#cop!hamzah

[amyluvshamzah]

STOP

summary: a cop stops you and you get put in handcuffs

contains: smut, cop!hamzah, handcuffs, roleplay

its late at night and youre speeding, minding your own business when a cop is suddenly behind you. you pull over to wait for him to come up at your window.

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the cop knocks on your window, standing close to your car.

you roll it down all the way. "can i see your license and registration please maam." his voice alone has your thighs clenching. nevermind his muscular biceps.

"yes sir." you hand him the slip of paper and id. he leans down into your window. "ill be back" he winks and hes gone.

you fix your top so that your breasts are showing more.

you await him for a couple minutes before he comes back.

"so you were speeding maam. im gonna have to write you a ticket." he says, voice laced with seduction.

"oh no mr officer, please dont. ill do anything." you tease. he smirks, breathing a laugh.

"youre really bad at acting." hamzah laughs, breaking the act. you smile wide, licking your top teeth.

"you loved it. i saw you eyeing my tits you perv."

"im gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle maam." he placed a hand on his belted hip.

you step out, bending your ass as he pushes your front against the car. "oh dont be so rough officer...!" you bite your lip. he grabs your wrists, cuffing them together.

he moves you to the hood of your car, bending you over completely. he slaps your ass and you gasp.

"you must be the bad cop huh?" you joke. hamzah chuckles, hands patting down your body. his fingers almost purposely grope your tits and ass as he pretends hes doing the correct thing.

"nothing thatll poke or stab me?" he asks. hes playing his part well.

"i could ask the same thing. but i already know the answer." you push your ass against his hardened cock. it pokes your backside.

he flips you and you lean back on the hood, wrapping your legs behind him. his hands now obviously mean to grab your tits as he leans down, kissing you messily.

"fuck- you look so good in that outfit." you whisper between kisses. he kisses down your neck, grinding his hard length against your clothed heat.

"oh yeah?" his voice drops an octave. you throw your head back as he sucks on the sensitive skin. "m- mhm..." you breathe.

he chuckles against your skin. you shiver from his warm breath.

"y'know what? here." he flips you over again and tugs your pants down, ass bare. your face is pressed against the hood, your hands tied behind you.

the restraint turns you on even more.

"already soaked, hm?" he tuts as he pulls his cock out. nothing else is said as he pushes into you with one swift movement.

you gasp with a moan as he thrusts quickly. hes so deep it hurts. but it hurts so good.

"hamzah-"

"no, officer hamzah." he corrects. you scoff, "officer hamzah, it feels s'good. dont stop." you moan.

you meet him in the middle of the thrusts, moving your hips to fuck him back. he groans, a loud gutteral sound. it makes you sweat- even in the cold night air.

"so tight. fuckin' wet." he murmurs, too lost in your pussy to form a clear sentence.

"right there! oh god!" you shout as he fucks you just right. you feel it.

then a car starts to drive down the secluded road.

"shit." he mutters, pulling out to pull your pants up. he helps you into the backseat of your car, climbing in behind you.

you both laugh, breathlessly. his lips are back on yours as the car passes.

"get on top of me." he whispers, helping you pull off your pants. you climb on top of him and he holds his cock up as you slide onto it.

he arranges the handcuffs, fixing them so that your arms are in front of you to hold you up. the car is not big but it fits both of you well enough that you can begin to bounce on him.

his hands slap your ass, the lewd sounds filling the car from your combined wetness.

sinful slapping sounds.

"yeah- just like that baby. fuck!" his head falls back against the headrest.

he suddenly stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he holds you still, fucking his hips up into you.

you gasp, your orgasm building up quickly. "im gonna' cum." you whine, walls clenching around him.

"come on then baby. cum f'me." hes breathless, still thrusting quickly into you.

you tense above him, gripping his shoulder as you fall apart. his name falls from your parted lips as you cum hard.

he finally slows, letting you take a breath before hes flipping you again.

he moves the handcuffs so your hands are behind your back again.

your face is pressed against the seat, his cock pushing into your sore entrance.

you hiss.

"dont give up now baby. you got it." he says, starting off slow with his thrusts before hes eventually fucking you crazy.

you can hardly feel your legs as he pounds into you. you cant imagine how fucked this looks.

your cunt spread as your face is smooshed against the leather as he rams into you so fast youre seeing stars.

you suddenly feel another orgasm as he slaps your ass. you cum around his cock, him cumming right after you.

he falls out of you, both of you completely exhausted. he manages to uncuff you, dressing you again. the windows are all foggy as he laughs.

"i hope you learn to stop speeding now."

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little short one

copzah 😛

pls request guys im all out of carrots and sticks fr

i loveeeeee you - amyluvshamzah

TAGLIST: @hamzahshoe @hamzahslvt @babyunicorndoll @xoxo-yamil3t

[avagloom]

ik this is silly but I hope you see my vision..

[bearambles]

good girl, officer (hamzah)

words: 1.2k

warnings: piv, dom!hamzah, sub!reader, handcuffs, spit, creampie, bad writing >_<

note: the drought is over. this actually sucks so bad and i wrote it in class but erm!! here!! cop!hamzah got me out of my writing slump soooo i’ll hopefully get to requests soon. also im sorry guys its not copying over the pretty girl fic or i would have reuploaded it by now - i wont stop trying though!!

enjoy!!

cold metal presses into your skin as hamzah secures your hands behind your back. his chest inches behind you, the heat of his breath against your neck. you shiver, a small whimper escaping your lips as the handcuffs click in place and he releases your wrists from his grip.

