#food shipments

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Large quantities of fine rhubarb grown by Lloyd Leaver, Port Credit, are finding a ready market in Montreal and other cities. Recently, Mr. Leaver, his father George Leaver, and three assistants were busy packing the first consignment for shipment to Montreal.. The photograph above shows Lloyd Leaver, right, and George Lennorth showing samples of their hot-house product. Last year more than 5,000 dozen branches were shipped and this year The mark will be exceeded by 1,000 bunches.”

- from the Kingston Whig-Standard. February 27, 1933. Page 12.

#port credit #montreal #rhubarb #spring harvest #farming in canada #greenhouse #food shipments #food distribution #great depression in canada

[gothhabiba]

I’ve been told by various importers that any Mamoul cookie coming from Saudi Arabia or Damascus actually contains Iraqi dates, even though the label says “Select Saudi dates.” The baking dates used in these cookies come from Iraq—they’re of better quality and they’re also cheaper. Between 2002 and 2004 there was a company in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates, that was bringing in dates from Basra, from a really famous company called the Al Moosawi Date Company. They were packaging them as Dubai Dates and selling them to the rest of the world as a product of the UAE.

That company stopped business in 2004 because there was a concern, actually a belief throughout the entire region, that the US and Britain had used depleted uranium in the bombs they dropped. From 30 million date palms in the mid-1970s the number fell to sixteen million, and by the end of the 2003 campaign Operation Iraqi Freedom, there were only three million date palms left in the entire country. And these palms were suffering from a kind of Fusarium bacterium, which many scientists link to the use of depleted uranium. The radiation lowers the tree’s immune system. The bacteria attack the trunk, making the trunks go flaccid and the crowns fall over. They end up looking like weeping people. It’s very sad, an ecological disaster that mirrors the human disaster.

Another thing I found out is that whenever anything is labeled from these other countries, Iraqi businessmen take an enormous hit. They see only 30 percent of their profit when these middlemen are involved. I talked about this with a representative from Dubai Dates. It was something he would never bring up with an Iraqi, because the relationship was so adverse. The Iraqis aren’t making any money, but it’s the only way they can get their dates out into the world.

I was also told that even a professional US importer would have problems bringing in Iraqi products. They’d have to wait months. I realized I might have to wait years. I called Charlie Sahadi and asked, “Do you remember me?” I said, “Listen, I found out we can import dates. I am talking to a company in Iraq that thinks we can do it—will you work with me?” He was saying things like, “Look, if this goes wrong, it’s like a black mark on our record, a blemish. The dates could be scanned, and you’ll end up paying $3,500.00 even before they get to our warehouse, and then the USDA [us Department of Agriculture] and the FDA [Food and Drug Administration] have to come and inspect them, and then they might get sent back.” So I tell Charlie I understand, but that I have a budget, and it’s cultural money. He said, “You know this is bad business.” And I said, Yeah, but it might be really good art. And he understood. He understood that if this works out, a big step could be made.

Michael Rakowitz in "Enemy Kitchen: An Interview with Michael Rakowitz," by Liza Johnson. Gastronomica, Vol. 7, No. 3 (Summer 2007), pp. 11-18. DOI 10.1525/gfc.2007.7.3.11.

#they eventually imported a small shipment of dates btw #food

[bleach-your-panties]

Just curious, how many Toge fuckers I got on here?? Make yourselves known lol.

#might have some food for you in a couple of days🍙 #💗💗🍡°shipment incoming! #toge inumaki #jjk inumaki #toge inumaki x reader

[screamingfromuz]

you know, seeing how useless my government is (they are still delivering the money from the curse coalition agreement), next to the amazing mass organization by the people who are delivering food, medications, clothing and other necessities, rescuing people and pets, organizing entertainment for kids and teen, building networks of social workers and therapist to help people and finding housing to displaced people...

If I wasn't an anarchist before... this is kinda proving my point of communities based governments.

#jumblr #israel #anarchism #ישראל #ישראבלר #this is a chaos that is slowly getting a shape and I adore it #they got so much stuff that they don't know what to do with it #I saw at least 3 massive shipments organized to support Bedouin because our government suck ass #one kitchen made so much food they are looking for more people to take it #there are kitchens for people with special dietary needs #people are assisting total strangers within hospitals #it of course terrible that the government we pay money to do it is not doing it #but it is proving that there is nothing better than a well organized driven community when it comes to support it's most vulnerable

[pastafossa]

Cat food people: hey you know that very specific wet cat food you get bulk shipments of every three months because you know exactly how much you need?

Me: yeah?

Cat food people: we're going to stop making it but we're also not going to tell you we stopped making it so you'll only find out when you run out and suddenly wonder where the 'late' shipment is. 🙂

Me: you realize some of us can't just randomly switch cat foods without making them sick, right?!?

Cat food people: yup, fuck you, have fun!

