garden of twighlight

WEB ME UP

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>js a little imagine of Spider-Man Hamzah hope yall like <33

“who would’ve thought after all these superhero movies we’d finally have one here in Toronto,” I said looking over at the news on the flat screen that was propped up in my best friends room.

A chuckle came from my childhood best friend, Hamzah. He shifted in his seat, grabbing the remote, “yeah well he’s alright.”

I whipped my head towards the unbelievable sentence that exited Hamzah’s mouth. “You’re kidding right? Spider-Man is the freaking coolest! I mean have you seen that clip of him stopping that car going 80 miles per hour, li-like it was nothing,” I exclaimed leaving Hamzah smiling at my love for this neighborhood hero.

With a light sigh I got up from my spot next to Hamzah, grabbing our empty beer bottles making my way to the kitchen.

“Wow y/n didn’t know you were that obsessed,” Hamzah teased watching as my white tank top rid up my waist.

With a clink I threw out one the multiple bottles, waving around another I added, “listen all I’m saying is I’d let him web me up.”

Shrugging my shoulders I closed the garbage can, unaware of the red tint that creeped up Hamzah’s ears. His eyes were widened with both shock and allure, he’s never heard your words be so flirtatious for Spider-Man. I mean it’s not like he’s given you much leeway for this topic, since he’s remained secret for almost 9 months now.

Still getting the ropes for this vigilante persona, Hamzah figured it’d be better if he was in control of this curse before he dumped it on you. And with a new villain to defeat almost every week, the last thing he’d want is to put you in danger. Then the world would really see what he’s truly capable of.

So for now, Hamzah’s willing to bend over backwards to ensure that this secret remains hidden.

time skip

With a grunt I tossed my phone onto to my bed, frustratingly drying my dripping hair, attempting to keep my patience from slipping away from me.

“Ugh, this is the third time in the past two weeks that he’s bailed. I mean seriously, you know what it’s fine. Just fine,” I console myself slipping on cotton shorts and a baby tee before starting my skin care routine.

Hamzah had texted me after my shower that he wasn’t going to make it to tonight’s movie night because “something had came up.” These past couple of months has been rough, a strain was brewing in your friendship. It felt as if he was putting up walls, never once in the entirety of our relationship had we ever hid ourselves from one another. But, now with all of his sudden behaviors I know he’s hiding something, I’m just not sure what exactly.

Not worrying too much though, I am determined get to the bottom of what he’s hiding. Lost in my thoughts, I was ripped back into reality from hesitant knocking coming from my window, this is a shocking moment as I’m up on the sixth floor.

Before I could even begin to imagine the frightening assumptions, I see a familiar face.

I walk up my window, unlocking it with shaky hands, “Hamzah?”

A dopey smile tugged at his lips, “hey, mind if I come in?”

I silently nodded too focused on his bruised lip accompanied with a small gash atop his eyebrow to notice his outfit.

Hamzah slips inside with ease, shutting the window to allow his back to brace against the cool glass. His curls were messy and frizzy but somehow framed his face in an enchanting manner, his sharp jawline though bruised purple was clenched as if the pain was of no effect to him.

Looking into his warm honey eyes, that were illuminated with only my small lamp on my desk, he remained as beautiful as ever.

“What happened? I’ve been texting you,” I spoke softly maintaining eye contact that still not wavering from the moment he knocked.

Sighing he runs his hand through his curls, amused that your eyes refused to move anywhere else. Utterly unaware of his get up. Chuckling at your concern, I tilted my head in irritation. Finally taking a step back, glancing down I now notice the dark blue and red latex that enhanced Hamzah’s physique.

I blink once, twice..no he cannot show up to my house, come through my window, bail on me three times, leave me on delivered for hours, look that devilishly attractive and expect me to just forgive him.

“Where the hell have you been Hamzah? So what you’re Spider-Man and now you think you can just bail on my three times these past two weeks,” my voice truly held no bite but damn was I gonna bark.

Hamzah was taken aback by your outburst, but was quickly brought back with the flush heating your cheeks. Smirking as you continued to ramble, “I mean seriously, I don’t care what powers you have I will still whoop that ass Hamzah.”

Taking a step back from Hamzah’s large stature that was looming over my exposed body, I refused to give into his gaze.

“Yeah?” Hamzah pushed. Slowly urging you to keep going finding your ‘anger’ enticing, his latex feeling tight as ever.

