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abbyshands · 8 months

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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

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For the next insta post what if y/n wants a cat to be Spock’s best friend 👀

I LOVE THIS IDEA THANK U ANON💕💕 MASTERLIST

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y/n @/drreid don't be too mad

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drreid I've been gone for two days and you brought a cat home???

-> y/n Spock made me! He said he needed a friend!

-> drreid Can I at least name the cat?

-> y/n sure thing baby 😘

chocthunder oh pretty boy is not gonna be happy ab that

-> emprentiss ikr im living for this

davidrossi This is what long term relationships are like kid! Get used to it...

-> drreid Gee thanks Rossi

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y/n UPDATE! Spence loves the cat and he named him Newton!

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drreid As mad as I was I do love the cat (I also love you).

-> y/n shut up I love you too

-> babygirlpg I LOVE YOUR CAT! when cat I meet him??

-> y/n come over anytime!

ssahotchner Jack wants to come over and meet Newton. He also says its been too long since he's seen Spock.

-> jenniferj Henry said the same thing!!

-> y/n I guess we'll just have to have everyone over!

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y/n got to see professor Reid in action today!

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drreid It was so much to have you there! You should come more often :)

babygirlpg you guys are the best couple fr

-> jenniferj what about me and will?

-> y/n nah me n spence 4eva

chocthunder awww were u bored??

-> emprentiss HA

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y/n pretty dumb for an actual genius

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drreid Yeah I don't even have an explanation for this.

ssahotchner Sometimes I forget how young he is

-> davidrossi me too

emprentiss how many times did he fall?

-> y/n 3x he swore the laws of physics would help him but they did not

-> drreid They would have! I just don't have very good balance...

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y/n y'all are WRONG for not telling him this was there all day

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drreid I agree! I was at crime scenes with this on my face!

babygirlpg Spencer I swear I wanted to but Derek swore me to secrecy im sorry

-> chocthunder im sorry pretty boy it was just too funny

-> emprentiss I am not sorry but I agree it was funny

-> drreid I hate all of you.

every time I post one of these my brain is like "ahh yes feed your children" lmaoo anywaysss hope you guys liked this one!! send more requests!

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi

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sashannarcy · 1 month

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list of Palestinian fundraisers that have been shared with me

ACCURATE AS OF: 8/16/2024

I've gotten a number of asks from Palestinians over the course of the last few weeks, so I'm going to compile all their campaigns in one place, and I'll update this as needed (when I have the chance).

@mohammedaldeeb - vetted here, donation link here. €37,085/€55,000

@mohammedalanqer - vetted here, donation link here. €55,892/€58,000

@olagaza - vetted here (#205), donation link here. $27,116 USD/$50,000 USD

@mohammed-atallah - vetted here, donation link here. €11,730/€82,000

@ahmed-ostaz - vetted here (#125), donation link here. €19,376/€70,000

@/anqer (blog has been removed) - vetted here, donation link here. €15,810/€20,000

@safaamm - vetted here, donation link here. $8,568 USD/$75,000 USD

@mohiy-gaza - vetted here, donation link here. $15,290 USD/$31,000 USD

@hanaa987 - vetted here (#246), donation link here. £9,907/£20,000

@mohamed-mikki - vetted here, donation link here. $1,582 USD/$20,000 USD

@dodooomar - vetted here, donation link here. kr113,886 SEK/kr300,000 SEK

@abdalhadiaburas - vetted here (association), donation link here. $2,888 CAD/$65,000 CAD

@wafaaresh - vetted here, donation link here. €26,670/€100,000

@fidaa-family2 - vetted by association (sister of @mohiy-gaza + @wafaaresh), donation link here. $11,181 USD/$30,000 USD

@maria-gaza1 - vetted by association (friend of @mohiy-gaza), donation link here. $1,330 CAD/$30,000 CAD

@ahmadresh - vetted by association (brother of @mohiy-gaza + @wafaaresh), donation link here. $5,830 USD/$10,000 USD

@dinamahammed99 - vetted by association (sister of @mahmoud1995), donation link here. $2,725 USD/$6,000 USD

@yazanfamilly - vetted here, donation link here. €9,735/€50,000

@noorabd1992 - vetted by association (friend of @mohiy-gaza), donation link here. $7,565 USD/$45,000 USD

@/azaxa (blog has been removed) - vetted by association (friend of @mohiy-gaza), donation link here. €33,417/€45,000

@abed-rashad13 - vetted here, donation link here. $3,745 USD/$50,000 USD

@saveyouseffamily - vetted here, donation link here. €2,405/€20,000

@eslamfamily - not yet vetted, but seems very credible. donation link here. $970 USD/$50,000 USD

@save-ibrahim-family - vetted here, donation link here. €461/€20,000

@save-salem-family2 - vetted here, donation link here. €3,415/€50,000

@ayoosh-gaza - not yet vetted, but seems very credible. donation link here. $1,254 USD/$20,000 USD

@mohammadayyad - vetted here, donation link here. €15,153/€35,000

#trying this again and seeing if tumblr is nice to me.#palestine #signal boost

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sapropel · 12 days

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Campaigns for Palestinians Surviving Genocide! Updated 9/23/24

Vetted (Tumblr)