#not a SINGLE gd warnibg #not one #because fuck all of us using that wet food i guess #didn't even notice until i didn't get the shipment a few days ago but figured it was just a day or two late (has been in the past) #and i always plan with a few extras in case #but i am basically OUT today and when i went to look #oh hey no longer sold anywhere and not online but did we warn you nah #their site basically cancelled that part of the order but didn't even fucking TELL ME #did they refund me sure but only when they cancelled the order without alerting me a few days ago #thanks guys 🙄 it's not like i have a sick cat that can't just be shifted without risk of vomiting

[miodiodavinci]

in other news i want to personally thank the delivery person who picked out these apples from the store for me , , , they're so big and sweet and delicious and they even got me six of them instead of the four i ordered because the price in store was a little less than i paid in the app

#apples so good they give me hope for the future . . . . . . . #god. getting food delivered is so expensive though ; ; ; #my bank account has been weeping and wailing this past week from all the same day medicine deliveries and grocery shipments ; ; ; #but my partner's been at work and my older sibling is also quarantining for possible exposure so just. it's been the only option . . . . . #here's hoping the rest of my financial aid comes in soon so i can recoup my losses a bit h h h h ; ; ;

[mod2amaryllis]

so this very frustrating PetSmart tetra experience has been winding down because they are just friggin dying. yesterday morning we were down to 2 and last night that was down to 1 and frankly i was expecting the last survivor to go while i was at work. but.

i am going to try.... VERY hard for the next 12 hours...... to not get optimistic.... unfortunately I'm a romantic and i am rooting for this guy.

#convinced it was a bad shipment #the ammonia and nitrites have tested perfectly this whole time so it's not that #and every one that died was breathing rapidly and lost the red color right before they croaked #which i thought could be attributed to the quarantine meds which change water viscosity but it SHOULD be super- #-oxygenated with a sponge filter on one side air stone on the other and a nice circling current #so now this guy is breathing normally. colors bright. was at least CURIOUS about food even though it didn't wanna eat #trying not to give it too much attention since it's gotta be uber stressed being all alone #we're not gonna be around this weekend so i don't wanna risk moving my established tetras over if i can't observe #man i really really should not get my hopes up over a 3 dollar fish but cmon little dude you can do it #m2a #fish tag #fishblr #animal death

[killjoy-prince]

Yesterday's manga haul and lunch!!

#prince's talk tag #i now have every volume of w0tak0i #i saw a poster in kino advertising volume 8 of g/i/ven (Japanese version) and the illustration book and i knew i had to get the latter #bc i really like the art in that series #its a lot thinner than i thought it would be but it does have some of my faves in there #and this cool foldable piece in the middle that shows each of the main ones its so cool #i will say it did seem like kino either didnt pack out the night before/the morning before opening or they didnt get a shipment in #bc there were a lot of holes in the manga area. like empty space #and that's the main reason why i didnt buy a lot this time #i did go to b+n as well and while they had their section fairly full there wasnt a lot i was interested in getting #the top row of the books i got from kino and bottom was from b+n #and then for lunch i wanted to get my favorite ramen at a place only in the city #and i got takoyaki for appetizers and yo i fucking love takoyaki so much #the post that says what food makes you feel alive or whatever my answer would be takoyaki #and the ramen is spicy which is how i like it and its so good!! its kimchi ramen #food

[orcelito]

spilled gravy on myself today

#speculation nation #i also ate some creme brulee. extra toasty #i ate chicken. Twice. #still daydreaming about that chicken sandwich. it was the highlight of my day #uhmm. brown sugar shipment. dude was like 'this pallet is 600 pounds r u sure u have this?' #and me just rolling my eyes internally as if i havent pulled thousands of pounds to our storage room by myself b4 #yes i managed the 600 pound pallet without breaking a sweat. i was a lil winded but only bc ive been in bad shape today dlksjfdlj #went on a bike ride and sat out in the woods by the river again. i love going there & it was thankfully warm enough for it #and then i got food. chicken and mashed potatoes w/ gravy. thus the spilled gravy bc lol #wrote a little bit. might scrap a lot of it tho. im not currently statisfied with what i got for chapter 4 of Sentido #uhm. unfortunate things with my dnd group. we'll see how that goes though ahaha #anyways now it's time for me to continue thinking about trigun. toodles

[adobodemon]

"nutrition" "progress" apps are some bullshit I tried a couple since a week and a half back and it only took me that long to go back to how I was eating before them (which was perfectly fine lmao)

#anthy&tea #first of all it's impossible to keep whatever they call a diet while living with boomer parents that buy way too much food between themselv #second of all it's also impossible because I follow the path of least resistance always and forever baby #if im not in the mood to cook it's not getting cooked #thirdly i kinda shot myself in the food by getting a shipment from my local bakery who makes the best breads on this whole damn island