“Y-yeah..you have no right to show up and with no explanation whatsoever. I have half a mind to push you out this window myself,” I say as my breathing becomes more shallow and heavy. Feeling my back up against my bedroom wall, my lashes flutter before I attempt to maneuver away from Hamzah’s solid frame.

Barely catching a breath, Hamzah snatches my wrist from my effort to gain distance. Pulling me closer his palm burning into my skin, I let out a breathy laugh, “what are you gonna Spider-Man…web me up?” I whisper.

Something snapped in Hamzah, something primal and dark, itching to let loose. In one swift motion, my body is bouncing from impact, my back flat against my soft floral comforter.

I let out a gasp, my breath caught in my throat from pure shock and excitement. Before I knew it Hamzah was on top of me, his dark eyes saying something that only I could decipher. Leaving my thighs clenched and my heart pounding.

“You know what maybe I will,” Hamzah’s raspy voice grazed against my neck, his sharp teeth nipping at my skin.

My eyes flicker shut at this feeling, tilting my head back to allow further attention.

He canines sink firmly into the cusp of my neck, growling at my whine.

My shorts meet contact with Hamzah’s skin tight latex, leaving little room for distance between our bodies. Grinding against him, craving any and all friction I can muster.

I feel him chuckle just beneath my ear, his massive grip moved from my waist up to my throat, holding tight enough to keep me in place.

“P-please,” I cry out.

Feeling him smile, “please what baby?”

I groan in anticipation, he knows exactly what I want, but like always he knows how to pull it out of me.

“Need more please,” I sigh in exasperation, hips bucking up begging for something more.

Determining your pathetic response enough , Hamzah straightens up taking in your quivering body, burning it to his memory to revisit later on his patrols.

Hamzah drags his heavy palm from your neck to your chest, all the down to your inner hips. Just barely rubbing his thumb from where you desperately need him.

Bucking up my hips once more to signal my want, Hamzah moves his thumb just as quick humming at my whining.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He smirks, his gaze lustful, relishing in this moment.

Unable to take any more of this torture, I decided take matters into my own hands, reaching down into damp shorts. But before I could create any remanence of pleasure, my wrist was snatched away.

Hamzah’s eyebrows were furrowed, his lips in a tight line, and his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might break it.

Tightly holding my wrists above my head, I hear a thwipping sound, registering what he had just done I put all my effort into separating my arms. Struggling even with all my strength, I realized my actions were futile.

Hamzah watched as I groaned and thrashed under his body, knowing no amount of strength will break his webbing fluid. The corners of his lips tugged upwards at this.

As much as he loved to watch you struggle, his aching below was becoming unbearable.

With ease he ripped my tank top, then roughly pulling off my cotton shorts. My black lace panties sticky.

I gasp at his strength, never had I seen such brute power, my lower region pulsed at this.

“Fuck. Look at you, so beautiful,” Hamzah said running his latex fingers over my body, the rubbery sensation had my body arching for more.

Swiftly removing his suit, unable to contain himself any longer, desperate to feel your body against his.

In just his briefs, Hamzah kisses up my thighs, inching closer and closer, till finally he kisses my clit over my lace panties.

I moan in response, which has him continuing his work. Rubbing, kissing, licking, sucking until I’m quivering beneath his tongue.

“I-I can’t, hamzah I’m gonna…f-ffuck,” I cry out. Riding out my high, I see stars, but Hamzah’s only begun.

Freeing his cock, slapping it against my sensitive cunt, I shudder in response.

“Fuck, so sensitive baby” he bites his lip pushing his tip in and out. In and out.

“Think you can handle this, y/n?” Hamzah groans rubbing his thumb against my swollen clit.

I nod furiously, “yes. yes, please I can take it,” I whine.

Hamzah smiles in satisfaction, his heart swelling with pride.

He pushes in slowly, letting me adjust to his girth. We both moan in relief, after years of tension and months of hiding, we both finally caved in. And was it just glorious.

Hamzah picks up his pace, watching as your tits bounce, the bulge in your stomach from his pounding, and your eyes roll back. He swears he could die in this moment and leave with no regrets.

The webbing securing my wrists together only egg me on closer to my climax, powerless against Spider-Man’s wrath.

Moaning out in pleasure, Hamzah moves his palm from your tits back up your throats, having the entirety of his hand nearly covering your frail neck.

The tips of his fingers squeeze against the sides of your neck, cutting the circulation off enough to have your head dizzy.

I bite my lip till I taste blood at this, Hamzah’s hills begin to stutter and his thrusts are now sloppy.