“stay like that, yeah?” he says, his hands moving to your hips, pushing you back against him.

he’s been needy all day. the video he filmed with martin took so long and he’d been texting you non-stop while you were at work.

i can’t wait to see you baby. can’t wait to use these on you.

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you’ve never really considered hamzah to be super dominant, and it isn’t always the case. days like these though, when he pent up and desperate and eager, he takes control. uses you like it’s what you’re made for. you fucking love it.

“i asked you a question baby.”

his grip tightens on your hips, his cock hard against your clothed ass. you’re wearing a flimsy t-shirt, a lace bra, and your shortest sleep shorts. as soon as he started with his horny texts, you changed from regular clothes to these. you knew they wouldn’t be on long.

“i will.” you whisper, your face towards the wall.

he grips your chin and makes you look at him, his thumb caressing your skin softly while his grip remains firm.

“good. you look so pretty, ma.”

he kisses you then, soft and sweet, before pulling away to undo his belt. you watch as his pants meet the ground and his cock springs from his boxers. he’s so fucking thick.

after a moment though, he looks up to see you staring, and presses your neck back against the wall. your face smushed against the tile, you whimper. he reaches a hand up past your shirt and bra and slowly kneads a nipple in between his finger and his thumb.

“h-hamzah-“

“i said to stay. that means don’t move. you understand that now?”

you nod, and he moves the hand on your tit down to his length. a few strokes in, he has an idea, and moves to shove two fingers in your mouth. you gag slightly at the intrusion, but quickly realize what he wants. your tongue swirls around his fingers, and he watches.

he pushes them a little further back, until you cough and he takes them out. you pant just barely, a string of drool connecting your mouth to his fingertips. covered in spit, he moves his hand down to his cock and pumps it a few times before lining himself up with your hole.

your shorts are still on and he tugs them down with one hand. you whine and your hands go to reach for the wall, but they’re still together. he notices and reaches his free hand up to grab your wrists and bring them back down behind the small of your back.

“stop being a fucking brat.” he grins in your ear before moving his hand back down to your panties and pulling them aside. without warning, he pushes into you.

“fuck! hamzah-“

“shhhhh i know ma.”

both hands gripping your hips, he slams into you. his cock is practically ripping you in half, but it hurts so good. you whine and his mouth is next to your ear, whispering comforts that contrast his rough movements.

“so good baby. so good.” he’s just word vomiting, you know, but his words add to the growing knot in your stomach. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

even when he tries to be tough and dominant, he can’t help but praise his baby. you look so pretty, face smushed against the wall, your hair messy and makeup starting to run as your eyes water from pleasure. your pussy so fucking warm he thinks he’s gonna die.

the way you take him so well, your body fitting his like it’s what you were made to do. it felt like that in this moment. nothing could feel better than the thick of his cock hitting you deep. his hips smack against your ass as he fucks you.

“please hamzah, please.” your hands start to wriggle in their restraint, desperate to play with your clit. from the moment he put the cuffs on, you were soaked. it was starting to hurt to keep ignoring it.

“what do you need? you want me to slow down?” he asks, the second sentence coming with a halter in his thrusts and his tone a little lighter.

you shake your head and start to move your hips back against him, trying to bring back the pace he’d set.

“noooo…” you whine, and he pulls away completely.

he laughs, just taking in the image of you pressed against a wall, hands cuffed behind your back, crying for more dick.

“jesus christ. you’re that desperate huh?”

he takes the break in movement to reach down and spread your legs with his hands. he watches your core throb, pulsing around nothing, dripping slick. he laughs again, before taking two fingers and shoving them deep.

“oh my god-“ you whimper, jolting in surprise.

he keeps finger fucking you like this for a while, just watching your cunt take his fingers in like they belong there. gripping them both and dripping when you take them out.

when his thumb grazes your clit, you moan. he raises an eyebrow.

“that’s what you wanted, huh?”

you nod furiously.

“use your words.”

“yes. yes, please hamzah.”

“good girl.”

his thumb stays pressed against your clit while his fingers retract, replaced by his cock. the combination is almost too much. he’s back to the tough pace he started with, this time his fingers pawing at your clit.

“i’m so close, fuck, i’m sorry-“ he whines

“s’okay, i am too, just cum, just cum hamzah i love you i love you, fuck-“

he does.

he doesn’t pull out either, knowing you’re on birth control (and also extremely pussy drunk). In fact, he presses the deepest into you when he cums, his seed so deep inside of you that when he pulls out a minute later, it takes a moment for anything to even appear.

your orgasm crashes over you in waves and you can feel your cunt pulsing around him. he feels so good, you could cry.

he watches as his cum leaks from your cunt and his hand flies to his hair. he’s panting.

“jesus. oh my god. that was like- i’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

you giggle. in all fairness, you hadn’t fucked in a week. you both needed it bad.

“you liked being in control, huh?”

he shrugs.

“i hope i wasn’t too much. you can always say stop, you don’t have to-“

“hamzah-“

“no i mean it. like, i know we have the safe word and stuff but even if you just say stop i will and i don’t want you to-“

“hamzah, i know-“

“i know you know but i was just worried i was being too mean or something because i want to turn you on but i also-“

“hamzah can you please uncuff me!”

he stares and you and presses his eyes shut for a moment, laughing softly.