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"THE RUSH OF GRAIN MEANS SWIFT WORK," Toronto Star. October 4, 1913. Page 5. ---- Seven Samples of Grain Taken From Each Carload of Western Wheat. ---- "STABBING" A HARD JOB ---- Each Little Sample Laid Out on a Piece of Canvas - Winnipeg's Great Task. ---- Winnipeg. Oct. 4. - The rush of wheat goes on. The samplers in the railway yards work in groups of 13 and shifts of eight hours each. The men are divided over the work as follows: One man checks the numbers and opens the cars, eight men are employed in stabbing the cars, one man takes the sample bags, another closes and seals the car, and the last man carries the bags to the yard inspection office of the Grain Exchange, and one man is in charge of each group. The men who do the stabbing of the cars have the hardest work, as the cars are being filled to the absolute limit of weight, which leaves very little room, and it is no light undertaking to stab one of these cars to the absolute bottom in seven different places and keep it up for eight hours. Each sample as it is drawn out in the stabber is laid out on a piece of canvas. In this way it is possible to detect instantly if a car has been plugged. After the seven samples have been drawn the whole are mixed together, and from them the five-pound sample taken for the inspection office. The work is so perfectly organized that it is rare for more than six minutes to be taken to

The Busiest Man. Hector J. McLean, who is foreman in charge of sampling, has been with the Dominion Grain Inspection Department for twelve years, and for the past three has had entire supervision of the handling of all grain passing through the Canadian Pacific and Canadian Northern terminals at Winnipeg. He is a qualified grain inspector, but more than that he is a man with a genius for hard work.

One day recently the C. P. R. made a new record in terminal movement, namely, 5,014 cars in and out in one day. This probably is the biggest record of any sorting terminal in the world for the same time. There are yards, which are known as terminal yards, where trains come in and simply change engines and cabooses and go out again, but every train coming into the C. P. R. yards is sorted and remade. In ten hours 38 trains were despatched, a crew being called every 20 minutes. The grain trains coming in from the West run from 50 to 60 cars each, though one train of 68 cars of wheat alone was received, these cars being $3,000 capacity. East of Winnipeg it is not possible to haul such large trains, and trains are made up to capacity of grade, so that they may rush right through to the head of the lakes; and 41 80,000 pounds' capacity cars is the average of the train eastward from Winnipeg. The overhead bridge across the yard was crowded with spectators on Sunday afternoon, watching the cease- less movement of trains over the hump tracks.

The Yardmasters. A yardmaster occupies at once one of the most difficult and important positions in the whole railroad operation. The general yardmaster in a terminal like Winnipeg is a "kingpin," for if he falls down on his job, the steady flow of Western grain is at once checked, and all kinds of complications would follow. Needless to say, there is no falling down on the jib in Winnipeg this year, as the daily movement of cars in and out is abundant testimony.

The public have grown so accustomed to efficient railway service, that the stupendous movement is hardly appreciated, and, in fact, Westerners have grown so accustomed to growling at the railroads that they seldom stop to think that in spite of some imperfections and to high freight tariffs, the Canadian West has one of the most wonderful transportation systems in the world, length and haul and climatic conditions considered. The enormous amount of detail which must necessarily go to the perfect handling of such an immense number of cars (the greater part of which are handled on single tracks) demands not only men of thoroughness and reliability, but also men with "a vision."

The men in subordinate positions work in shifts of eight hours, but the general yardmaster of terminals, when the Western grain rush is on, works practically 24 hours a day, for though he goes through the ceremony of retiring at night, he does so with a telephone at his ear, and if any unforeseen contingency arises he is more likely to be found in the yards at three in the morning than he is in his bed.

#winnipeg #grain terminal #harvest time #fall harvest #grain farming #logistics of food #grain shipment #canadian prairies #farming in canada #railway workers #railyards #railway capitalism

[trukkinsblog]

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#food and beverage shipping #food supply chain #food and beverage logistics #food and beverage shipments #food and beverage logistics tracking

[ahaura]

(Oct. 26) @Mondoweiss: One of the bakeries that Israel bombed in Nuseirat refugee camp had just received a shipment of flour from UNRWA meant to cover the food needs of the entire camp. Israel waited to bomb it once all the flour was unloaded.

They let humanitarian aid in. Then they bombed it so that Gaza would starve.

[Article]

#palestine #geopol #📁.zip

[stuckinapril]

Reuters published a heartbreaking article yesterday (March 19) about northern Gaza being officially on the verge of famine, with the the Integrated Food Security Phase Classification (IPC) stating that it’s likely to hit anywhere between now and May at the latest. That’s less than two months from now. Israel responds to this by not only failing to acknowledge the starvation they have wrought altogether, but also by going so far as to state that Israel “not refused a single shipment of medical supplies.” Meanwhile, tent cities have become breeding grounds for diseases of all kinds, because there’s no longer any clean water available and people are forced to live in extremely crammed spaces. 90% of children under 5 in Gaza are now suffering various diseases. 90% of children. Let that sink in.

#palestine #NINETY PERCENT. #In a majority children place

[ghastbutlikegay]

did i ever tell you guys about my mouse ocs

#theyre technically plnky and the brain ocs #<-- misspelled so i dont come up in the tag #one of them is an escape genetically altered lab mouse who managed to sneak into a shipment of petstore mice #and the other is a regular petstore mouse #and they were adopted as a pair by this human who has a weird obsession with this conspiracy theory #that there are two very small immortal men trying to take over the world (who everyone has seen but no one remembers) #and these two pet mice are aware of this #but dont care because theyre living in luxury (big cage much enrichment yummy food) #okay technically. only the escaped lab mouse is aware #because her cagemate is just a normal mouse and also a little bit stupid

[k1ngpin42]

You two aren’t dating but she thinks you’re hers.