“Cmon baby, cum for me,” Hamzah grunts nearing his release, dying to have you guys come together he pounds into your cunt harder.

My throat is now scratchy from the noises Hamzah is pulling from within me.

“Oh Hamzah I’m almost there,” I squeak, gripping on his wrist.

And with his final thrust we both let go, his head dropped down to my shoulder, lazily pumping me full.

I whine his name, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling so full.

Both catching our breath, still pumping in ever so slightly, I let out a giggle.

Hamzah chuckles picking up in head, his curls stick to his forehead and his body glistening.

“What?” He smiles.

“You plan on getting this off of me anytime soon?” I tease holding up my wrists that were still held together by his webbing.

just a little imagine that I wrote in 20 mins since I saw Hamzah, Martin, Mandy, and Claire at that sally concert. if you guys like this maybe I can make a part 2 but eh idk so enjoy !! also I didn’t proofread so if there’s any mess ups pls ignore, thanks !

It was my first concert alone in this new city, itching to finally let go after the trials of moving. Shaking out my blown out hair, spraying some last spritz of perfume, and grabbing some last minute essentials, I took in your own reflection. I was wearing a black mini skirt, a cropped pin striped halter top the buttoned up, my favorite black boots, and I decked myself out in my gold jewelry. Taking one last glance, I was more than satisfied, giggling excitedly I grabbed my keys leaving to see one of my favorite artists.

“Right here is fine, thank you!” I replied to the uber driver, exiting the car walking up to the entrance. Already seeing people walking in, feeling the bass in my feet, the strobing lights provided the perfect atmosphere to have some fun. Nodding along to the music, I shuffled through the packed arena to the bar.

“Hi can I please get a redbull vodka?” I yelled over the noise.

“Sure thing,” the bartender replied getting started on my drink. I turned around bracing my back against the bar, taking a look around trying to find the stairs up to the upper level where my seat is.

“Redbull vodka,” the bartender said handing over my drink, I gave him smile saying my thanks before heading over towards the stairs.

Brushing past people who were already drunk, I finally find my row, I walk in with ease as people were still mingling before the show starts.

Taking sips of my drink, I felt the buzz slowly growing. The dj began to play some of my favorite reggaeton songs, swaying my hips to the music. The lights began to dim, letting the crowd know the show was going to begin shortly. People starting shuffling to their seats, my heart picked up when i glanced over to the bottom of the stairs. I glanced down to see who was coming up the section, but before I looked away I saw a really cute guy coming up. He had platinum blonde hair with his darker roots grown in, he was wearing a graphic hoodie with some black jeans. He was surround by two girls and another guy, I assumed he wasn’t gonna be in my row so I looked away taking a sip. Still dancing to the music, I closed my eyes simply enjoying the moment.

“Martin shut up, I’m going,” I heard a voice say, peeking over to see who was coming to my row, my heart stopped. It was the blonde guy and damn was he even cuter up close.

I cleared my throat, pretending not to see him walking closer, still swaying my hips, I took a big gulp of my drink. I felt his presence, like a thick fog surrounding me I couldn’t help myself but to look over. He ran his hand through his hair, before I could fully look away, his brown eyes met mine. I quickly looked back towards the stage as if I wasn’t just caught staring at him. I felt him lean down slightly but the girl with short hair next him brought his attention to his other friends.

The lights dimmed fully, people began to cheer when *fav artist name* stepped out.

“Woooo,” I cheered from my seat raising my cup. I heard the blonde and his friend cheer too. The opening song started, singing along to the lyrics I forgot about all the troubles since moving to this new city.

The concert was nearing the end, I almost forgot about the cute guy standing next to me.

I heard him arguing with his friends, “no guys, I don’t wanna be weird.” Laughter coming from his friends and more hushed arguing before I felt his body bump into me.

I gasp almost falling over, but I was held up by a strong hand on my waist. I looked up meeting his piercing gaze, his hand burned against my skin.

He quickly removed his hand to scratch the back of his neck, “I am so sorry, my friends were being stupid and pushed me,” he smiled slightly.

I giggled looking over his shoulder to see his friends pretending not to listen, “it’s alright besides I was waiting for an excuse to talk to anyways,” I squinted my eyes smiling up at him.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked down at me.

“Yeah, my name’s y/n and you are?” I introduced myself leaning in slightly.

“Y/n huh? That’s a pretty name, I’m Hamzah,” he complimented me, reaching out for a handshake.

“Thank you. Oh uh looks like your friends are ease dropping right now,” I giggled.