“i’m sorry. yeah. i’m an idiot.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed !

[sowhat-whynot]

Cop Hamzah!

bf!hamzah x fem reader

18+/nsfw

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Hamzah was out making a skit with Martin, leaving you home alone. Long video shoots take awhile to film so you don’t even bother telling your boyfriend to hurry and come home. You were lonely and bored, so you decide to make Hamzah his favorite dinner to surprise him, when we got home.

A while later, you heard the front door shuffling open making your smile grow. You set the mixing spoon down to greet Hamzah.

“Hi, my love” Hamzah said pulling you into a tight hug.

“I missed you” you kissed him on the lips.

“Did you?” He giggled while you nodded in response.

“How’d the video go?” You asked while resuming back to your cooking.

“Y/n the video turned out so funny! The whole thing was improv and it took one take! I can’t wait for it to be uploaded” He laughed, remembering how him and Martin were.

“Oh my god I can’t wait to watch” you let out a giggle.

“Also, I love this outfit on you. I think it’s doing something to me” You said looking at your boyfriend’s cop uniform.

“Seriously? Or is that a joke”

“It’s kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie.” You looked up at him and ran your hand on his chest.

“I’m glad you think so. You can call me officer Blumquist” he said.

You look at him, cringing a bit. “Hamzah I’m not calling you that…” you laughed.

He laughed a bit then lifted your chin up making you look at him and he slowly pulled you into a kiss. One thing you noticed about Hamzah’s kisses were that he always went kinda rough. So desperate. You love it and it only made you want him more. Your lips parted and let out sweet moans. The noises you let out turned him on so much.

“Babe, I need you” you panted.

“You’ve been bad, I see” he said keeping up with the bit.

“I’m a good girl, officer. I swear” you played along. You placed your hand gently on his abdomen and traced it down to the handcuffs that were dangling on his belt loop. You looked up at him signaled that you wanted them on you.

“I think Imma need to pat you down, you know, just to make sure you don’t have anything on you” he turned you around and started at the bottom of your legs and made his way up to your waist. His hands groped your breast making you hum in pleasure.

“I didn’t find anything. I just wanted you feel you” he whispers making you shiver.

You turned around to face him and planted kisses on his neck. You noticed his glasses and you proceeded to take them off. “Hamzah please” you begged. “I want you in me” you continued. Your bodies were so close, you could feel his erection growing hard. You raised your right leg to wrap around his body, which took him over the edge.

He snaked his hands around your body and eventually took your top off. That small tank wasn’t covering anything, anyway. He usually handled you with such care, but right now, he’s being rough. Your frail body was turned over to the kitchen counter and Hamzah bent you over a tad bit.

“Hamzah fuck me, I’m yours” you whimpered.

“Be patient, beautiful” he smirked at the fact that he had so much control over you.

Seconds later, you felt his hands fondling with your ass. His pointer fingers hooked at the waist band of your shorts and underwear and pulled them down, in one motion. You bent down lower, to give him a better view of your plump ass.

“You’re so wet for me already, darlin?” He asked as his point and middle finger played with your glistening pussy. “God, I can’t wait to feel you around me” he added. The sound of his belt buckle coming undone made your stomach flutter with butterflies. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, to release his hard cock. His tip slowly entered you making you moan his name out in pleasure.

“Fuck, y/n how are you already so tight, didn’t i just fuck you the other day?” He groaned.

He watched as his cock disappeared more and more into you. Your entire upper body gave up and eventually plopped flat onto the kitchen counter. The cold surface stings your body but your mind’s too busy on Hamzah.

You let out a moan at the satisfying stretch and his warm hands were gently placed on your lower back for reassurance. His pace quickened, with each thrust and the sound of skin clapping filled the room.

Hamzah noticed that you were struggling to keep a grip on the glossy counter, so he grabs your arms and places them on your back. He grabs your wrists and cuffs them tightly with the handcuffs.

“Ah- Hamzah! Mmm fuck” you cried out.

His head rolled back, while keeping his pace fast. “Shit…” he mumbled. He picked his head back up and watched as he pulled his cock out from you. You whine at the funny feeling but are ultimately cut off from him re entering back into you. He shoves himself into your wet pussy, earning loud and sweet noises from you. “Fuck- fuck- Hamzah harder please!” You beg as he fucks himself harder into you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he said as his large hand smacks your ass.

“Babe, I’m close! Please don’t stop” you tell him as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. After a few more deep thrusts, you release around him. You two are a moaning mess and he eventually pulls out to cum on your ass. He groaned and cursed under his breath, as he jerked himself.

Hamzah took a minute to calm himself down then he grabbed the small keys from his pocket to un cuff your wrists from the handcuffs. He knows how to properly care for you, especially after sex. He cleans you up and gently pulled your shorts back on followed by a slap on your ass.

“Ow baby” you giggle. You picked yourself up and kissed him on the lips. “I love you” you ran your fingers in his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

Hamzah smiles and zips his pants back up. You look into each other’s eyes it feels like you’re in heaven. After a while of being in each other’s arms, you tell him you made him his favorite meal, which excites him.

“I hope i didn’t burn it. Oops” you joked while placing the plate in front of him.

“Thank you for making this for me!” He said with a big smile. “You’re so cute” you reply as he makes you sit on his lap. You watch him as he enjoys the food.