Note: The fics pretty long so I'll have the smut in bold as per usual. I also take requests. Enjoyy

Warnings: Fingering & fisting, dominant Abby, cunnilingus, thigh riding, rough, restraints, scissoring, possessive Abby, hickeys 

You’ve been best friends with Abby as long as you can remember. Her dad loves you, you go on all assignments together and she trusts you more than anyone. 

As you’ve grown older, in turn you have also gotten considerably prettier, stronger, and others have definitely noticed. Men and women alike have been flirting with you during and after assignments. Most attempts at courting you were unsuccessful though. Ever heard the term ‘if a look could kill?’ Well if anyone sent so much as a smile in your direction, she would return their affections with a look so intense they might as well be dead.

It had been a few days since you had been assigned somewhere with Abby. You knew she loved doing the more strenuous stuff with Manny, so you had been partnered with a nice man named Ryan for most of your recent missions. He had been helping you adjust to long shipment assignments and high risk activities such as defending areas rich in supplies, but a lot of the time Ryans patrol were assigned to what WLFS call “ghost missions,” (scanning large perimeters of land for trespassers, even when 9 days out of 10, the only people trespassing were infected stragglers.)

The two of you were closer than the other’s in his patrol group, likely because most patrols were so fucking boring and you two needed a way to pass the time. It was becoming clear he had certain affection growing towards you, and after being so…distracted by Abby all these years, you decided the attention was nice.

You made your way to the dining hall for breakfast. You never ate anything that early in the morning as a result of your night-person-only demeanour, however you enjoyed sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee and listening to the white noise of people eating and chatting before going out into the cruelty of Seattle. The dining hall felt like a sort of safe haven for you in the mornings, a time when there weren’t so many people as to make you feel overwhelmed but just enough to convince you that you weren’t entirely alone. 

You were surprised to see Abby and Manny getting trays of food and chatting in the line. Your face involuntary flushed when they approached. It wasn’t noticeable, but you felt the heat under your skin. 

“Manny!” You exclaim, happily. You two had always been platonic soulmates. His irritating puns and smooth way of talking was refreshing in a place with so many serious people. You supposed that’s why you liked Abby too. Aside, of course, from her arms that could, and you would happily let, crush you with ease. 

“Hey Abs.” You say, more quietly and with less excitement. She smiles widely at you.

“It’s good to see you again, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She remarks, sitting across from you. Manny sits next to her.

“So what’s new?” Manny asks, and before you can answer Abby looks at your empty tray with mild concern.

“You’re not eating?” She asks. You’re taken by surprise a little and take a beat before answering.

“Just coffee.” You reply, still feeling more nervous than you should. 

“You should eat before assignments.” She instructs. 

“I’ll be fine.”

You notice a reaction of either disgust, irritation, or both appear on Abby’s face and you turn around to see what it could be. You smile when you notice Ryan approaching.

“Ryan! Good morning!” You say. Abby rolls her eyes.

“A lot of excitement for 9 in the morning.” She mumbles to Manny.

“Hey!” He speaks with excitement, pulling out the bench slightly and sitting beside you. Abby practically groans.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was someone sitting there?” He asks politely. Abby grunts.

“Well…no, but-“

“No one’s sitting there.” You reassure him, looking deeply into his eyes as he gets comfortable in his chair.

“I got you some of those packaged cornflakes you love to snack on. I knew you wouldn’t be hungry enough for breakfast but the sugar should you give you enough energy for the day.” He explains, passing you a packet. 

“What a gentlemen.” Manny claims with amusement. Abby’s face now depicted an expression that the word “annoyed” wouldn’t even justify. 

“She doesn’t eat breakfast.” Abby speaks, almost like a warning. You just smile softly at her, then back at him.

“No, no it’s very sweet, I’ll have some.” You say, peeling off the packaging and taking a small handful of some. 

“You’ll need the energy, we’ve got another one of those long cargo shipments ahead of us. It’ll finally just be us today.” He says, pushing a spoonful of some sort of porridge into his mouth from the bowl in front of him. 

“Isaac’s trusting us to be alone together?” You ask with delight. He nods his head and Abby gives another appalled look.

“Why wouldn’t you be? Can you two not focus together or what?”

You look at her, confused at where this attitude is coming from. 

“Aha…no, it’s just we usually go in a four person patrol, I guess he trusts us more now.”

“Or he just doesn’t want to waste too many men for such long periods of time-“ Ryan tries to say before getting interrupted.

“Actually-“ Abby begins abruptly in a way that seemed to startle even herself. Everyone turns to look at her and she doesn’t let this intimidate her, too deep in it now to stop talking.

“I came to tell you that you’re with me today. Manny’s swapping with Ryan.”

“I’m sorry, what??” Manny starts. Abby gives Manny a pleading look. He sighs.