@mohmoud-j Mamoud's Family $16,579/60,000

@nohaalhabil2002 Ibtisam's Family $18,675/70,000 CAD

@ameersalama2020 Rana's Family rk23,052/200,000 SEK

@aya-alanqar Aya's Family €13,281/15,000

@heba-baker Heba's Family €4,770/60,000

@kareem-family2 Sohad's Family €10,954/20,000

@yara-family Yara's Family €2,330/20,000

@a-ss-123 Sahar's Family £1,438/55,000

@abdallaalhaj Abed's Family £570/50,000

@shamia992 Ahmad's Family kr61,306/250,000 SEK

@fatma-anqer Fatima's Family €9,235/20,000

@huda-gaza Huda's Family $826/20,000

@ashraf-baker5 Ashraf's Family €23,853/25,000

@hassanmadi2 Hassan's Family €1,597/50,000

@ahmedhelllis Ahmed's Family €18,307/80,000

@saveyouseffamily Yousef's Family €19,322/20,000

@farahmohanad2 Farah's Family $3,035/35,000

@sara-97a Sarah's Family €1,409/50,000

@mahmoud201191 Mahmoud's Family €602/50,000

@emanfamily3 Eman's Family $560/20,000

@huda-yousef Huda's Family €1,500/60,000

@familygazaamal Amal's Family $1,410/30,000

@hanyfamily Hany's Family €619/20,000

Vetted (Other)

@baraaalshrafa Baraa's Family €738/50,000

@savepalestineinfamily19 Mohammed's Family €7,839/50,000

@hebamatar124 Heba's Family $1,224/30,000 CAD

Unvetted

@hamad-1981 Ibrahim's Family €1,950/45,000

@moomensblog Moomen's Family €293/30,000

@ahmadkhalid9725 Ahmad's Family $1,242/25,000

@savemohammed Mohammed's Family €555/20,000

@jehad-aldahdooh Jehad's Family €112/20,000

@kareem-sd Karim's Family €3,790/50,000

@mohamedmoneralanqar Muhammad's Family €337/25,000 (blog was deleted)

@mohammedswierh2 Mohammed's Family $21,275/40,000 (blog was deleted)

@gaza-love100 Abdallah's Family €205/49,2000

@qualitycatcollector Talab's Family €226/60,000

@islamqazal Amira's Family $310/20,000

#asked

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mycatisatool · 2 months

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GAZA FUNDRAISERS

These are all the Palestinians that've reached out to me about their campaigns. If you have a fundraiser you'd like me to promote, please send me an ask and I will add it to this post.

All fundraiser links are linked in the people's names and all vetting links are linked as the vetter's url.

From the river to the sea 🇵🇸

Please donate if you can and reblog if you can't!

CRITICALLY LOW FUNDRAISERS

Samial Khalili | @samialkhalili | unvetted but seems legit | €60 raised of €50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Shireen & Mahmoud | @shery-89 | vetted by association with @/nevinalser | €135 raised of €50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Ahlam Mahdi | @ahlam910 | #73 on Gaza vetters spreadsheet | $160 USD raised of $50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Lina Gheelan | @linafamily21 | vetted by association with @/eslamfamily3 | $493 USD raised of $10,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Safaa Yasser | @salem98alanqar | unable to find vetting | €1,516 raised of €50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Iyad Al-Anqar | @eyad-alanqar255 | unvetted but seems legit | €903 raised of €40,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Rana Akeela | @saveranafamily | unvetted but seems legit | €1,977 raised of €50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Abu Adam | @abuadam86 | unvetted but seems legit | kr12,883 SEK raised of kr500,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Ashraf Alserr | @albeerashraf91 | unvetted but seems legit | €1,693 raised of €50,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Eman Khader | @eman-kha | vetted by 90-ghost | $1,950 USD raised of $40,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Mohammed Ayyad (second gfm) | @mohammedayyads-blog / @mohammednasers-blog | vetted by bilal-salah0 | €1,746 raised of €35,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Mohammed Helles | @mohammed-665 | vetted by 90-ghost | €3,448 raised of €45,000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

The Najah family | @najahmeq | unvetted but seems legit | €2.775 raised of €80.000 (CRITICALLY LOW)

Ahmed Qandeel | @ahmad1988 | unvetted but seems legit | kr4,880 NOK raised of kr500,000

Mohammed Salem | @save-salem-family2 | vetted by 90-ghost | €4,013 raised of €50,000

Lama Al-Hourani | @lamahourani7 | vetted by association with @/ayoosh-gaza | $2,180 USD raised of $10,000

Mohammed Taysir | @yazanfamillyy | vetted by northgazaupdates | €11,241 raised of €50,000

Eslam Gheelan | @eslamfamily3 | #308 on the vetted spreadsheet | $9,416 USD raised of $50,000

Mohammed Jameel | @mohamedjameel | vetted by nabulsi | €3,512 raised of €35,000

Mohammad Almanasra | @save-mohamed-family | vetted by northgazaupdates | $10,700 CAD raised of $50,000

Ahmed Al-nabih | @ahmedalnabeeh11 | #218 in the vetted spreadsheet | €23,775 raised of €30,000

Mohammed Ismaêl | @m0hammed1 | vetted by ibtisams | €9,721 raised of €25,000

Muhammad Al-Shaer | @malmo038 | vetted by el-shab-hussein | £15,280 raised of £50,000

Raneen Ibrahim | @ranin3344 | vetted by 90-ghost | €7,731 raised of €80,000

Ahmed Alanqer | @ahmedabuyamin / @abuyaminfamily | #264 in the vetted spreadsheet | €49,070 raised of €59,000