You thought to yourself “he just fucked me in a cop outfit and now he’s acting like a baby”

“Are you keeping this?” You ask referencing to the cop outfit.

“Probably not, there’s no use for it anyway” He replied as he ate the yummy chicken.

“Wait! I know you want me to keep it!” he laughed.

“Freaky girl” He pinched your cheek.

“Stop! I know you liked it too” you flick his forehead.

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officer blumquist 😭😭😭😭

Srry if this is bad :p

[hamzahsbiggestfan]

ARE YOU SCARED ?

pairing succubus!reader and best friend!hamzah

⤷ summary : in a small, rotting town where nothing ever changes, except the bodies piling up. you, a cursed succubus bound by a pact you don’t remember making, hunger for more than just flesh and blood. after a tragic fire at a local show unleashes something ancient inside you, your thirst becomes insatiable. you kill, you feed, and you try not to feel anything. but hamzah does. your best friend since childhood, smart, quiet, always there hamzah has watched you slip through the cracks of who you used to be. he knows you’re not the same. he sees the blood. smells it. but he can’t turn away.

⤷ warnings : this series contains of blood, killing, cannibalism, drugs, smut, and angst, if any of those topics make you uncomfortable, i’m not forcing you to read.

PART THREE - taste of guilt

a/n : this series is flopping soooo bad but i have to continue 💔

they found the next body in the quarry.

face down. ripped up bad. cops said it might’ve been a bear. everyone knew that was a lie.

you knew because you were still full.

you sat in class, head against the window, sunlight creeping across your desk. your stomach hurt, but not from guilt. hunger did that sometimes, burned hot, then cold. you were learning to ride the wave.

behind you, hamzah sat two rows back. not close enough to touch. close enough to watch.

you didn’t look at him, but you felt it. that heavy kind of staring. the kind that meant someone was trying to figure you out.

after class, he followed you out the side door, away from the crowd. you didn’t stop. you never did.

“hey,” he said, catching up.

you lit a cigarette you didn’t want. “hey.”

he walked in step with you, quiet for a second. then:

“was it you?”

you didn’t answer. just blew smoke into the wind.

hamzah stopped walking. you felt it, his absence, like a missing tooth.

“i’m serious,” he said. “was it you?”

you turned slowly, let your eyes meet his.

he looked tired. like he hadn’t slept. maybe he hadn’t.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“bullshit,” he said. quiet, but firm. “you’re not like… how you used to be.”

you stepped closer. close enough to smell the soap on his skin. close enough to scare him, if you wanted to.

but you didn’t want to.

“you should stay away from me,” you said.

his jaw clenched. “what if i don’t want to?”

your stomach twisted. not from hunger this time. something worse.

you dropped the cigarette, crushed it under your shoe, and walked away.

he didn’t follow.

that night, you stood in the mirror, wiped the blood from your mouth, and wondered how long you could keep lying. to him. to yourself.

the hunger wasn’t fading.

and hamzah was getting too close.

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so excited for all the talented writers to cook up some hamzah cop fics 😇

today has genuinely been one of the best days this year I can’t get over all of this, new fics here, new vid and pod, and merch drop, and hamzah posted a story w a bladee song like can it get any better than this, oh and people liked my comments on the vids which is so validating

[tokischaaaaa]

“ascensor roto ;  broken elevator”

WARNING!! Contains smut, all that nasty stuff, freaky deaky shi

!hamzah x latina!reader

summary: a sudden storm traps two neighbors in one elevator, and their previously unspoken attraction rapidly escalates into a night of passion as they find comfort and excitement in each other's arms.

muy important!! : this is my first imagine or oneshot for hamzah, so take time with me pls lol. also there are some words in spanish/slang so here are the translations for yall <3,

toto → vagina, punani, clit, pum pum, etc

coño → dammit/shit 

casi algo → “maybe something”,  refers to a person you are having a situationship/unlabeled relationship with, “es mi casi algo”

fantastica → “fantastic”

sucia → “dirty”

   

fue mejor - kali uchis ft. sza

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** im too tired to proof read mb gang

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It's been a few weeks since your boyfriend broke up with you. Just yesterday your friends stopped by to try to help you get back on your feet. It was somewhat successful because today you went out to get some groceries.

As you are getting out of your car to enter your apartment you see a familiar face entering the apartment building, it's a guy you've seen here and there, he's wearing a gray shirt and some black sweats. As you stop staring at him you look for your key card, which allows the elevator to lead you to your floor, you're stumped, you forgot your key.

"Shit," you mumble to yourself, you start walking faster towards him so maybe you can use his key as a way to get to your floor. As you start walking faster toward the door of your apartment building but you hear thunder and water starts pouring very hard on you. "So much for trying to fix my hair today," you sigh. You start running towards the door and to the elevator.

Thankfully he's still there, as the elevator is about to shut he puts his hand out to keep it open. You run towards the elevator and breathe out, "Thanks a lot!" you're out of breath from the little side quest you just completed. 

He looks back at you, you feel your heart stop as he looks at you to respond. "No problem, ma." He says with a deep tone. You can't help but blush and chuckle at his response. As you get situated he slowly puts his card to the elevator, the light turns green. 