“It’s true.” He agrees through gritted teeth.

“Oh…” Ryan murmured. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, Manny’s a great ally to have for shit like this.” You offer, now rubbing his arm gently. He nods.

“I was hoping to spend more time with you.”

“Well we don’t need patrol for that.” You say, somewhat flirtatiously. His whole attitude seems to shift and if auras were visible, his would be golden right now.

“Then, do you want to hang out when you’re back?” Once again, your chance to respond is taken from you.

“That’ll be impossible, it will probably be night time by the time we’re back.” Abby explains. His smirk widens, still making eye contact with you.

“Even better.” 

This is Abby’s final straw and she gets up and grabs your wrist which appears to vanish completely under Abby’s large fist.

“She’ll think about it.” She says, guiding you away. You look at her, not annoyed, just confused.

“Abigail…” You start, softly. She doesn’t say anything, she seems too angry with life to process words right now.

“I mean no offence by this question, but Abs, are you okay?” She doesn’t respond for a while, still guiding you to the wagons. She sighs before answering.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asks, as if the question were aimed towards herself, rather than you.

You shrug. “Must have been my imagination.” She doesn’t say anything and just lifts you up onto the wagon. There are two other men there and Abby tells them you’re ready, the wagon leaving swiftly at her command. 

“So what was with the swap?” You ask. She seem’s happier now, or at least less tense. She lets out a deep breath. 

“I missed you.” She replies, nonchalantly. You feel your heart do things that can’t be healthy inside your chest at these words. You nod, trying to keep your composure. 

“Cool.” You say, finally allowing yourself the courage to look her into her eyes again. 

When you reach a block in the road, you both get out decide to look for alternate ways across. There’s some debris blocking the road that appears almost impossible to clear from this side. You also notice that there are some buildings you could potentially cut through. You walk up to one and a runner runs out at you. You desperately pull it away from your neck, stabbing it with your pocket knife. 

Abby runs in at the commotion and see’s the dead runner on the floor. 

“Are you bit?” She breathes out, her face consumed with panic. You laugh.

“No.” You say, giving her a comforting smile. “Of course not.” 

“Let’s keep mo-“ you start. Abby pulls you in without the faintest of warnings, hugging you tightly.

While blushing ferociously at the feel of her large body against yours, the refinement of the muscles on her arms, the feeling of her chest against yours, you manage a strained.

“I’m alright.”

She doesn’t let you go at this. Instead, she snakes her arms around your body, moving her arms down to your hips. You feel the lower part of your body quiver and you quickly press your legs together, some part of you believing she could know the things you thought about her somehow. 

“What are-“ She moves her hands to your ass, then hips, then she runs them back up again. 

“I missed you.” She breathed out. You break away from the hug and look at her directly in the eyes.

You search desperately for any indication of deception. This has to be some kind of prank. If Abby liked you back you would know, wouldn’t you? 

The thought occurs to you that she didn’t know you liked her, so why couldn’t the same thing apply?

No. There was no way. Abby was straight, probably…

“Abby?” You question. She eyes you slowly. 

“Mm…” She hums, clearly in her own world. 

“Why…” You pause, and it feels like that girl has taken every breath from your body body before you can take it.

“Why did…you want me to come with you today?” You feel the heat of the air from both your mouths. You’re so fucking close to each other, it would take almost nothing to- no. Focus, you keep telling yourself. 

“You’re a good shot, good company too, I missed it.” She declares, matter-of-factly. You nod and she puts a large hand on your face.

“Or maybe I didn’t want you doing assignments with that boy toy.” You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way her hand is making you feel.

“And how is Ryan a boy toy?” You ask, stammering a little.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She demands, and her tone startles you. Her eyes soften when she notices your reaction.

“He clearly wants to sleep with you, I’m just looking out for you cause I mean, men like that they only want one thing, you know?” She asks softly. You give her a provocative look.

“What if I only want one thing from him too?” You watch as Abby’s eyebrows furrow and that same look of disgust splashes over her.

“You CAN’T be serious.” She spits, removing her hand and stepping away from you.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like anyone else wants me-“

“I-“ Abby practically yells, her words trailing off.

“He’s not good for you. He wouldn’t know…how to treat you.” You sigh.

“Well, I need to sleep with someone.” You admit “Why does it bother you?”

“Because, you belong to me.” She says quietly, looking down at the ground. You’re stunned at her words.

“What? I…don’t belong to anyone-“

—————————————————————————————

✨Smut✨

“Can I kiss you?” She asks, the question sounding more like an order. 

You don’t allow yourself to consider anything else before grabbing her face and mashing you lips against hers. 

Still stunned by the situation, you feel her lips part obediently against yours and you gain the chance to suck on her tongue, tasting the inside of her mouth as the kisses became deeper, more intense. 

Your head is racing, but you ignore the scrambled thoughts, letting yourself moan slightly into the kiss, feeling her hands tracing your shirt.

“Please.” She says quietly. You don’t know what’s happening, she’s never treated you like this, never wanted you. You’ve heard her say please maybe once- actually, you’re not sure you’ve heard her say that at all, but now here she was, practically begging to see more of you. 

