Sandy

Martini bias 🐚 18

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Welcome!

Hey guys! Just a girl who’s in love with hamzah !

About me:

꩜ She/her, you guys can call me Sandy, Black British (sorry). Feel free to talk to me in my inbox about anything and everything, and any ideas y’all have, requests are open!

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Hope you guys enjoy what I write! Ok byeeee

[mopslusher]

Lick The Wrapper

NSFW

You were supposed to be watching the movie, the both of you. It was surprising because Hamzah had actually picked this one, and strictly told you not to peel your eyes off the screen for a single second or you wouldn’t have ‘understood it’. And you listened, watching the screen intently, the movie roping you in with the tense scenes and dramatic booming soundtrack. Although, Hamzah wasn’t. He was watching you.

He watched the way the light from the tv reflected off your plump lips, the way it made your eyes sparkle in the darkness of his living room. The way your body looked, seated on his couch in your skimpy vest and short shorts, something comfortable for you but purely distracting for Hamzah. Your soft, thick thighs practically spilling out your shorts while you were sat, the way your plump pussy disappeared between your thighs. But he didn’t want it to disappear, he wanted to see it in all its glory, fuck this shitty film.

You could see him from the corner of your eye, and when you noticed him, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on you. You turned to him with a heavy huff. “What?” You asked with a brow raised, your tone harsher than necessary.

Hamzah stared into your eyes for a while, not answering. You could see the cogs turning in his head, his lips parted you could hear him breathing, almost as if he was slightly out of breath, which would be strange considering you had both been sitting on the couch like potatoes for a solid twenty minutes.

“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?” You said with a slight laugh, shaking your head as you turned your eyes back to the tv screen, his gaze was almost too intense for you to handle. It was the piercing gaze he had when he was angry, when he was lost in his own thoughts and day dreaming, or when he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

Fortunately, you knew exactly what this particular look meant, the way his lip twitched into a smirk as he watched you turn back to the tv, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh from where you sat, his touch fuelling both you and him. “You just keep your eyes on the screen, yeah?” He murmured, suddenly moving your legs to lay across the couch, and he kneeled between them. “Well that’s kinda hard when you-“ you began your eyes meeting his as you adjusted to this new position , but was quickly cut off as he shushed you.

“Eyes on the screen” he commanded deeply as he positioned his head directly above your clothed pussy, his heavy hands resting on the insides of your thighs, gently pressing down and spreading them wider. He scoffed, shaking his head at the sight of your skimpy, tiny ass short shorts, no panties on, of course. You knew what you were doing, and he couldn’t be blamed for what he was about to do to you.

Your eyes glanced down to where he was between your legs, hearing him scoff your brows furrowed, opening your mouth to say something. Until your words got caught in your throat, feeling a sudden concentrated warmth against pussy through the fabric of your shorts. You could feel the material of your shorts getting damper, sticking to your bare pussy lips. You sat up to get a better view, only to see Hamzah licking continuous stripes along your pussy through your shorts, like he was restricting himself from what he could have.

You watched him, again and again he ran his flat tongue over your clothed pussy, so achingly slow it was making you frustrated. He glanced up momentarily as he heard you groan out of frustration from his torturous teasing, an almost sly look in his eyes like he knew you were going to question him.

“Say it” He commanded gently as his eyes left yours, his warm tongue returning to tease you through the thin material, applying just enough pressure over your sensitive clit it forced you to roll your hips against his mouth. “Fuckin say it y/n” I grumbled. He was pushing you, he wanted to specifically hear you ask to get your pussy eaten, because you knew damn well he didn’t need any permission.

"I want you to eat my pussy" you mumbled making yourself cringe and making him smirk at the way you couldn't even keep your eyes on his as you said it.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He smugly said before swiftly tugging your shorts down, exposing your pussy that glistened with arousal, practically screaming at him for some form of contact. Hamzah glanced over to the Tv for a split second as his mouth got closer and closer to your bare pussy, you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over it.

"Look at the screen, this is the good part" were his last words before he dived in. Safe to say the movie was quickly forgotten, drowned out by the sounds of your moans and Hamzah slurping up your juices, now you were watching the movie between your legs. Besides, it was much more interesting watching him devour you like a starved man than whatever was playing on the TV.