Next thing you know there's a big shove all around you and everything goes black. "Shit!" You cuss, you grab your phone and turn on the flash, you see your groceries everywhere, and the kind stranger on the floor. you extend a hand to him, he takes it. "That wasn't very hot of me," He says in a horrible rendition of Paris Hilton voice.

"Yeah, but now what? Do we call the police?" You ask, "Well, I could press the red button that calls the cops and lets them know," The stranger says before he's interrupted by a speaker supposedly in the elevator. "Residents of this apartment building, stay calm, there has been a power outage due to the storm. The power will be restored in approximately 1 hour."

"Damn, bro I just got new groceries they're gonna be fucked now." You say rubbing your fingers towards your temple. "Damn, you're loss, should've gone earlier." The stranger snarks. "Bruh, where are you even coming from, especially at like 10 in the night? You ask raising your eyebrows at the snarky stranger.

"None of your business, that's where." He says now facing you. The flash on your phone is now pointed towards his chest, he slowly gets closer to you. A familiar feeling is in your stomach and toto. "Mhm sure buddy." You say eyeing him down.

He huffs, then pushes you towards the elevator wall. your phone is now on the floor, there's no more flash, everything is based on your sense of taste and touch. 

He crashes his lips onto yours, one of his hands wraps around your waist, "take this off." he says pulling on your shirt. you quickly rip your shirt off and motion for him to do the same, he follows. You both continue to get closer, you begin to grind against his c0ck, you start to go faster and faster, getting off on his grip on your waist and the wrestle going on in your mouth with his tongue and yours. 

As the grinding gets progressively faster and faster, he stops you, you can only assume he's taking off his sweats, before you can ask why he stopped, you're turned around, now holding onto the railing of the elevator wall. He spreads your legs and slaps your ass. A loud moan escapes your mouth, and as a result, he shoves his c0ck into your toto. "How's that princessa? " he asks , leaning into your ear.

"Fantastica," you gasp, adjusting to his size. He lowers his head and starts kissing the back of your neck, his kisses getting deeper as his lips touch your skin. Before you can groan at him to start again, he slaps your ass once again and harder than before. He continues thrusting into you, every few thrusts he continues to give you back kisses. His pace begins to slow down, as he's about to pull out to cum, you grab his hand and thrust it back into you.

"Into me papi." You groan taking in all of this stranger, who knows if y'all will be casi algos or even talk again but you don't care. He's matched your freak, and you've matched his, so why not fulfill the feeling for both? 

As he finishes inside of you, you pant in exhaustion, he pulls out and gently faces you towards him. You hear him bending down and grabbing something, he places your phone and clothes in your arms gently. All that flows through your mind is, wow. You quickly put on your clothes, you can only assume he is doing the same. Before you take your phone to face the phone towards the floor to pick up the groceries all across the floor due to your sucia behavior, you feel deep kisses on your neck.

You cave in and kiss his neck too, before you step back. "What happened ma?" He asks, "What's your name bebé?" you ask him, "Oh, Hamzah. And yours?", You tell him your name, he stays silent for a few more seconds before he continues to kiss all over you. He stops once again and takes his hands into yours and positions the both of you to be sitting down, "Hamzah, you gonna tell me what you were doing out at 10 now?" You smirk holding his hand. "Nah, but if you come back to my apartment with me then maybe I'll tell you." 

Just as he said that the energy had been restored in the building. You squint your eyes getting used to the lights. As you looked down you saw your groceries everywhere, you tried to pick them up once again before Hamzah started to help you pick up the groceries scattered throughout the elevator. He placed the items in your bags, he began to hold them, "Hamzah, give them to me I can carry them." You groan, "Naaah." He smirks. Soon the elevator doors open, and Hamzah sprints towards his apartment. You have no choice but to chase him into his apartment to obtain your groceries and maybe something else...

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tokischaaa hablas!

so that was something, anyway umm lmk whta to do now. umm yeah. also to all my latina readers I LOVE YALL <3, love all yall tho too <333

also, listen to my playlist (i used it while making dis 😈)

[kazifatagar]

New: Man who tried to snatch gun at Penang police station was drunk, say cops

A 35-year-old man who tried to snatch a submachine gun from a sentry at a police station in Penang was drunk, according to Penang police chief Datuk Hamzah Ahmad who added that the man told the sentry at the Dato Keramat police station to open the door to the police station compound while uttering profanities. Social Media Links Follow us…

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I got so many hamzah cop requests 😭😭😭 & yes i will be writing them soon

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16 Januari 2018 | Pertikai Najib Masuk Kaabah, Mukhriz Tiru Perangai Biadap “Tahap Gaban” Bapa

BR1M dikata sebagai rasuah, jemaah haji 1MDB dikata sebagai tidak sah haji, orang Bugis dihina, Mufti dikata kafir dalam isu Memali dan  Hadi Awang juga dianggap kafir. Itulah fatwa fatwa Mahathir sejak berkawan baik dengan DAP dan peliwat PKR.

Mana jatuh kuah kalau tidak ke nasi. Perangai memberi fatwa “tahap gaban” Mahathir ini berjangkit pada anaknya pula. Mukhriz nampaknya sudah jadi biadab “tahap gaban” apabila boleh mempersoalkan tentang keimanan seseorang yang jadi insan terpilih dapat masuk ke dalam Kaabah di Masjidil Haram.