It’s Abby fucking Anderson after all, so despite logic dictating that the reasonable decision would be to talk things out and see if her feelings are genuine, you comply without even taking a breath, practically tearing your shirt off for her. 

She practically stares at your chest, mesmerised by the way they sit perfectly in your well fitted bra, deep blue and black lace. Once she manages to close her jaw, she gapes, “you wear this on all your patrols?” You shake your head.

“All my others were in the wash…” you stammer. She says nothing, grabbing you forcefully and putting her lips on your neck. 

You moan involuntarily, knowing your neck is your sweet spot and now, she knows it too. Instead of just kissing it now, she sucks harshly at your skin like you’re a goddamn lollipop, running her tongue over different areas as she went.

“Take yours off too.” You say, feeling heat grow between your legs at even her simplest of  actions. Her smirk makes you go feral. 

“Already desperate for me, hm?” She asks. The back of your neck is hot and you feel your stomach doing summersaults.

Deciding actions speak louder than words, you lift her shirt off her shoulders and you could melt right fucking there. In all her glory, a perfect chest covered by a pale coloured bra. A stunning set of Abs with a light shine of sweat from the travel and heat and you can see her arms fully now, and they were just as you had imagined, if not better.

“Fuck, Abs, you’re so-“ You whimper when she bites down unexpectedly at your neck before moving her mouth away. Then, she kisses your stomach, all the while moving her fingers down into your underwear.

“Take this shit off.” She instructs, motioning at your jeans by pulling aggressively at the fabric. You sigh at how obedient you’ve become, kicking your shoes off, then lowering your pants to the floor. 

“Good girl.” Abby grinned, putting her whole hand in your underwear with no warning.

“Mm…” A high pitched moan escapes your lips in anticipation, it’s quiet, but in the small room Abby could hear the sweet chorus of your moans in her ear, making her speed up her pace. 

She found your clit immediately, using two of her wide fingers to draw painfully slow circles across where you were most sensitive. 

“A…Abby” You shut your eyes tight as she feels you, fucking with all of your senses for sport. 

‘Look at me when I’m fucking you.” She demands, using her left hand to cover your throat. She doesn’t squeeze though, she doesn’t want to hurt you, at least not yet. 

“Stop….teasing me.” You plead as she continues having her way with your cunt, fingers already drenched as a result of her torture. She smirks.

“You shouldn’t have let that slut sit with us.” She says, stopping what she’s doing and putting them inside you this time, moving her thumb quickly over your clit in their absence. She start’s fucking your inner walls as rough as she wants to, not giving a fuck how overwhelming it feels. You lean your head back, gripping at her biceps and clawing them slightly with your nails. She gasps at the feeling of this, and you can tell she’s getting off on it. 

“That’s what this ’s about? Mmm….” You moan, still looking into her eyes as best you can. “You’re jealous?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” She says, removing her fingers from your neck and putting them in your mouth instead.

“Put that pretty mouth to use and be grateful for the pleasure I give you.” You suck gratefully at her fingers and instead of the slow pace she was doing before, she goes so fast you feel your stomach start to swirl immediately. “MMM” You moan through her fingers. She doesn’t stop, not even when you claw at her arms so hard they make imprints in her skin. You can’t fight the need to close your eyes this time, and suddenly, right before orgasm, you feel nothing. Her long, wide fingers go out of you and your pussy pulses, as if to complain in morse code. She removes her hands from your mouth.

“Why?” You gasp. She kisses you deeply again, throwing you against a wall and protecting your head with her hand.

“I told you, look at me when I’m fucking you, or I stop.” She warns, putting her hand into your underwear again.

You cry out as she does so, you were already so sensitive. She smiles innocently at you.

“Aw, too much baby?” She asks, still refusing to switch up her speed, moving fast and hard in and out of your cunt. The slick from inside you leaks off her fingers, painting the inside of your thighs. She keeps going. And going. Until you are clutching onto her and throbbing as you release on her hand. 

 You let out a satisfied sigh, but Abby is far from reaching that point herself and looks around the room, spotting an empty couch. 

She picks you up effortlessly, your legs clinging onto her. She throws you onto the couch, moving on top of you and ensuring you have no where to go. Once in a good position, she’s moving her knee dangerously close to your cunt. 

“It’s too soon…” you breathe out, moving your legs together to protect your dripping pussy. She ignores you, circling your clit and entire pussy with her concealed knee. The tough material of her green cargo jeans manipulating yet another painful orgasm from her is a feeling second to none, and she already has you moaning her name.

“A…Abby…” you cry. She moves faster.

You let out a shaky gasp. “…bby” she moves wider.

“A-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before bucking your hips into her knee and another orgasm floods your body. 

“You’re so wet for me baby.” She hums, taking off her belt and pants. 

“Put your arms up.” She commands,her expression neutral and portraying that same look she always gets when she has something she needs to get done. You just look at her, admiring her body. Her eyes darken at your behaviour and she grabs your arms, tying her belt over them with one hand, tightening your hands together.

