MASTERLIST🛸
( im def not established enough to have one of these)
MIKE WHEELER
smut
neighbours
classroom
filthy
good girl
fluff
the great escape
commitment (not fluff i just dk where to put it)
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NASA
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH
Not today Justin
Mike Driver

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tannertan36
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occasionally subtle

Love Begins
taylor price
EXPECTATIONS
Cosimo Galluzzi
noise dept.

roma★

pixel skylines

Game Changer & Make Some Noise

oozey mess

seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Chile
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil

seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Argentina
seen from Croatia
seen from Burkina Faso

seen from T1

seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from Türkiye

seen from Japan
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye

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MASTERLIST🛸
( im def not established enough to have one of these)
MIKE WHEELER
smut
neighbours
classroom
filthy
good girl
fluff
the great escape
commitment (not fluff i just dk where to put it)
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
girl give me some soft dom hamzah im starving
tonight is slow. soft, lazy touches. the kind that make you ache more for him than the rough stuff ever does.
hamzah’s lying back against the pillows, bare chest glowing warm under the low light. his hands rest on your hips as you straddle him, thighs trembling, his cock buried deep inside you. the stretch still makes you gasp, no matter how many times he’s been inside you before.
“that’s it,” he praises. “just like that. take your time.”
you press your hands to his chest, rolling your hips slowly, breathless at the way he fills you so perfectly. his hands roam up your sides, thumbs stroking softly over your skin.
“hamzah,” you whimper, half-desperate, half-pleading. your thighs already burn, your whole body heavy, worn out from the first orgasm he pulled from you not too long ago.
“i know,” he coos, sliding a hand up to cup your face. “you’re tired, huh?”
you nod, lower lip caught between your teeth, broken little noises escaping your throat.
“but you’re doin’ so good,” he whispers. “think you can give me one more?”
you shiver, heart skipping a few beats in your chest. “y-yeah. i’ll try,” you whisper, voice trembling.
“atta girl,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss to your ribcage.
your thighs are shaking now, your muscles tight and trembling as you try to keep a rhythm. every little rock of your hips has you gasping, the pressure of him inside you overwhelming.
you slump forward, burying your forehead in the dip of his shoulder. his hands graze your lower back, slipping down to cup your ass and guide your movements when you falter. you whimper, fingers squeezing into his shoulders, eyes wired shut as you chase after pleasure.
“can’t- can’t, hamzah,” you pant.
“shh, i’ve got you,” he whispers. “you can. just a little more. i’ll help you.”
his hips lift from the bed, slow and steady, matching your pace, his cock stroking deep inside you. you sob his name, fingers digging into his skin almost painfully.
“fuck, that’s it,” he breathes, a groan slipping from his throat as your walls flutter around him.
he shifts under you, one hand slipping between your bodies, fingers sliding down to where you’re stretched around him. the moment he brushes the tips of his fingers against your clit, your whole body jolts, a gasp tearing from your throat.
“easy,” he soothes, voice low. “i got you.”
his fingers move in slow, steady circles, the light pressure making you squirm, your hips twitching. the overstimulation burns - but it’s swirled together with pleasure so sweet it makes your eyes roll back.
“hamzah - fuck, s’too much,” you moan, thighs trembling around him.
“i know, baby, i know,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw, his free hand tightening on your waist, keeping you grounded. “you can take it, just a little more. wanna see how pretty you cum for me.”
tension builds unbearably fast, your breath hitching with every slow drag of his hips, every stroke of his fingers. you bury your face in his neck, whining brokenly, your body trembling as the second orgasm crashes into you in an uncontrollable wave.
it’s a blinding, white-hot rush that tears through you, makes your eyes wire shut and your legs squeeze around his hips. you moan his name into his skin, hips bucking, your whole body clenching down on him so tight it drags a low groan from his chest.
“god, you’re so fuckin’ good for me. so perfect.” hamzah breathes out, holding you through the aftershocks.
you’ve gone nearly limp in his arms, gasping for air. he kisses softly along your shoulder, his hands stroking your back in slow, soothing strokes.
his fingers tangle gently in your hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at your scalp, making you melt deeper into him. “you did so good. took everything so well, huh?”
you let out a small ‘mhm’ in response, clinging to him, heartbeat pounding at his every word.
he shifts slightly, one hand trailing down to knead at your thighs, working the tension from the muscles he knows are aching. “so fuckin’ proud.”
a/n: i’ve been busy the past few days so i’m just gonna start clearing out my drafts until i can write again :,)
xoxo giulia
SAY IT
— you need hamzah to talk you through it.
FRAT BOY ARTHUR LIVES !!!!!!!!!!!!
if you see me getting manipulated by a dirty blond ghost boy with a questionable backstory, leave me alone, i’m where i want to be.
girls will look at a man and say “he’s just misunderstood” as he murders people
this is me with tate langdon