Everyone thank lil Wayne for this

[mopslusher]

Hey yall I’m backkkk if anyone gives a gaf. Kinda got uninterested in slushy noobz for a bit BUT the virus runs through my veins so I was always gonna come back. Hamzah fic coming out realllll soon, luv u all xxxx

Plus, SEND ME IDEASSSSS!!! NOTHIN IS TOO FREAKY FOR ME!!!

New fic out already

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This is a very serious post so please, if you can read it fully. I dont have a huge platform but i wanted to use the platform to help myself now. Me and my bestfriend decided to leave our homes for personal reasons and at the moment were homeless. i have a 1 minute post up on tik tok to maybe get into the creator fund but this really was a last desperate resort, please share it to your friends if you can. i also have a cashapp up i would appreciate if yall could interact with the video at @k4cal.elli

God bless you all and i hope you never end up in a situation like this.

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[panic-at-fazbears]

slushy noobz fanart!

… only good part of this is martins shirt but oh well.

[bigbrowneyess]

how morning will look when I'm free

[mopslusher]

SORE LOSER

NSFW

Hamzah was raging. Seething. How could he lose the fight? How? After all the hours of human labour he did to get to this point, torture almost, just to get here and lose. No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right and he had to do something about it while the adrenaline was still pumping through him. Or maybe it was pure anger that began to consume him, pure anger that he tried his hardest to cloak as the camera curled around him, capturing every angle of the rage that began to bubble beneath his seemingly calm surface , his tongue poking his cheek as he tried to keep himself in check.

You could see right through his act as you sat pretty in the crowd, watching his eyes darken as they announced the true winner, seeing the disappointment transform into rage right before you, his eyes clouding with a dangerous glint, there were no signs of acceptance of his loss. You could tell all he wanted to do was get out of there as fast as possible the way he began to fidget, he was getting frustrated.

He was determined to win something, anything. He didn’t care what it was. He wasn’t resting his head on his pillow that night with only a loss hung over his head, he didn’t want the loss to linger, to play on his mind like a broken record. He couldn’t live with that. No. He needed to win something and he needed to win it today. That’s what you were here for, his eyes zeroing in on you sitting in the crowd, tuning everything else around him out. You knew that look all too well, his stare was heavy, piercing. Words didn’t even need to be exchanged for you to understand.

It’s why you were patiently waiting in the back of your own car, you had promised to drive Hamzah home after the fight. He had texted you “meet me in the car in 10”, after his essentials had been checked after the fight, and from that alone you began to say your goodbyes to everyone, giving some lame excuse as to why you were leaving so early. You sighed, staring out the tinted window. It wasn’t a sigh of annoyance that he was taking longer than 10 minutes, no. It was a sigh of realisation that your shit was about to get completely wrecked by this man as he approached you, walking with purpose, intent, you swore you could hear his heavy footsteps from inside the car.

Your heart sped up at the sound of him pulling at the handle, a small part of you hoping he would walk back into the venue and take his anger out on someone else, the other part mostly exited to be treated like a ragdoll. Oh well, the door was open now. For the first few seconds all he did was stare down at you in complete silence, his eyes slowly and shamelessly running over your outfit. It was wild how fast your hands became clammy and damp, your cheeks burning up as you shifted under the weight of his gaze. My god he made you so nervous.

You gulped. “So…how are you feeling?” It was all you could think of at the moment, your lips thinning in an awkward smile. He scoffed, kicking at the ground a smirk on his face.

“I didn’t come here to talk about the fight” his voice was rough, deep. He enunciated every single word. You could feel the vibrations of his voice in your pussy. His movements were slow and calculated as he ducked his head to enter the car, forcing you to back up and lay across the backseats his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned up on your elbows.

The car shook when he closed the door behind him before he moved his thick beefy arms to either side of your head as he knelt over you, his eyes clouded with darkness, an incredible juxtaposition from his usual soft gaze whenever he looked at you. But he didn’t want to look at you really. Not tonight anyway. He needed something to pound and destroy, missionary just wasn’t fitting enough. He kneeled up, flipping you over without a word, not even a kiss.