Dalam ucapannya semasa majlis perasmian PPBM Bahagian Setiawangsa, Ahad lepas, Mukhriz mempersoalkan keimanan Perdana Menteri Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak yang baru-baru ini diberikan keizinan oleh Allah SWT untuk masuk ke dalam Kaabah dan masuk ke dalam Makam Nabi Muhammad SAW ketika mengerjakan umrah. 

Mukhriz menuduh Najib masuk ke dalam Kaabah dan dibenarkan masuk ke dalam Makam Rasulullah adalah sebagai satu propaganda. Habis itu bapa dia dulu masuk dalam Kaabah itu apa pula? Propaganda juga kah?

Teruk sangat tahap politik “boboi” ini, sampai sanggup pertikaikan dan tuduh Datuk Seri Najib menipu dalam soal ibadah. Banyak sangat  tengok cerita “Space Cop Gaban” Mukhriz ini. Kalau dalam cerita Gaban, ada satu “part” itu dipanggil ‘tarik masuk ke dalam ruang angkasa syaitan”. Moga Mukhriz tidak ditarik masuk dalam ruang itulah.

Kerana mahu kuasa dan jawatan Perdana Menteri sanggup jadi kurang ajar kepada orang lain untuk memenuhi nafsu politik sendiri. Patutlah banyak komen komen daripada pihak pembangkang yang mengutuk Datuk Seri Najib mengerjakan ibadah umrah di media sosial, rupa rupanya pemimpin pembangkang di atas pun tumpang ‘sekole’ juga.

Ini contoh yang tidak baik dan boleh merosakkan masyarakat di peringkat bawahan. Kerana agenda politik peribadi dan mahu perjuangkan kroni, sanggup budayakan politik maki hamun dan caci mencaci ini. Sanggup jadi “Darth Vader” dan kuasa jahat.

Mahathir sendiri sebagai seorang yang sudah tua, perlu tunjukkan tauladan yang baik kepada anak anak muda. Ini tidak, kalau ceramah, penuh dengan serangan peribadi terhadap Najib dan Datin Seri Rosmah. Kata-kata kutukan, keji dan caci jadi bahan ceramah Mahathir.

Mahathir dalam Perhimpunan Sayangi Malaysia, Hapuskan Kleptokrasi di Padang Timur, Petaling Jaya pada 14 Oktober 2017 yang lepas menghina darah asal usul Bugis iaitu keturunan Najib dengan mengatakan bahawa orang Bugis adalah berketurunan lanun dan perompak. Mahathir buat semua orang Bugis murka termasuk Sultan Selangor Sultan Sharafuddin Idris Shah dan Sultan Johor Sultan Ibrahim Iskandar.

Walaupun Raja Melayu sudah murka, Mahathir enggan memohon maaf atas kenyataan itu sebaliknya terus pertahankan kenyataannya.

Mahathir juga mengejek isteri Perdana Menteri, Datin Seri Rosmah Mansor sebagai gemuk ‘gedempoi’. Ia adalah satu penghinaan kepada isteri seorang pemimpin negara. Mahathir kata begitu ketika berucap dalam satu majlis parti PPBM di Jitra, Kedah. 

Mahathir tidak sedar diri langsung bahawa Najib merupakan orang yang selamatkannya dalam pemilihan UMNO tahun 1987 apabila Mahathir hampir kalah dengan Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah dengan hadir beri sokongan pada saat akhir menjelang hari pemilihan UMNO. Kalau tidak, Mahathir jadi Perdana Menteri selama 6 tahun sahaja.

Selain itu, sudah tidak terkira berapa kali Mahathir mengggelarkan Najib sebagai perompak dengan tuduhan berkaitan syarikat 1Malaysia Development Berhad (1MDB). Mahathir tuduh duit 1MDB hilang tetapi pada masa sama syarikat pelaburan strategik negara itu tidak pernah mengalami kerugian pun sehingga hari ini. 

Agaknya, Mahathir yang ajar Mukhriz supaya bersikap biadap “tahap gaban” begitu.

“Saya nak terangkan dan semua tahu perkara ini, Najib itu bukan pemimpin yang boleh kita ikut. Orang seperti ini wajib kita tolak dan pastikan dia tak lagi memerintah lagi,” kata Mukhriz.

Sedap sangat dia cakap, habis itu DAP itu baik sangatlah? Ikut sahaja punggung DAP siang dan malam. DAP beri projek terowong kepada syarikat fesyen pun, Mahathir tidak berani cakap apa. Skandal rasuah, tanah runtuh, banjir, kilang haram dan seleweng duit terowong sampai RM305 juta, Mahathir tidak berani kata apa. Takut dengan DAP sampai jadi bisu.

Cara berpolitik Mahathir, Mukhriz dan PPBM sudah tidak ada lagi batas dan adab Melayu. Mereka caci orang dan pertikaikan ibadah umrah PM. Dengan orang yang dulu mereka panggil peliwat, hari ini mereka muliakan. Dengan DAP yang dulu mereka kata musuh Islam, hari ini mereka ikut punggung DAP, siang dan malam.

Inilah PPBM, parti Melayu yang sedang dipergunakan oleh DAP untuk serang orang Melayu balik. Institusi Raja pun mereka serang dan pertikai. Mahfuz hina Sultan Pahang dan masih tidak mahu minta maaf. Mahfuz ikut cara Mahathirlah, tidak mahu minta maaf.