“Don’t want to listen to me, huh? I’ll show you what happens when you don’t behave. While gaping over the fact you can no longer move your hands, Abby pushes her head in between your cunt and you practically scream as she tastes you, flattening her tongue on your clit and moving her head around and around to explore every bit off your pussy like it’s the most important thing she’ll ever do.

She moans out as she does it and your pussy throbs in her mouth at this. You can tell this has swiftly became Abby’s new favourite activity, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this becase a regular hang out routine.

Your confined hands make it harder for you, as you can’t grab on to Abby’s hair or even the leather couch. She continues moaning and sucking sloppily, her hands on either thigh.

“I’m, I’m gonna-“ You start, and Abby takes this as an indication to give you everything she has, putting three fingers into your tight hole all while not coming up for air.

Abby slows down the movements with her tongue, still giving you enough to feel fucking heavenly, but not enough to make you cum just yet.

With every bit of care, Abby slowly puts a fourth finger in and tears dwell in your eyes.

“F….fuck….mmmhm” You cry. She moves her head away so she’ll be audible.

“Think you can take my whole hand baby?” Feral was an understatement of understatements. This question made you feel so fucking insane you probably wouldn’t even remember your own name if you were asked it right now. You look at her hand, her wide fingers, her massive fist you had seen use to bash people’s skulls into the floor, her whole fist would probably cause some sort of damage to you, surely…

“Yea..” you whisper. She smiles widely.

“That’s my good girl.” She says before returning to her previous position, licking your glistening slit as she eased her hand inside you. 

“Mmm fu- mmmm Ab- oh m- fuck” The feeling of her tongue was electrifying. To think Abby could have liked you before, to think you guys could have been doing this ages ago, fuck there was nothing like it in the world. You always dreamed of this, always wondered what it would be like if she used those hands for more than just violence or working out, and now you got your answer. Now you truely knew how fucking good she was. 

That sensation she had made you experienced several times in the last hour or less was returning and as she continued doing tricks with her tongue and hand, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

“Abigail….” You moan. She moves her fist in and out slightly faster.

“I’m gonna fucking….Abby~~” You gasp, releasing hard as your body cried out for a break. It takes a while to take back your breath as Abby eases out of you, admiring her now coated hand.

“Was that good, baby?” You don’t reply, blushing ferociously at the site of her hand and fingers.

“Come on,” she says, untying your hands. “You’ve got one more in you my gorgeous girl.” She chants, and now that you can actually see again, you have the opportunity to see her entire body. She’s wearing boxers that look so fucking good on her you want to tear them off with your teeth. 

She notices your staring and smiles. 

“Like what you see baby?” You nod excitedly.

“God, yes.” You exclaim. She has that cocky fucking smirk on her face again. She knows she good. 

“You’re hands are free now, you can touch.” She explains, her voice low. Before you even have a chance to touch her, though, she grabs your arm and does it for you, placing your hand there and allowing you to feel the shape of her cunt through the smooth material. 

And fuck. She’s wet. You don’t why you thought she wouldn’t be. Maybe you had assumed she was above that, or maybe you were still in denial she had any kind of feelings for you at all, even if she only wanted sex or whatever the fuck it is Abby wants. 

You start feeling her up through the fabric and she tilts her head.

“You first.” You let out an annoyed breath and she laughs at how adorable she finds you.

“You’ve already made me…well…a lot.” You say, your face a deep red. 

“Why can’t I let you feel good?” You ask. She picks you up and places you on her thigh, leaning herself back against the sofa. 

“Pleasuring you does make me feel good baby. So I’m gonna do anything and everything I want to you unless I hear any objections.” Still blushing, you nod.

“You won’t get any from me.” You declare quietly.

“I’m gonna teach you better than to question me.” She insists, grabbing your hips and moving your clit over her bare thigh. You can’t help but smile as pleasure surrounds you again.

“Fuck Abs…” She keeps guiding your hips, breathing heavy herself at the sight of you.

“Look at you, my pretty girl fucking herself on my leg. I wonder, does it turn you on?” Your still throbbing cunt feels amazing against her quads and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck and pull yourself in closer.

“Yes.” You admit in her ear. She kisses you hungrily while increasing the pace.

“Yes, what?”

“A…abby.” You say, and her eyes roll back, her head hitting the wall at how turned on she is. You could cum at the sight of it.

“Will you please let me make you cum?” You ask, just wanting her to feel even a fraction of what she’s made you feel. She takes one hand off your hip and puts it on your neck, her hand fitting almost completely around it. 

“Look at you.” She whispers, enticingly.  “SO fucking desperate. The way I love.” Abby coos. You roll your eyes.

“Will you at least take your bra off?” She shoves you down onto the couch, pinning your hands down with her over you.

“Do you want to see what happens when you keep making demands before I’m done with you?” She asks. 

Still gasping for air from the shock of the situation, you don’t answer, instead you just shake you head. You want her too fucking bad, you can’t wait to be fucked any longer, even if painful and slowly drawn out orgasms with her hands and mouth were arguably as good right about now.