Musab Abed | @musababed | vetted by 90-ghost | £4,611 raised of £8,000

Haya Nahed | @hayanahed | #26 on the Operation Olive Branch spreadsheet | €78,383 raised of €100,000

Ehab Ayyad | @ehabayyad23 | unvetted but seems legit | €1,597 raised of €50,000

Asma Ayyad & Deyaa | @asmaayyad / @deyaa-97 | vetted by 90-ghost | €21,204 raised of €45,000

Ayoosh | @ayoosh-gaza | vetted by association with @/eslamfamily | $2,407 USD raised of $20,00

Ola Ahel | @olagaza | #205 in the vetted spreadsheet | $31,369 USD raised of $50,000

Doaa Jad Al Haq | @free-gaza2 | vetted by 90-ghost | $5,975 USD raised of $12,000

Lubna Al-Shami | @lobnaalser | vetted by 90-ghost | €5,451 raised of €50,000

Asma Ayyad | @esraayyad14 | vetted by 90-ghost | €16,550 raised of €45,000

Youssef Jehad | @yousefjehad3 | #255 in the vetted spreadsheet | $6,663 USD raised of $15,000

Hazem Shawish, Nisreen Suhail & Kenzy | @hazemsuhail & @nisreensuhail & @kenzish | vetted by association with @/samarsh97 | €7,549 raised of €50,000

Omar Khaled | @omargaze2 | vetted by association with @/mohiy-gaza2 | £10,330 raised of £20,000

Doaa Jadalhaq | @dodoomar12345 | vetted by 90-ghost | kr183,673 SEK raised of kr300,000

Abdelrahman | @anqer | vetted by 90-ghost | €16,889 raised of €20,000

Mohmoud | @mohmoud-j | vetted by association with @/asmayyad | $14,406 USD raised of $60,000

Tahseen Alkhazendar | @tahseenkhazen | vetted by 90-ghost | $12,184 USD raised of $25,000

Mohammad Jamal Shamia | @mohamedjshamia | unvetted but seems legit | kr58,950 SEK raised of kr250,000

Mahmoud Alkhaldi | @mahmoud-1995 | vetted by 90-ghost | $14,914 USD raised of $50,000

Wafa | @wafaaresh6 | vetted by 90-ghost | $14,382 USD raised of $50,000

The Hatem family | @hatem-family-2 | vetted by 90-ghost | €3,804 raised of €7,000

Nour | @noorabd1992 | vetted by 90-ghost | $15,885 USD raised of $45,000

Mohammed Alanqar | @abonabilfamily | unable to find vetting | €190 raised of €30,000

Mohammed Taysir | @yazan-joud | vetted by northgazaupdates | €14,798 raised of €50,000

ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ²¹'⁰⁹'²⁴

#free palestine #signal boost #please donate #free gaza #funds

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rollercoasterwords · 22 days

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‼️ Palestinian GoFundMes to Donate To ‼️

this is a list of people with vetted fundraisers who have reached out to me recently--if you've ever enjoyed my fics/writing in any way please consider donating as a way of giving back!!

vetted fundraisers list

@shamfarhat1 - Dr. Farhat has already had many family members martyred and is trying to evacuate his remaining family. His campaign is at $6,627/$29,500. Donate here (#248 on vetted spreadsheet)

@wafaaresh6 - Wafa is fundraising to secure basic necessities like food, water, and medical care to help her family survive. Her campaign is at $8,346/$50,000. Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

@bshaeromars-blog - Intisar Abushammaleh and her daughter Bshaer are fundraising to help evacuate their family. Bshaer's daughter, Ayla, was born just a few months ago during the genocide, and never got to meet her father, who was martyred. Their campaign is at $16,508/$40,000. Donate here (#231 on vetted spreadsheet)

@dodoomar12345 - Doaa is the mother of an autistic son, Omar, who is in desperate need of treatment after the trauma they faced in Gaza. They have evacuated to Egypt but are fundraising for money to survive and get Omar the treatment he needs. Their campaign is at kr173,691/kr300,000 ($16,931/$29,244 - $1usd = ~kr10). Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

@olagaza - Ola is a graduate student fundraising to afford basic necessities for herself, her parents, her three sisters, and her younger brother to survive. Her campaign is at $42,147/$50,000. Donate here (#205 on vetted spreadsheet)

@abedalazeiz - Abed and his wife, Safa'a, are fundraising to evacuate their family, including their two small children, from Gaza. Their campaign is at €29,685/€90,000. Donate here (#241 on vetted spreadsheet)

@aseelo680 - Aseel is fundraising for money to help her family survive and get access to basic necessities like medical care. Her campaign is at $18,815/$50,000. Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

@mohiy-gaza2 - Mohi is raising money to evacuate himself and his family, who have already been displaced more than 10 times, from Gaza. Their campaign is at $23,463/$31,000. Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

@hanaa-yousef - Hanaa Jad Al-Haq is fundraising to evacuate her family, including her two-year-old son. Her campaign is at £14,081/£50,000. Donate here (#246 on vetted spreadsheet)

@samaayyad15 - Sama and her sister Asmaa are fundraising to evacuate their family from Gaza. Their campaign is at €15,234/€45,000. Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

@fidaa-family2 - Fidaa gave birth to her son, Muhammad Amr, just a few months ago during the genocide. She is fundraising to evacuate him and her two-year-old, Sila, along with the rest of her family. Her campaign is at $21,270/$30,000. Donate here (vetted by @/90-ghost here)

note: i do not vet fundraisers, and i do my best to ensure that the fundraisers i'm sharing have been vetted. however, palestinian bloggers who do vet these fundraisers are currently overwhelmed, and just because something isn't on the spreadsheet doesn't mean it's automatically a scam. use your best judgment and the evidence available to decide where to donate, and keep in mind that gofundme has protections in place to avoid scams. personally, i would rather risk accidentally sending money to a scammer than risk failing to do the bare minimum to help palestinian families living through genocide.