Hamzah shut his eyes sighing, looking over we saw his friends laughing but quickly turning their heads to face the opposite direction.

We laughed at them, but before we could continue our conversation the lights came back on and people started to exit the arena.

“Hey uh me and my friends were about to go to this bar not too far from here, I was thinking you should come along?” Hamzah bit his lip in anticipation of my response.

I smiled a slight blush crept up my cheeks, “are you sure I don’t wanna intrude on your night,” I asked in case his friends weren’t cool with some random girl they just met.

“Nah they’ll be alright don’t worry, plus I’d really like to get to know the cute girl I bumped into. But if you’re not down I’d totally understand, I won’t be butt hurt,” he said gently.

My Theory about Waddles/Soos❔🐽

Okay so there's been all this talk on gravity falls tiktok about how Waddles is possibly the one variable to ensure Dippers and Mables survival, since according to the book of bill they only survive once.

We all know that during the "the time travelers pig" episode in season 1 both dipper and mabel say, "everything is different now" when mabel wins Waddles and when Dipper wins Wendy that creepy ass stuffed animal. Not only does this episode have so much foreshadowing, I really think Alex Hirsch has written Waddles and Soos's characters to be intertwined. So when Blendin gets confronted by Dip, he confesses that he was sent there to retrieve a series of anomaly, and I think that was waddles/soos and not Dip/Mabel like they assumed at the end.

now stay with me yall, Ik this kinda sounds far fetched but I'm rewatching this show for the thousandth time so when Alex dropped the book of bill its making me connect even more dots. So with that being said I'm still organizing this theory, but Id rather let whoever cares to read this stream of consciousness then have it eat my thoughts :)

So back to Waddles, he literally be talkin to Mabel with so much self awareness. For instance, he straight up says Mabel when he sees her for the first time, he also runs away when they first go back in time cause maybe he knows they won't survive if he's not there(also could be far fetched but I think Alex but every detail in this show for a reason), he also repeats Mabel when she says "time curse," he also says "thank you" to dip when he returns back to Mabel, and much more. And has anyone ever noticed that his birthmark on his side kinda looks like the rift that Ford contained in season 2. Every sentence of dialogue in this episode hints at the fact that waddles being in their lives is not a mistake!

Now onto how this intertwines with Soos, I truly think his character is silly and goofy for a reason just like waddles to keep Dip and Mabel's childhood intact.

Because imagine realistically living their lives at 12 years old, witnessing what they did without a Soos or Waddles. INSANITY !

When Blendin goes on the barrel ride Soos tells him to take off his tool belt because it might go and "fix something." While Soos claims to watch it like a hawk he quickly puts it down paying it no mind, and I think that was written on purpose. Maybe he's working with waddles to keep the kids safe, just like he says during the s2 ep11, "my new mission now is to protect the kids." I don't think that's a coincidence. Waddles is Mabel's soulmate platonically and i lowkey that goes for dip and soos in a way(the pterodactyl bros). This way both twins have a separate support system besides each other that way they don't toxically co-depend on each other like the way Ford and Stan did. They're learning to make sacrifices for each other to keep balance instead of turning on each other bc they're scared to lose the other twin.

Also that whole ongoing bit that soos is the side character, is clearly hinting at the fact that he is also one of the reasons why the twins survive. The parallels between Soos and Waddles is so obvious, mirroring each other when they 'eat their way out of stan/the summerween trickster's stomach.' Helping both the twins and stan their the importance of holding onto the joys of childhood. Maybe that's the only way to keep them alive?

Another note I took was that Waddles was separately walking around the neighborhood in his costume while the kids were trick treating. (it was legit one frame that i accidentally paused, the time stamp is 8:48) I think he was protecting them, like Mabel said, "he has very important meeting to attend to!" Now I think waddles popped out of Stan's stomach to hint at Soos defeating the trickster, there's also more dialogue that hints at the fact that this timeline is having a series of anomalies changing the timeline for once in comparison to all the others in which they die.

There's way more examples of this like Waddles and Soos swapping bodies; Soos being the only one Bill can't really possess. But again this theory is still in the works. I just hope yall understand what im piecing together !

If you have any other additions to this please let me know and also please be respectful !!

okayyyy so i'm obsessed with him🤷🏽‍♀️ god his honey blonde curly hair that i jus wanna pull on and that drop dead smile OH LAWDDD i cant.....

ugh I love this idea, its fulfilling my 2014 dream !!