“Don’t make me tie your hands again.” She warns, retuning you to the position before and watching you get off on her thigh. You remain like this for some time, just slowly feeling yourself on her bare thighs.

“Tell me how good it feels baby.” 

“S’ good Abs.” You say, and she increases the pace. 

“Tell me what you think of Ryan.”

“What? N-now?” You breathe out, already closer to the edge than you should be right now. Before she can make another one of her remarks, you stop her.

“Alright, alright, I- I don’t know, he’s okay-“

“Do you think he’s hot?” She asks, sucking on your neck as she guides your hips. You moan loudly when she does this, fuck you love when she kisses your neck. You would let your entire neck be riddled with hickeys for her, you wouldn’t even care who saw. 

“I asked you a question.” “No. No I don’t think he’s hot.”

“So you were gonna use him for sex, then? No attraction?” Abby asks. Fuck you’re so close. 

“I….yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Abby, I…was gonna use him for sex.” 

“Why?”

“Abby I’m gonna c-“

“WHY?” She yells. Fuck you’re cumming. 

“C-cause I n- ugh~”  She hugs you tightly, still not removing you from her thigh. You breathe out desperately. 

“I needed a distraction from you.” You blurt out, teary eyed from all the sex. She actually looks surprised at this.

“Wait, what? From me?”

“I’ve liked you for….mmm…a while.” You say. She kisses you deeply for a long time, several minutes of just entangling your mouths in each others throats, if that were even possible.

“I…wanted you so bad that I- I thought he would distract me, make it hurt less that you didn’t want m-“ “You shut the fuck up. I’ve never not wanted you. You’re fucking mine.”

“What? But you never said anything.” You exclaim. She shakes her head dismissively. 

“Yeah well I’m a fucking idiot. Let’s see if there’s a bed in this place, I wanna fuck you properly.”

You look down at the infected on the floor not too far from you.

“Ah yes, the bed belonging to that dead guy over there, romantic.” She can’t help but laugh at this and you both walk through the building, (you practically limping you’re that sensitive). There’s a bedroom. The bed doesn’t look exactly comfortable, but it’s better than a couch or floor.

In saying that though, you would let Abby take you anywhere on any surface at any time if you were truly being honest with yourself. 

She places you carefully on the bed. 

“It’s not that bad?” She asks, and you both smile. She takes her bra off and you try your best to keep your composure but in your mind you’re smiling like a little girl.

“Go on then.” She says, and she doesn’t need to tell you twice. You pin her down, (something she definitely let you do rather than something you did yourself) and start kissing her tits, sucking only for a few seconds on each of her hard nipples. The actual flesh there is soft and you let your hand explore her exposed chest too.

She just watches, amused. Your hand reaches into her boxes and she opens her mouth to stop you, but bites her tongue. She’s not used to anything less than rough, quick sex, all of which she was usually the dominant one, but then again, she’s never been with anyone she cared about until now. She lets out a surprised and satisfied gasp when you find her weakest spot quite easily and rub circles over the area with two fingers at a swift pace.

“Mmm.” She speaks, happily. You position your head in between her legs, still moving your fingers and letting consequent moans and gasps leave her pretty lips. You kiss her inner thigh, licking the muscular skin and eventually sucking it too, leaving dark purple marks there. You go to suck her off through the fabric but she puts a hand on your chin and pulls you back up to eye height. 

“I don’t think so. My turn.” You don’t fight her on this and she pulls her underwear down, tossing it on the floor. Then, she takes off any of your remaining clothes and licks down your entire body. She spits on your pussy, as if it weren’t wet enough, and positions herself cautiously. 

She moves her leg up over your shoulder and pulls you into her and fuck. She fits in you like a fucking glove. You both gasp at the contact. Your arms are up straight to support yourself and your head tilts back, both moaning in unison.

“Mmm….fuck, baby” 

“A…Abby.” You both moan. You move faster and somehow you both manage to keep a perfect rhythm, feeling heat and various other things between you.

“Tell me I’m…fucking yours.” Abby orders between moans. 

“I’m yours Abby.” “You belong- ah~”

“I belong to Abby…Anderson.” You breathe out. She leans her head back.

“Fuck baby keep doing that and I’ll come.”

“There’s no-one else but you Abby.”

“Mmmph~” She replies, shutting her eyes. You can tell she’s so close.

“No one….can fuck me like y- ah~~”

“Fuck I’m c- mmm.” She let’s out, and you both feel each other’s orgasms in addition to your own. 

You don’t stop right away though, you ride it out until there’s nothing left and the sheet’s below you are drenched. 

When you finally regain consciousness or, at least a grip on reality, you look up at Abby who’s stroking your hair with her middle fingers.

“That was probably my most eventful patrol yet.” You say. She kisses you deeply.

“Sorry I was so rough on you.”

“Yeah, where did that even come from? I mean…do you fuck all your friends when you don’t like someone they talk to?” You tease. She huffs.

“Call me your friend again and I’ll fuck you into next week.”

You grin. 

“Deal.”

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