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klonoa-at-blog · 6 months

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From: Klonoa 2: Lunatea’s Veil Official Guide Book (Published by Famitsu/Enterbrain - 2001) (Pg. 205)

~Messages from the Klonoa 2 Staff~ Lastly, we would like to show you messages from those who were involved in the development of Klonoa 2 to the public. You'll find hard work, inside stories, and a few positive ones(?!) here and there! ......So, thank you all for your hard work!

Hiroyuki Akamatsu Profile: ● Age: 26 years old ● Blood Type: A ● Responsibilities: Puppet Display Scripting ● Comments: We hope that many people will play this game to the end. I made the ending puppet display scene with my heart filled with various feelings. ● Favorite character: Popka

Naohiro Saito Profile: ● Age: 3.8 years old ● Blood Type: O ● Responsibilities: Supporting Visual Effects Programmers (Special Thanks) ● Comments: The ocean, the flames, the Klonoa Filter, etc. are all things that might be casually overlooked. If you pay a little attention to the background, you will enjoy it even more. ● Favorite character: Sleeping Moo

Akiko Wakabayashi Profile: ● Age: (Y2K) 1 year old ● Blood Type: O ● Responsibilities: Movie Texture Processing Department & Sea Flame-related + α (Supporting Visual Effects Programmers) ● Comments: If you get to the ending, please let me know what you did. I want an invincible mode... ● Favorite character: The one that becomes round when you lift it up.

Hidetoshi Aoyagi Profile: ● Age: 29 years old ● Blood Type: AB ● Responsibilities: Rough Wave Effects (Supporting Visual Effects Programmers) ● Comments: Enjoy! ● Favorite character: The one that glows and goes out with a bang when you capture it.

Shigeru Kitsutaka Profile: ● Age: 25 years old ● Blood Type: A ● Responsibilities: Effects Programmer (Like the Klonoa Filter, sea level, etc.) (Supporting Visual Effects Programmers) ● Comments: Is it just me, or does Giant Moo look good when I’m hungry? ● Favorite character: Giant Moo

Kanako Kakino Profile: ● Age: 28 years old ● Blood Type: A ● Responsibilities: Sound direction, background music production, and more ● Comments: Various kingdoms, various songs. And a lot of sound effects. Yes, we even had Klonoa sing a song for us. ♪Wafi yu~ūto~u rīrana~......♪ Enjoy the sounds of Klonoa in the concert hall. Do your best to clear game and it will appear! ● Favorite character: Silver Armored Moo

Eriko Imura Profile: ● Age: 31 years old ● Blood Type: B ● Responsibilities: Sound (Music) ● Comments: This time I was in charge of the Kingdom of Sorrow BGM, the opening and ending music, in addition to several BGMs for the conversation scenes. I remember when I was making the ending music, the image data at the time was buggy, so Lolo didn’t hug, and the camera was panning while Klonoa was in a “Matrix” state, which was hilarious. Also, the melody of Baguji is actually an inversion of the melody of Klonoa in the previous game. I secretly put a lot of thought into it in a place where no one would notice......♥ ● Favorite character: Soldier of Jugpot, Kingdom of Water (I also did the voice of the soldier.)

#klonoa #lunatea's veil #translation #enemies #tat #moo #popka

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saint-oleander · 17 days

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🍉 HELP FOR PALESTINE MASTERPOST PART FOUR 🍉

PART ONE 🍉 PART TWO 🍉 PART THREE

I do not vet fundraisers, I am simply compiling the people who asked me to share. As of now I do not have the resources to donate.

If you have proof of vetting for fundraisers that are signed as unvetted on here, please send it my way and I will update.

I am now writing fics for whoever donates. Check the pinned post on @oleanderandwatermelons

🍉🍉🍉

Ola Ahel ( @olagaza ) - vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein (n. 205)

DONATE HERE - current status: 44 110 / 50 000 $

Eslam Mohammed Ghilan ( @eslamfamily1 ) - vetted by bees and watermelon (n. 175)

DONATE HERE - current status: 5 921 / 50 000 $

Rafat Al Swisi ( @rafatalswissi ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 209 / 45 000 €

Alaa Al khateeb ( @alaakh2025 ) - vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein (n. 99)

DONATE HERE - current status: 28 678 / 56 000 £

Abdel Muti Al-Habil ( @abdelmutei ) - vetted by 90-ghost

DONATE HERE - current status: 12 341 / 25 000 €

Anas Al-Sharfa ( @anasalshrafa ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 562 / 50 000 €

Alaa Jehad ( @alaa-syam ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 51 / 30 000 $

Mohammed Ayyad ( @mohammedayyads-blog ) - shared by bilal-salah0

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 845 / 35 000 €

Mohammed Almadhoun ( @savepalestineinfamily19 ) - NOT VETTED but shared by transmutationisms + the family's instagram profile

DONATE HERE - current status: 6 937 / 50 000 €

Mohamed Abuzoor ( @mohamedabuzoor @dinafamily1 ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 441 / 60 000 €

Amany Ubeid ( @amnyaburas ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 105 / 68 000 $

