stop him. Niether did her chest rising up and down from the heavy breaths she took. Every inch of his muscular body was firmly pressed against hers. His sweet and soapy cologne was beyond intoxicating. It took from her strength and ability to think straight.

Her nails dug into his back and gripped onto his shirt. But she soon began to accept her defeat as she felt like he wasn't going to let go anytime soon, and she had to go through with it.

But she tried to challenge him.

"Tighter" her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear as he wasted no time moving his arms. Another gasp left her mouth, tho it felt impossible to breathe. Maybe if she asked for more he'll let go.

"T-Tighter" his arms yet again tightend. This time squeezing all the breath out of her. She began to feel like she was being suffocated. "Mmmhhh-" she let's out a weak moan "-ha-mmzah... let go.. please" she begged. "Hamzah....please"

The gasp of breath she took once his arms loosened felt like heaven. He slolwy let her go, and she took a step back. Her breaths turned into short, hiccupy ones as she began to get chocked up. Her eyes begin to glisten and well up with tears.

Seeing this, his dark eyes immediately turnd soft and doe. "Baby I'm so sorry" he apologized "I haven't seen you in so long and I-I know it's hard for you to process but I've missed you so much- please- try to understand- I would never try to hurt you" he continues to rant.

She did understand. And she loved it even if it's hard for her to process physical contact. It's like she had a love-hate relationship with physical touch, holding hands, and human contact in general. Her past mental health issues led up to her being hypersensitive to physical affection as it makes her feel overestimulated. Feeling every inch of his warm, strong body all at once was overwhelming somehow.

Yet she understood how tempting it is for him as she always got close enough to breathe the same air as him, close enough to kiss him, but she stops half an inch away. It was so frustrating.

But seeing her for the first time after three months of her hiding and distancing herself from everyone, he couldn't hold back. She was quite shy and kept everything to herself. She barely said two words every day, and that's how much it took a toll on her.

Hamzah looks down, shaking his head slightly and feeling dissapointed in himself. "I'm sorry" he said softly "you should go. You shouldn't be around me"

Her brows knitted into worry some as soon as those words left his mouth. She watches him as he sighs and sits at the edge of the table.

She felt her stomach sink. She didn't mean to make him feel this way. Even tho this was their rules. Rules that had to be obeyed until she learned to properly process physical contact with someone, he wouldn't hug her nor kiss her. Even if she did initiate, he couldn't reciprocate. That's what he has been told by her closest friend.

But seeing him feel this way about himself, she couldn't bear it. He was such a kind-hearted person beyond words could explain. He always tried to do right by people and was always a good person.

She shook her head tho no words left her mouth. Taking a step towards him and stood between his legs. Her tiny hands rest on both sides of his face, and she forced him to look up at her. Concern and worry some written all over his face. She pulled him in, closer and closer, until their lips touched, barley. It took her a second as her lips parted to take in a shaky breath and take his bottom lip. Softly, lightly, sucking on it. To which he let's out a soft hum. The amount of control she has over him had him losing his.

Tongue brushing under his lips she gently sucked on his bottom lip. She pulled away, his lip stuck between her teeth and her fingers grip onto his curls . She awakened the beast in him that could take her right here right now for the rest of the day and the whole night, but he knew he had to hold back for her. He had to be careful with her. She was sensitive. And fragile, so he had to take good care of her.

She stared down as his glistening red lip, and she looks back up to his eyes.

"I'm sorry" he whispered "I'm so sor-"

"Shut up," she whispered back, shaking her head a little before kissing him on the cheek. Another one on the corner of his lips. Her kisses traied to his jawline before she pulled away.

She surprisingly handled herself very well. Ironically, she had him weak to his knees.

"I love you"

The only words his foggy mind could think of at the moment, feeling her soft fingertips on his face.

"I love you so much"

Very surprised at hearing himself say that. But it felt so right to do so. And felt so easy coming off his chest.

"And I love you, Hamzah"

Nothing felt as more releving as hearing her say those words back to him. Even if she took a step back just to get herself out of his embrace, feeling herself being overstimulated and hazed.

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© 2024 seraphicdaydreamer. Do not copy, edit, or translate.

[krickmanphoto]

Shot on Nikon D600. My friend Ridwana zoomed in on her eyes. Eyes are the windows of the soul and can see straight to someone's inner child. This is her being useful. (She gave me consent to take this picture and use it in my project)

Shot on Nikon D600. My brother faining to be asleep after I took his photo an impressive number of times. He's joking with me, but there is an air of childish mischief and calmness there. (He gave me consent for this photo to be taken and to use it in my project)

Shot on Nikon D600. Not only can people be youthful, but places can too. This is Playa Negra in Cahuita, Limon province, Costa Rica. The beach is one of the most playful places I know. The waves are tricksters, and the sand is comforting to play with. One of the few places you will always see people have fun.

Shot on Nikon D600. My roommate eating pizza on her computer. There is nothing more like college students than eating junk food late at night and doing homework. (She gave me consent to take this picture and use it in my project)

Shot on Nikon D600. My brother jumped when I asked to photograph him. It's like he's at a party, but it's just excitement and acting youthful. (He gave me consent to take this picture and use it in my project)

Shot on Nikon D600. Another use of space to portray 'youth'. The mosquito net showers the room in an airy white that is almost magical. I can vividly imagine a little kid playing out a fairytale in this room.

Shot on Nikon D600. My friends Malya, Hamzah, and Steven (from this class). I asked if they wanted to be photographed, and they got up and did this. The jumping and the excitement emulate youth. (All involved gave me consent to take the picture and use it for my project)

Shot on Nikon D600. Again it is my roommate with pizza, but this image is in color. We were just goofing around when this photo was taken, but I think that's the appeal of including this picture in the assignment. We are just kids having fun, and what's more 'youthful' than that. (She gave me consent to take this picture and use it in my project)

Shot on iPhone. Hands about to light a cigarette outside, illuminated by a strange red light. This is the rebellious side of youth. (consent was given to take the picture and use it in my assignment)

[tokischaaaaa]

might write a hamzah one shot tn 🤫 i wanna give a go at this 😩💋