Kerana hendak pada kuasa, mereka sanggup cakap apa sahaja untuk menjatuhkan orang Iain. Sanggup jadi biadap dan kurang ajar untuk politik. Inikah nilai nilai murni yang dulunya disebut oleh Mahathir? Inikah nilai nilai Timur yang dulu Mahathir selalu cakap? Bukan lagi, ini perangai orang gila kuasa. Sanggup buat apa sahaja.

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Youth Green Camping (YGC) Day 1: Bersiap dan Mari Berpetualang!

30 Maret 2017

Peserta Youth Green Camping (YGC) sudah bersiap dengan alat tempurnya, bucket hat, cargo pants, sepatu lapangan, dan carrier 60L. Mereka lebih terlihat seperti akan naik gunung 2000an mdpl ketimbang camping di hutan lindung. Hehehe…

Perjalanan Tanjung Redeb – Kelay hanya akan ditempuh sekitar 2-3 jam perjalanan darat, kemudian akan dilanjutkan dengan naik ketinting ke Hutan Lindung Sungai Lesan (HLSL) selama 45 menit. YGC akan berlangsung selama 4 hari 3 malam dengan peserta sebanyak 40 siswa SMA/SMK dari  Tanjung Redeb dan Kelay. Sisanya adalah tim fasilitator, tim konsumsi, guru pendamping, tim medis, communication and creative team Yakobi untuk dokumentasi dan membantu haha-hihi lalala-yeyeye selama kegiatan berlangsung.

Dengan peserta sekitar 60 orang secara keseluruhan, bisa dibayangkan dong ya seberapa banyak barang yang harus dibawa? Buaanyaak sekali. Bahkan, ketika salah satu orang tua peserta berkunjung ke base camp Yakobi untuk mengkonfimasi kehadiran esok harinya, ia sempat berkomentar, “ sudah seperti akan ada pernikahan saja, ya?”. Kami menanggapi sekenanya sambil tersenyum simpul. Rupanya, lelah yang menggelayuti seluruh tubuh bisa berpengaruh pada kualitas senyum dan mood.

Sebelum memulai perjalanan, seluruh peserta diajak untuk berkumpul untuk mendengar arahan dari Abang-abang fasilitator dan berdoa bersama. Seluruh peserta dibagi menjadi beberapa kelompok dan dipersilakan mencari nama masing-masing yang sudah ditempel pada kaca mobil.

Sedari tadi, aku dan teman-teman lebih sibuk membagikan lunch box, memastikan alat fasilitasi dan beberapa keperluan lain lengkap dan tidak ada yang tertinggal. Akhirnya, aku harus menerima kenyataan bahwa mobil yang akan aku tumpangi sudah digusur oleh bibit pohon.

Well, Bang Fahri memintaku bergabung dengan mobil yang dikendarai oleh Kak Linus (COP) dan Pak Hamzah (KPHBB). Aku meminta Kak Ari dan Kak Oky untuk menemani, karena ternyata kami senasib tidak dapat tempat . I am the beautiful one among them, hari ini. Hihihi.

Baru 5 menit perjalanan, aku, Kak Ari, dan Kak Oky mulai heboh karena harus sempit-sempitan bertiga di jok belakang. Bagaimana tidak sempit, kami harus memangku beberapa gembolan tas berisi kamera— yang segede gaban—, tas berisi totebag handmade yang akan dibagikan pada peserta, dan satu ransel penyelamat milikku yang khusus disiapkan Mama untuk memasukkan peralatan makan, beberapa bungkus snack, air mineral, 2 balok roti tawar dan selai strawberry.

Ketika kami harus memastikan kebutuhan logistik peserta aman,  tapi malah kami yang tidak aman karena belum sempat mengisi perut. Hari ini, aku mengakui bahwa Mama-mama sungguh hebat dengan segala persiapan dan keribetannya. Padahal, malam sebelumnya sudah mengomel pada Mama karena melihat banyak barang yang beliau persiapkan untuk kubawa.

Kak Ari membantuku membuka roti tawar dan mengolesinya dengan selai, kemudian dibagi rata untuk 5 orang.

“Mas, namanya siapa? Ayo kita kenalannya lewat roti, biar kayak di film-film.” Kata Kak Ari sambil menyodorkan rotinya.

“Hahaha… terima kasih. Saya Linus,” kata lelaki muda yang sedang meyetir itu.

“Saya Ari, ini Oky dan Vita.” Kata Kak Ari sambil membagi-bagikan rotinya pada kami.

“Oh iya Pak, makan roti gini paling enak kalo ada kopi ya, Pak? Apalagi kalo ada rokok. Tau banget kita orang lapangannya, yak?!” Bagai koor, kami ramai-ramai menyambut celetukan Kak Linus dengan tawa. *Ehehehek

Lelahnya semalam harus bolak-balik melengkapi  beberapa kebutuhan dan pesanan teman-teman yang sudah lebih dulu berada di Kelay, kami jadi tidak ingat makan. Jangankan untuk makan atau mandi, untuk cuci muka atau hanya sekadar membersihkan tahi mata saja tidak sempat. Bahkan rutinitas bercermin dan memakai pemoles bibir sebelum jalan sudah tidak aku lakukan. Hahaha, ini serius.