"Babeeee," your bf of 2 years calls your name to the kitchen island to take a look at his amazon cart he has pulled up. You leisurely walk up to him, his eyes still fixated on his scrolling, "would you be down to film a video with me for the channel?" he asks gently knowing y'all's privacy is important, but you're always eager to be involved in his workspace, knowing how much it means to him. However you shrug your shoulders to be normal, "yeah im down," you smile before taking his green grape right before him and popping it into your mouth with a devious smile. "y/nnn nooo I was eyeing that one the whole time," hamzah fake cries. You giggle as he chases you around your shared apartment, filled with laughter when he caught you by the waist, throwing you over his wide shoulder, "baby let me down!" You attempt to say with a serious voice, but clearly failing knowing you could never be mad at him.

It has now been a couple days since Hamzah has asked you if you wanted to film, unsure when this was going to take place as the details were the last thing on your guys' mind in that moment.

Heading back home after running a couple errands with hamzah, it's a warm sunny day you guys had just exited the elevator, your apartment door just down the hallway.

"still can't believe you chose a alligator over a gorilla babe," you said again giggling, something he never failed at making you do.

"listen ima strong swimmer what can I say," he joked as a dug out his keys from his camp pants, only two doors down.

"is that the package?" hamzah squealed.

"the package?" you asked quizzically setting down your coffee down on the kitchen island.

"yeah remember how I asked you if you wanted to film a video, well this is the video." he says holding up the box.

"okayy totally not ominous at all. Im gonna change ill be back then we can open up whatever is in there." you said already stripping off you're clothes. Changing into a black loose off the shoulder t-shirt and pink cotton shorts, you step into the living room seeing hamzah already set up, just fidgeting with another camera. The sun was setting giving you a beautiful view of your bf in his element with the sun shining on his face and curls before it tucks away for the night.

You take a seat on the sofa next him, "you're so handsome," you whisper, he looks over at you with the sweetest smile, before giving you a forehead kiss.

"wait a minute...the chapstick challenge?" you laugh a you hold up one of them.

Hamzah eagerly nods and starts recording, "welcome back slushies, today we have a very special guest, my oh so lovely girlfriend. And you guessed it were doing the chapstick challenge. However this is for the patreon because you guys pay 5 bucks a month to see such exclusive content." he winks making you roll your eyes. You pick up the blindfold that has been used multiple times. Before you even got the chance to hold it up to him, he takes it from your hands and leans in to return the favor. Giving you a whiff of his cologne, grunting a little as he makes sure the blindfold won't slip off.

"okay first one!" he says holding it up to the camera, of course applying it like any boy known to man. You feel his breath on your face, then a gentle touch around your neck making you melt into his grip, earning a smirk from him. Your lips part when you feel his lips against yours, completely forgetting about the challenge. Your hands find his curls as you pull him closer. He groans as he grabs your wrists, "cmon baby wats the flavor?" he whispers in your ear loving how needy and plump your lips already look.

"fuck h-hamzah i dont know..one more time?" you say scooting closer to him making him chuckle.

"okay one more," he says reapplying again before giving you another sloppy kiss making your heart jump. Again not focusing on the flavor but how wonderfully he dances his tongue with yours.

"answer." he demands.

Your chest is going up and down from the lack of air, your heads all fuzzy, you merely say the first one that came to mind. "vanilla?"

"ouch baby, wrong. Its strawberry," he teases making you take off your blindfold in defeat.

"whatever hamzah, my turn," you say leaning over his lap trying to pick one as he blindfolds himself, although hamzah decides to peek underneath since your ass is on display over him. how could he not?

"okay ready?" you ask going back into your position, hamzah quickly pulls the fabric down and nods nonchalantly. You attempt to show the camera, but you're not a professional like your bf so you give up and just apply it on your lips. You give him no warning and place a gentle peck on his lips leaving it up to him how much he wants to take, his large hand is rubbing up and down your waist.

"fuck this is hard. c'mere." he grunts as he grabs your waist pulling you to straddle his hips. You don't even have a chance to react before he attacks your lips again, you moan at the contact. After a few more seconds you pull away, "wat flavor?' you ask as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

"cherry." he says without question leaving you in shock at his miraculous guess.

"fuck you." you say crossing your arms. "dont be mad maybe you'll get it right ur turn." he taunts. Without leaving his lap your vision is gone again, but more quickly this round he just goes for it. A heated makeout session breaks out, you grind against him to gain more friction making both of moan, every touch from him feeling so much more heightened.