Amal and family ( @amalgaza ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 8 876 / 50 000 €

Bashar family ( @basharbfamily ) - vetted by association

DONATE HERE - current status: 310 / 50 000 €

Ashraf Alanqar and family ( @ashraf-baker ) - vetted by 90-ghost

DONATE HERE - current status: 21 600 / 25 000 €

Amer and Lina Abusamra ( @lina-gaza ) - vetted by association

DONATE HERE - current status: 39 325 / 45 000 €

Farah and Mohanad ( @farohablogsworld ) - vetted by association

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 519 / 35 000 $

Mohammed Ayyad ( @yasermohammad ) - vetted by 90-ghost

DONATE HERE - current status: 21 310 / 35 000 €

Lama and Mohammed Al-Hourani ( @lamahourani7 ) - vetted by association

DONATE HERE - current status: 1 859 / 10 000 $

Dr. Farhat ( @shamfarhat1 ) - vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein (n. 248)

DONATE HERE - current status: 7 801 / 29 500 $

Eman ( @emanabosedo ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 666 / 50 000 $

Heba Al-Anqar ( @heba-baker ) - vetted by 90-ghost

DONATE HERE - current status: 4 406 / 60 000 $

Farah Areef ( @areej1982 ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 165 / 8 000 €

Abd Haladi Aburas ( @abdalhadiaburas ) - NOT VETTED but the campaign was linked to a long-existing instagram profile

DONATE HERE - current status: 5 217 / 65 000 $

Malk Zaim ( @malkzaim ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 23 566 / 50 000 $

@hanaa-2006 - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 45 / 30 000 $

Abed Rahman El-shaed ( @abed-rashad13 ) - vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein (n. 249)

DONATE HERE - current status: 7 861 / 50 000 $

Mohammed Hijazi ( @save-amal-family ) - vetted by the Butterfly Effect Project (n. 475)

DONATE HERE - current status: 24 341 / 30 000 €

Mohammed Atallah ( @atalah-mohammed ) - vetted by 90-ghost

DONATE HERE - current status: 15 507 / 82 000 €

Basil Anshasi ( @basil76 ) - NOT VETTED

DONATE HERE - current status: 309 / 4 000 €

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Updated: 07 sept 2024

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PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE IF YOU CAN

#palestine fundraiser

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hellojeanclaudequaghebeur · 2 months

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Patricia Bertapelle 🇫🇷Pascale Bertapelle 🇫🇷#14.Peugeot 205 Turbo 16.Ab ( moteur). Rallye des Garrigues - Languedoc Roussillon 🇫🇷1986

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streetkid-named-desire · 3 months

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i wrote about v's pass around party boy days when he also was juggling a few sugar daddies for the wonc song week which was finally a slutty song (courtesy of my bea/honey playlist) area codes by kaliii

be nice i have never written men fucking before

thanks to @luvwich @kharonion and @totentnz for coaching me through this as i was fighting for my life to gather the courage to write the word "hole" <3

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V slid out from under the middle-aged hunk and grabbed his phone off the bedside table. His thighs burned and his knees cracked when he sat up on the edge of the bed. Thanks to modern medicine, Derrick was insatiable. V always woke up feeling like he was 44 and Derrick was 19. The sheets shifted beneath him and a warm, calloused hand touched his back. "I left you a little something on the kitchen counter."

Derrick kissed V on his shoulder, got out of bed and threw on a black silk robe. He stood in front of V with his hands on his hips and V noticed the growing bulge. He reached his hand out but Derrick slapped it away. "No, daddy's gotta get to the office. I got yelled at the last time I was late because I was too busy fucking you."

V smirked and fake saluted, "Sir, yes, sir." Derrick walked to the bathroom and V picked up his clothes off the floor. In the kitchen, a set of car keys lay on the marble counter with a red ribbon tied through the ring. The logo on the key was that of Mizutani.

When V opened the front door, a bright yellow Shion was parked in the driveway. He double tapped the unlock button and the driver's side door slid open vertically. V texted his generous lover, "Thank you, baby."

He sped through the switchback stretch of highway on his way down from North Oak to Pacifica. He couldn't keep the ride, needed to make rent somehow. But he would enjoy every second right up until he handed the keys over to Muamar.

He parked down the block from Batty's hotel and texted his other input, Charles. "Room #?"

He received a photo of a man only a few years older than him naked in a shower with the message telling him it was room 205. V smiled at how soon his hands and mouth would be all over the glistening abs in the photo. V nodded to a few Voodoo Boys as he passed as they nodded back. He was becoming a known quantity along with the resident joytoys that worked out of rooms on the second floor.

Charles called to V when he entered the room to join him in the shower. V stripped on his way to the bathroom and as soon as he slid the shower door open, Charles grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him in. He attacked V's mouth, desperate for connection, for joining. V pushed him away, "Missed me?"

Charles grinned and nodded. He turned V around and slammed him against the shower wall and trailed kisses down his spine. V spread his legs as Charles kneaded his firm asscheeks. He teased V, kissing his supple flesh but not quite digging in just yet. V reached his hand between his legs and stroked himself, sighing contentedly.

He soon got annoyed with the teasing. "I'm sorry, are you not hungry? Should I go?"

Charles growled and shoved V's legs apart further. With one final squeeze, he spread his ass apart and tongued V's wanting hole. V moaned and shuddered as he relaxed under the man's touch.