Ini bukan kali pertamaku menjejakkan kaki di kampung Lesan Dayak. Pada April 2015, aku mendapatkan kesempatan voluntary work bersama Kak Ari dan Kak Samuel untuk project yang sedang dikerjakan Yakobi. Tentu, medan serta jarak tempuh yang kulalui sudah tidak asing lagi. Tapi setiap kali melihat supir taksi yang super nekat menyelip truk-truk besar tanpa perhitungan, rasanya ngeri-ngeri-sedap. Mereka seperti lupa dengan beberapa nyawa yang mereka tanggung keselamatannya sepanjang jalan.

Untuk menikmati perjalanan, tidaklah seru jika harus saling berdiam diri. Kami mulai bercerita hal-hal random yang diawali dengan cerita dari teman-teman tentang hutan dan project pemerintah. Terdengar pula curhatan tentang peraturan lucu yang dibuat oleh “bapak bersenjata” di anu agar kendaraan yang melewati markas mereka tidak ngebut. Pak Hamzah dan Kak Linus juga mulai banyak bertanya tentang kegiatan-kegiatan yang menjadi fokus kerja Yakobi. Ada pula, ulah supir taksi di jalan pun tidak luput dari perbincangan kami. Nampaknya, topik bahasan dengan tema love song tahun 70an membuat Pak Hamzah semakin lancar bercerita. Beliau bersemangat sekali ketika berusaha menyanyikan lagu lawas yang diputar sembari bercerita kenangan masa mudanya.

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Terakhir kali ke Lesan Dayak, aku harus menyeberang sungai untuk bisa sampai di kampung. Namun kali ini, kami sudah bisa melewati jalur darat baru dengan tanah kuning. Di depan, ada satu mobil rombongan yang terlewat dari simpangan jalan ke kampung. Mungkin, mereka sama kagoknya denganku ketika mengetahui perubahan arah jalan ini.

Akhirnya, kami memutuskan untuk menunggu mobil berbalik arah. Tapi sepertinya, hanya menunggu, berharap , dan tidak melakukan apapun, tidak akan ada hasilnya. Lalu, kami berinisiatif untuk menghubungi salah satu penumpang dalam mobil tersebut. Sayangnya, ketika kami mengecek ponsel masing-masing, tidak ada network bar yang ditemukan. Kami mulai sibuk mencari signal dengan saling berpencar, jongkok, berdiri sambil goyang-goyang kaki dan mengangkat ponsel ke atas awan. Sedangkan aku, mencoba posisi duduk pasrah di tanah dan mendiamkan ponsel tergeletak di tanah beberapa saat hingga network bar terlihat naik-turun 1-2 bar.

Kami pun berhasil menghubungi mereka dan menunggu di persimpangan jalan agar tidak terlewat lagi. Bapak dan tiga orang pemuda ini agaknya mulai lelah menunggu dan mulai mencari topik bahasan baru lagi. Sembari menunggu dan mendengar pembicaraan mereka, tanganku malah sibuk untuk mencoba mengirim pesan untuk Mama. Walaupun akhirnya, jariku urung untuk menulis pesan dan malah menyiapkan catatan di ponsel karena tertarik dengan celotehan mereka.

“Pekerjaan itu harus dinikmati, supaya tidak mati oleh kondisi.”

Kuhela napas panjang, mencoba  meresapi kata per kata lebih dalam agar bisa dijadikan penyemangat ketika aku mulai labil suatu saat nanti. Jadi, kalau kamu adalah anak muda malas dan sering mengeluhkan pekerjaan? Setidaknya dengar nasihat Bapak ini!”

Obrolan mereka terhenti ketika mobil yang sedang kami tunggu datang dan mengajak Pak Hamzah untuk bergabung dengan mereka. Kami mulai melanjutkan perjalanan lagi beriringan. Ah, jalan tanah kuning ini berkelok, menanjak, becek, dan ada jurang di sisi kirinya. Perutku terasa diaduk-aduk.

Untungnya, Kak Ari berusaha mengusir kecemasan dalam perutku untuk mulai mencari tahu banyak hal tentang COP (Center Orangutan Protection) pada Kak Linus. Kak Linus dengan senang hati berbagi pengalamannya sebagai kapten COP Borneo dan orangutan rescuer. Lamat-lamat kudengar arah diskusinya semakin seru saja untuk didokumentasikan. Kak Ari dan Kak Oky bertingkah seolah pewawancara andal. Tugasku adalah menyalakan voice recorder, mencatat beberapa poin penting, dan berusaha jadi “kompor” agar diskusinya semakin seru. Aku janji untuk menuliskan ceritanya setelah selesai  YGC untuk berbagi semangat konservasi orangutan dari orang-orang hebat ini.

Pict: Keriweuhan sebelum keberangkatan, #yakobiindonesia

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Covid-19: Nearly 40,000 cops, family members test positive since March last year

KUALA LUMPUR (Bernama): Nearly 40,000 Royal Malaysia Police (PDRM) personnel and their family members tested positive for Covid-19 since March last year, says Home Minister Datuk Seri Hamzah Zainudin. Read full story from mdnursyazwi https://ift.tt/3kOXVIr via http://www.rssmix.com/

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Covid-19: Nearly 40,000 cops, family members test positive since March last year

KUALA LUMPUR (Bernama): Nearly 40,000 Royal Malaysia Police (PDRM) personnel and their family members tested positive for Covid-19 since March last year, says Home Minister Datuk Seri Hamzah Zainudin. Read full story source https://thetheoritical.blogspot.com/2021/07/covid-19-nearly-40000-cops-family.html