The way he manhandled you only made your panties soak even more, his hands roughly pulling down your leggings and panties in one motion, a wide smirk spreading across his face at the sight of your plump bare ass before him. All you could hear was the hefty rhythm of your own heartbeat ringing through your ears , trying to psyche yourself up before he ruined you before the sound of him unzipping his pants caught your attention. You gulped louder than intended.

“You ready baby?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I need to hear you say it” he practically growled, he was already getting impatient, he had you ripe and ready right in front of him and he was horny and angry. And a sore loser who just lost a boxing match. You were an outlet right now and he was about to reach his limit for how much he could bottle inside.

“Yes, yes im ready” you answered. But were you? Were you really? By the looks and sound of it you weren’t. Definitely didn’t seem like it when you practically squealed when he pushed his fat tip into your tight hole, your toes curling from the stinging pain. It didn’t hurt for long, it never did as the rest of his thick dick entered your wet creamy pussy, your eyes rolling into your head.

He didn’t have any mercy tonight. None at all. The way he fucked into you, grunting loudly with one hand firmly wrapped around your neck, the other gripping tightly onto your ass that already had a pink hand mark printed onto it, he was taking it all out on you. And you loved it, you loved getting slutted out like this in your own car, mouth open and strings of shameless moans dropping from it, your eyes squeezed shut as your sensitive cunt got continuously pummelled, juices dripping onto your car seats but neither of you cared for now.

Trust he already had you quivering and twitching beneath him in the first twenty minutes , but he wasn’t done yet. And if he wasn’t done then neither were you, no room for arguments on that the way he gripped your hair, firmly pulling it back as he leaned forward so your lips could meet in a sloppy kiss as his dick twitched inside your warm walls, filling you up with the warm substance for the third time now, you could feel him smile through the kiss. This was his happy place, and you loved making him happy.

Windows foggy, seats sticky and car shaking, your soft ass recoiling off his pelvis with every thrust giving him the round of applause he wanted but didn’t get from the crowd he had just left. You were clapping for him and only for him. This was the win he wanted. This was the only win he needed, to be able to fuck his beautiful girlfriend like this was better than a lot of things, and it definitely meant more to him than winning a boxing match, and he knew that now.

From completely seething to content, he was happy now. After cleaning you up and peppering your sore body with sweet kisses, he somehow manoeuvred your sleeping body into the passenger seat, driving your car home with you completely knocked out, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he glanced over to admire your sleeping form. 1-0 to Hamzah.

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“Hamzah and Claire are like brother and sister!” “Hamzah is a weirdo for dating Claire!” “They’re just friends”

…keep in mind the age gap is only three years… they both grown….we read imaginary smut about this man…pls give it up 🙏🏾

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Once again cos some slushy’s are doing far too much

[giuliannna]

any words on hamzahs story 😭

nope

[mopslusher]

Realest shit I’ve seen all day

[leiasproductions]

hamzahthefantastic X shy reader ! ROLLERSKATING WITH HAMZAH

・❥・ disclaimer/ cringe but cute. Fluff.

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Hamzah shows up at your house. He’s dressed casual, with dark wash baggy jeans and a grey hoodie. He’s wearing a gold necklace with your initial. It’s a regular outfit, but when you step outside and hold onto his hand, as he turns to look at you with his big eyes and permanent soft grin, you can’t help but turn away from his gaze.

“Baby… look at me,” Hamzah says low, putting his index finger underneath your chin, lightly moving your face towards him.

You slowly look up into his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just y—”

Hamzah cuts you off by capturing your lips in a soft kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a little more as Hamzah holds you tight by the waist, not letting go of you. As you guys pull back, he looks at you with a smile showing all his teeth.

“My bad, you just look too good, girl,” Hamzah says as he walks you guys to his car. He opens the passenger door for you and even takes his time to buckle you up, because he has to keep his sweet girl safe.

Once you guys arrive at the building, Hamzah parks and gets out quickly, running to your side to open your door.