He almost came the minute he felt Charles's cock tease his entrance. Two days with Derrick left him with a craving to be filled and he knew he could always count on Charles to make him melt.

They finished when the water ran ice cold. V whimpered at the dual sensation of his and Charles's hot come dripping down his legs between rivulets of cool water.

"Fuckin'," Derrick panted and sat down on the shower floor. "Un-fucking-believable. You're so fucking tight I always think you're gonna snap my dick off."

V laughed and sat down across from him. He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the cool water beat down his chest. Charles sighed dreamily and V opened one eye to look at him. "What?" he asked. Charles crawled towards V. "Oh Christ, I'm fucking spent. I cannot go again." Charles kissed V on his cheek and grabbed his body wash off of the shelf next to him. He spent the next few minutes massaging V's legs and chest, cleaning up the mess they made together.

When V felt like he could finally stand, he stood up and toweled off. "Open my briefcase on the bed," Charles said.

V wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to the hotel bed. He opened the man's briefcase and found a rectangular blue velvet box. The box opened with a satisfying click of a fresh spring. Inside was a silver chain necklace with a small emerald pendant. Charles came up from behind V, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on V's shoulder. "You like it?"

It was hideous and he would pawn it as soon as he got done selling the car to Mu. "It's gorgeous," V turned his head and kissed the man on his cheek. "Thank you, baby."

He drove to Mu's chop shop and sent his best friend a picture of the necklace while he waited for Muamar to come back with his estimate.

He watched the typing indicator start and stop multiple times.

"Preem ride. Won't ask how you got it. It's an older model so I gotta knock a couple thou' off for that," Muamar handed V a breakdown of his estimate.

<fine>

He shook hands with Muamar and in seconds his bank account went from two figures to five.

Two hours later he had cash in hand for the necklace.

He CCd her on his email to the landlord about their rent and transferred the eddies. His bank account went from five figures, to three.

Thank you baby Moses, he thought.

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kellerjonescc · 1 year

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Look At all these lovelies!(In Full)

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@mazmerized OC Full name : Phineas Roborovsky Age : 41 Occupation : Chief Detective Weight : 205 lbs Height : 6'2' Eye color : Grey Blood type : B

@superlowquality OC Full name : Albert Hoover Age : 19 Occupation : Model Weight : 161 lbs Height : 6'0' Eye color : Blue Blood type : B-

@blushyslushy OC Full name : Victoria Thompson Age : 23 Occupation : Detective Weight : 115 lbs Height : 6'0' Eye color : Black Blood type : AB-

@vaudevillianic OC Full name : Evelyn Isenberg Age : 26 Occupation : Seamstress Weight : 165 lbs Height : 5'7' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O

@akixxkomi OC Full name : Elian Neries Age : 13 Occupation : High-school Student Weight : 120 lbs Height : 5'4' Eye color : Green Blood type : A+

@bf-1352 OC Full name : Lauren Bailey Age : 16 Occupation : Assistant Historian Weight : 115 lbs Height : 5'3' Eye color : Green Blood type : A+

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stevesimage · 11 months

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 225. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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He could’ve just checked the cameras, but with the rain it was hard to see anything even in person. He stands by the kitchen’s doors, his eyes trying to see through the downpour as he rolls his tongue in his mouth, ‘Ellie,” the white dog looks up at him, “Did you hear something girl?” and she barks in response.

From all their dogs, Eleanor was the actual guard dog of the three. Her mother was chill and only barked when truly necessary,while Jack was a bit more of a scaredy cat and preferred to stay behind, watching everything unfold.

Rooster's grip on the doorknob tightened as he considered his next move. The rain continued to pour, a relentless drumming that masked any other sounds. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Rooster had faced dangerous situations before. But this was different. This was their home, their sanctuary, and the safety of his family was his top priority.

With a determined nod, he pushed the kitchen doors open and stepped out onto the porch. Eleanor followed him, her growl low and menacing. The rain immediately soaked him, plastering his clothes to his skin, but he paid it no mind. He moved cautiously, his senses on high alert.

The darkness seemed to press in around him, and Rooster strained his eyes to pierce through it. The only illumination came from the soft glow of the porch light, which created a small circle of visibility.

Rooster's ears strained to catch any unusual sounds over the patter of raindrops. He heard the distant honking of cars, the rustle of leaves in the wind, but nothing that indicated a threat.

He continued to move along the edge of the garden, scanning the yard and the surrounding trees. It was a tranquil scene, one that should have been soothing, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Eleanor remained under the roof, choosing to remain dry, her senses finely tuned. Suddenly, she barked loudly, her hackles raised, and her teeth bared. Rooster's heart leaped into his throat as he spun in the direction she was facing.

In the dim light, he caught a glimpse of movement—a shadowy figure lurking near the edge of the yard. Rooster's instincts kicked into high gear. He didn't hesitate. He drew upon his training, moving swiftly and silently.

As he closed the distance, he couldn’t make out the shape of a person, it was just a blob of black. The rain continued to pour and Rooster's pulse thundered in his ears, but he remained focused.

"Hey!" he called out in a firm, commanding voice. "Identify yourself!"

There was a loud crash,which eventually made him jump under his skin followed by Eleanor’s violent barking. Soon enough he saw the culprit…a racoon. A big, fat raccoon hat was trying to dig into their trash cans. “...are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

He couldn't help but let out a relieved chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Eleanor, however, didn't share his sense of humor. She continued to bark furiously at the raccoon, her protective instincts still in high gear.