"hamzah please..m-more," you whine. You try to take off his shirt to speed up the process as you're too needy, but he just gives you a tsk before constraining your wrists behind your back with just one hand. Leaving his dominant hand to hold your chin in place so you can just barely feel his lips graze yours, "so needy my love." The nickname making your heart warm and your lower region ache for him. "i-i can't..hamzah take this stupid thing off me," you pouted but it only made him hornier.

"i don't know i think i like seeing you all flustered," he teased as he caressed your cheek making you lean into him subconsciously. "fine just touch me." you attempted to regain control.

"tsk where are your manners baby?" he said tightening the grip on your wrists making you bite your lip. You leaned in a little, "please hamzah...pretty please?" you sighed. Unknowingly he was blushing uncontrollably but thankfully for the blindfold, he kept his composure kissing and licking your neck, leaving hickies without a care in the world. You continued to grind down on him the friction giving you some relief, but not enough for hamzah. He rips of your shirt as well as his, slowly lowering you down on the cushion beneath him. You shimmy out of your shorts, as well as hamzah hearing him curse quietly. You feel him come back onto the sofa back in between your legs where he belongs. Caressing your body taking in your beauty, all ready for him just waiting for his permission. He begins to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, down to your hips, right to the inside of your pretty thighs. Your body is on fire, the stimulation is heightening every single touch, making you buck your hips towards him. Just for him to hold your hips down, so instead you go for his curls and give it a tug making him groan. "Keep your hands to the side, don't make me gotta tell you again." he warned. A whine left your lips but you reluctantly obeyed, he continued his slow pace until he reached your pink panties. Kissing your clothed clit, taking his sweet fucking time, "fuck please please," you begged. Hamzah finally slid off your panties, and began to work his magic, you back arched into him letting out a throaty moan. His long and thick fingers pumping into you at a rough pace, and don't the forget his tongue licking and sucking on your clit. "oh-fuck ha-hamzah i'm gonna...gonna," you could barley get your sentence out before he pulls away entirely. Without warning he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, leaving you in doggy, all exposed and wet just for him. You arch you back even more, dripping onto the cushion, your feel his tip slapping against your clit, you gasp. "so fucking pretty. all mine. hm?"

you nod drunkenly, "yes fuck all yours," he smiles as your response. You feel him push into you, both of you guys letting out a moan. With no hesitation he pulls out then back in because as much as he wants to pound into you he knows you still need to adjust. After a few more gentle strokes, he picks up the pace now gripping onto your hips. "more s-shit more hamzah." He wastes no time pounding into your needy cunt, and to your surprise he gives you a slap onto your ass. "a-ah fuckk," you moan in delight. Normally the sex was a little more gentle and loving but this time was pure fucking lust and you couldn't be happier. Hamzah picks up on how much you loved it so he continues the rough manner. Flipping you over your back and taking off your blindfold, with him still inside you he's still pumping in you. Instead he takes the fabric and ties it around your wrists, his cock so deep in you. "much better, miss your pretty eyes," You blush even though he's still slowly pumping in you, too shy to respond, you just pull his chain to you with your tied up wrists to give him a passionate kiss.

His hand finds its way to your neck giving it the pressure you need to make your head all fuzzy. "Fuck i'm almost there," he grunts looking down at you, his skin glowing from the sweat. "me too b-baby," you barely get out. A few more thrusts and both of you become undone, he drops his body weight onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

it is absolutely your job to get this man worked up, something about the way he stumbles over his words, how his cheeks flush, and refuses to keep eye contact for longer that 5 seconds.

Hamzah was doing a minecraft video with martin, already having more than enough footage for next weeks upload, yet continuing to just mess around. You texted Hamzah to come to bed 30 minutes ago and he claimed to be coming, although still giggling with martin. You huffed has you got outta bed, you hair wavy from the bed head, in an old matching black set underneath hamzah's huge white tshirt that was barely covering your ass. You shuffle out your shared bedroom, "hamzah" you quietly whisper. He quickly mutes, telling martin to give him a minute. The desk lamp illuminating his silhouette, you rub his shoulders making him groan, "sorry babe i'll come to bed in 10." You lean down your lip right by his left ear, rubbing your hands softly against his chest, "hamzah baby i need you..in bed now" you slowly whisper as you leave peppering kisses on his neck earning a whimper from his lips.

"oh fuck. okay okay okay hold on hold on," he says frantically as quickly unmutes and tells martin goodbye. Immediately spinning around and not making eye contact, going straight for the bedroom. You laugh throwing your head backs as you realize why his hands were in front of him. "hamzahhh i didn't even do anything to yet."