“We have arrived, m’lady,” Hamzah says as he grabs your hand and helps you out the car.

“Thank you,” you say, holding onto him.

“No problem, baby. You know I gotchu.”

When you two get inside the building, it’s packed—kids running around, a birthday party happening, flashing lights, and loud music. The energy makes you even more excited. You’ve never skated with Hamzah before, and you’re nervous you’re gonna embarrass yourself. I mean, what if you fall?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Hamzah asks you a question.

“Babe, what size? I’m gonna go get the skates and meet you back at the table.”

You think for a second, you haven’t gone skating in a while, so you take a guess.

“Size 8 is good.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Hamzah walks off toward the skate counter. You wait for him, watching him in the distance, already missing his presence even though he’s only like 20 feet from you.

Hamzah comes back in just a few seconds and bends down to remove your shoes.

“Hamzah, I can put on my own skates.”

“I know you can, but when you’re with me, I take care of you, yeah?”

Hamzah stares up into your eyes and rises to give you a quick peck on the lips before proceeding to put on your other skate. After he’s finished, he quickly puts his on as well.

As Hamzah hooks onto you, practically dragging you over to the skating rink, his body buzzing with excitement—if he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. As you two step onto the floor, you stumble and fling your arms onto Hamzah’s shoulders, balancing on him.

“Woah, baby,” he says, holding you tightly as he slowly starts to move you two around the floor. The red, green, and blue lights are flashing onto his face, perfectly highlighting every feature.

“Hey, look forward. I don’t want you getting hurt. You can stare all you want later.”

“Oh shut up, I wasn’t staring.”

“Sureee. So what were you doing, hm?” Hamzah questions jokingly, turning to face you. His grin is even bigger—he knows you’re shy and get flushed easily. He does this on purpose; he likes seeing you crumble underneath him.

“Hey, are you hungry? ‘Cause I am. We should get food,” you quickly say, changing the subject and skating away from Hamzah.

Hamzah catches up with you… barely. When he gets to you, his breathing is slightly louder.

“What are we getting to eat? I’m thinking pizza and nachos,” Hamzah says, pulling out his wallet.

“You’ve got good taste, that’s exactly what I wanted too,” you say, smiling as you walk up to the counter. The worker takes your order and hands you a beeper.

You and Hamzah go back to the table, sitting across from each other.

“Y/n,” Hamzah says lowly, grabbing your hands.

“Yeah?” you respond, curious.

“You can look at me now.”

You look up, locking into his sparkling eyes, and everything in the background disappears. It’s all blurry—with Hamzah in the center, in full focus. His plump pink lips glisten with a sliver of sweat, from the heat, chasing after you, and the crowded building.

Your eyes trace over his sharp jawline, the overhead lighting casting shadows that highlight his features just right. Before you can say a word, after staring at him for an embarrassingly long time, the beeper starts to ring, a blinking red light catching your eye.

“Ouu, it’s done. Lemme go get it,” Hamzah says, getting up.

You watch him as he walks away, smiling to yourself.

You’re lucky to have him.

And he’s lucky to have you.

First post kinda nervousss this is kinda bad i wanted to finish TODAY to get something out yk i hope whoever reads this likes it i wanted people to request yk ill write anything. Also i take constructive criticism 💔💔 also these dividers are by @uzmacchiato - leiasandbar

[zwlsjp]

i am SICK and TIRED of social media au’s !!!

never thought i would say this because they’re usually some of my favorites but it feels like literally every other fic over the past few months is based around ig posts and texts messages like please it gets to a point 💔💔

on that note it feels like a lot of the work in the community is so repetitive, like i understand getting inspiration from other works but whenever i read a good fic within a week theres about 15 other people using the same plot and it completely takes over the whole tag with fics that just lack diversity 😭

[mopslusher]

hii can u do a fic abt Mandy and yn pranking Martin and hamzah please 🙏🙏

Yess this would be so fun but could you be more specific?

Plus send in more requests pls guys my brains fried

[dorothyindetroit-deactivated202]

Nothing better than being darkskin

[olrazzledazzle5]

ughh I love his hair 💖

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[bublebunni]

congratulations on 1 million!!!!!

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