"Alright, Ellie, calm down," Rooster said as he approached the scene. "It's just a raccoon, not a burglar."

Eleanor shot him a glare that clearly conveyed her disagreement with his assessment of the situation. Nevertheless, she slowly began to back away, the raccoon taking the opportunity to scurry away into the darkness.

Rooster shook his head, watching the raccoon's retreat. "Well, that was an adventure," he muttered to himself. And he felt bad for worrying Beatrice…a raccoon, of all things.

Inside the house, Beatrice was waiting anxiously, her expression a mix of concern and relief as she saw Rooster return,rubbing a towel that he got from the spare rooms downstairs so he doesn’t have a trail of water once he’s inside. "Roos, what happened?" she asked.

“Well,” he sighs, “We had an intruder,but it was small,fat and had tiny hands.” he smirks, “It was a raccoon.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,sorry about that gorgeous.” he says while drying his hair, “I didn’t want to worry you and I should’ve thought better.”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at the image of Rooster facing off against a mischievous raccoon in the pouring rain. "Well, that's certainly um...something," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm just glad it wasn't anything more serious."

Rooster grinned, shaking his head to rid himself of the last traces of raindrops. "Yeah, me too," he admitted, pulling off his shirt. "But I should have checked the cameras first before charging out there. My instincts got the better of me."

Beatrice approached him, her hand reaching up to cup his cool cheek. "It's okay, Roos," she said softly. "You were just trying to protect us. And it gave Eleanor a little excitement for the night, didn't it?"

Rooster chuckled, leaning into her touch. "Yeah, she's probably still on high alert, ready to defend us from any raccoon invasions."

They shared a warm smile, the tension of the moment completely dissipated. And he was immediately relieved by it.

As Rooster peeled off his wet clothes and changed into something dry, Beatrice fetched a fresh towel for him. Once he was comfortably dry, Rooster pulled Beatrice into his arms. She fit perfectly against him, her head resting against his chest. "Sorry for the scare, gorgeous," he murmured into her hair.

Beatrice sighed contentedly, her arms wrapping around him. "No need to apologize," she replied. "I know you'll always do whatever it takes to keep us safe. It's one of the things I love most about you."

“Hm,I’m honored.” he murmurs against her hair and she laughs, hugging his middle. “You feeling any better though?”

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the back of Rooster's shirt. "I do," she finally admitted, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Being in your arms always makes me feel better. And, well, the raccoon encounter certainly added a bit of excitement to the evening."

He knew she was trying her best and he loved her for it, kissing her forehead in comfort, ‘Nikki fell asleep?” she nods, still hugging him, “Only our daughter can sleep through such weather.”

‘Haha, yeah,” she says quietly, moving her eyes to where Eleanor was still looking outside, alert, fur raised on her spine, “...you think she’ll be like that the whole night?”

Rooster gazed out at Eleanor, who remained vigilant by the kitchen door, her white fur illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light. "She might be," he replied with a chuckle. “You know how she is. Once she's on duty, it takes a lot to distract her."

“Yeah…like a real security guard.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his arms still wrapped around Beatrice. "She definitely takes her job seriously," he remarked. "But I'm sure she'll settle down once she's convinced there are no more raccoon threats."

They stood there for a while, the rain still falling steadily outside, but the tension of the earlier scare had evaporated. In its place was a sense of peace and contentment that often accompanied moments like these, when they found comfort in each other's arms.

Beatrice let out a contented sigh and looked up at Rooster. "I think we should get some sleep," she suggested. "It's been quite a night, and we've got a big day tomorrow."

Rooster nodded, agreeing with her assessment. "You're right, gorgeous," he said. "Sleep sounds like a wonderful idea."

They untangled themselves from each other and stood up,but Rooster stopped when Beatrice grabbed his hand to take him upstairs to their bedroom, “I’ll join you in a bit,” he smiles,I just gotta check some things.”

“More raccoons?”

He smirks, “I promise I won’t get out in the rain,this time.” and he winks, kissing her knuckles before giving her ass a gentle love tap, one that makes her squeal as she walks up the stairs, “I won’t take long.” he reassures her once she gives him a look, leaning against the banister and only moving once she felt right.

With Beatrice gone, his smile diminished briefly and he looked back towards his office…he had to check the cameras. They decided to keep the ‘main frame’ in his office so it’d be easier to check if they needed.

Rooster made his way to the office, his steps echoing softly on the hardwood floors of their home. The rain outside continued its rhythmic dance, providing a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. As he entered the office, the soft glow of the monitors greeted him, casting a soft light over the room.

He settled into the leather chair behind the desk, his fingers dancing across the keyboard to wake up the system. It hummed to life, displaying the various camera feeds from around their property.

The multiple screens flickered to life, revealing different angles of their property. There was the front, the driveway, and the garden. Rooster's trained eye scanned each feed, looking for any signs of unusual activity, one of his hands holding his chin up

Raindrops clung to the camera lenses, distorting the view somewhat, but Rooster was still able to make out the familiar surroundings. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful now, a stark contrast to the earlier excitement with the raccoon.

But he wanted to make sure, he went back a few minutes before Eleanor started barking furiously, waiting until the image loaded.

Rooster patiently rewound the feed, watching as the minutes ticked backward. The rain-slicked driveway and garden gradually transformed into their previous state. The night was still, and the only movement was the gentle swaying of branches in the wind.

Then, he spotted it. A shadowy figure across the street, just moments before Eleanor had started barking. Rooster's heart skipped a beat as he focused on the figure. It was hard to make out any distinct features in the low-resolution footage, but the person appeared to be wearing dark clothing.

Now, it could be a random passerby for all the knew, but he couldn’t help the obvious gut wrenching feeling that took over him. He didn’t like it how it stood there, in the rain, for a few seconds.

It also appeared to walk away when Eleanor started barking.

Rooster's instincts were on high alert as he continued to scrutinize the figure on the surveillance footage. The fact that the person had been standing there, seemingly watching their house, was deeply unsettling. What had drawn them to their property in the middle of the night, especially in such inclement weather?

His mind raced through various scenarios, each one more concerning than the last. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, something beyond the innocent explanation of a passerby. The sudden departure when Eleanor had started barking only added to his unease.

Rooster leaned closer to the monitor, studying the figure's movements. It was challenging to make out any distinctive features, but the way they had lingered across the street and then retreated raised questions in his mind.

The uncertainty gnawed at him. Was this connected to the earlier incident with the raccoon, or was it something entirely different? Rooster knew he needed more information, more context, to understand what was happening.

He watched the figure for a few more moments, but they remained in the shadows, their intentions unclear. It was clear to him that he couldn't handle this situation alone. It was also clear he couldn’t just accuse someone for standing in the rain…there are crazy and weird people everywhere after all.

He didn’t want to alert Bea either…so he had one thing he should do.

“What?”

“I saw it Mav,” Bradley says, tapping his cup on the table as they have their lunch at the base, “Someone, stood there, under the heavy rain for a few seconds then only disappeared when Eleanor started barking.”

Maverick, who appeared calmer than Rooster was, just sipped his soda for a few seconds, “Alright, then what did you do?”

Bradley leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the mess hall table. He recounted the events of the previous night, starting with the encounter with the raccoon and leading up to the mysterious figure outside their home.

He asked questions, seeking clarity on specific points, such as the figure's appearance and behavior. Maverick knew that Bradley's account could provide crucial information for assessing the situation.

Once Bradley had described everything he had witnessed on the surveillance footage, Maverick took a moment to process the information. He glanced around the mess hall, ensuring their conversation remained confidential.

"Bradley, I need you to stay calm," Maverick said in a low, reassuring tone. "What you saw is certainly concerning, but we can't jump to conclusions. It could be a random incident or something more deliberate. We'll need to gather more information."

Bradley nodded, his expression tense but determined. "I understand that, Mav. But what should we do next?"

Maverick leaned back in his chair, considering their options. "First, we need to relax. Second," Maverick continued, "we're going to dig deeper into this. It's possible that this could be a one-time incident, but we can't take that chance."

“I mean, I don’t want to worry Bea,” he whispered, “She’s been going through it.”

“Honestly it could be a weirdo for all we care,” he shrugs, “Anything happened with the two of you that could’ve led to this?”

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, thinking about it, “Well…no?”

Maverick regarded Rooster with a thoughtful expression. "No recent conflicts, disagreements, or encounters that might have escalated?" he clarified, as if trying to draw out any detail, no matter how small, that might shed light on the situation.

Rooster scratched his chin, pondering the question. He couldn't recall any specific incidents that would have triggered such unusual attention. "Nothing I can think of," he replied, his brow furrowing. "We've been keeping to ourselves, focusing on Nikki and the twins, and there haven't been any disagreements or confrontations with neighbors or anyone else." he pauses, “Well there is this…Miranda, but she’s weird, nothing out of place.”

“Miranda,” Maverick repeats, “Tell me about her.”

Rooster leaned forward, his elbows resting on the mess hall table, as he began to describe Miranda, their somewhat eccentric neighbor. "Well," Rooster began, "Miranda lives a few houses down from us. She just…showed up out of nowhere and started acting weird, passive aggressive towards Bea."

Maverick listened intently, his mind processing this new information. "Has there been any recent interaction or dispute with Miranda that might have triggered her interest in your property?"

Rooster thought for a moment, trying to recall any encounters with their neighbor. "I mean she just showed up outta nowhere,Mav…I don’t know how that helps.” he shrugs, “We know nothing of that woman besides that she’s a Navy wife - you know the type - and that she is weirdly friendly towards Bea.”

"Hmmm...This whole situation is unsettling, and Miranda's behavior doesn't help. But let's remember to stay level-headed. We can't jump to conclusions."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know, Mav. It's just... I can't help but wonder if she might be somehow connected to all of this. I mean, she's the only new variable in the equation."

"It's natural to consider all possibilities," he said, "but we need evidence to support any theory. Right now, we have no concrete reason to suspect Miranda other than the timing of her arrival."

Rooster let out a frustrated sigh. "I know you're right, Mav. It's just hard not to feel paranoid about everything, especially when it involves the safety of my family."

“Just give it more time, maybe this was a one time only occurrence.” he says, sipping more of his soda, “By the way, is Bea home?”

“Uh,no,she’s at the hospital visiting the twins and Evelyn, she just gave birth and she wanted to be there for her.”

Maverick nodded in approval. "Sounds good and don’t worry, we'll leave no stone unturned, and we'll find out what's really going on. In the meantime, let's keep in close contact with Bea, make sure she feels safe, and stay vigilant."

“Yeah,”Rooster says softly, ‘Yeah, you are right.”

“I mean, the worst thing is that this Miranda is jealous of your garden.” he smirks, “Nothing more, you’ll see. It’ll all be resolved soon.”

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