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sleepinghypnos · 8 months ago

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The Creed...

Chapter 1 - Penthouse

Genre: Smut

Tags: F/M, F/F/M, F/F/F/M, Facefuck, Throatfucking Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Harem, Self-degradation, Masochism/Sadism(?), Cum Play, Piss Play

(The things in the tags will be present when the time needs for it.)

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-fiction and does not depict the person/people mentioned in the story.

A/N: You can self-insert if you want...

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

"What is it? I'm preoccupied, so make it quick." Vlad answered the call.

"Fine. Just send them to my house... but I will not be responsible if something happens to them." He replied with his slightly deep voice and end the call.

*Silenced Gunshot*

"Blame your competitor, not me." Vlad immediately packed up his sniper rifle and fled the scene while remembering what one of his close associates in the entertainment industry said few moments ago, he begged him to accommodate a number of female K-pop idols for the purpose of strengthening the bond between idols through a experimental project wherein they live together as Tenants, cameras will not be present just them living together and at the end of their time as tenants they will do an interview regarding the way of life living with other k-pop idols aside from their respective members. In this way, the fandoms of each k-pop group will stop fighting over trivial things on the internet and support other idols.

Vladimir Creed was a 26 year old Half-European and Half-American man. His parents died in a car accident when he was still a child and only his grandfather is his only family left. He's living a lavish lifestyle full of money, expensive cars and women...

His family or more like his grandfather founded a huge company in America and owns many stocks in the entertainment industry in Korea and since Vlad is not someone who actively makes himself noticeable or well-known, he parties without revealing his true identity to anyone with a few exception of course, he has few actual friends and all of them are also young masters of their own families just like he was and he rarely expresses his emotions so he has a hard time managing it.

In his typical days, he spends most of his time just relaxing in his penthouse, in which he bought himself with his own money. though it may seem strange since he parties every chance he get, he has a very unique talent and that is being a hired gun that even his grandfather didn't know.

And while relaxing, he usually goes naked after a shower because there is no one in the house, It's is personal space after all. His maids and butlers will only come if they were asked for and he cooks for himself.

His penthouse is in a small island near the coast and there is only one bridge connected to it. So, guests who'll visit the island can use the bridge without the need of boats.

...

Vlad arrived at his house but welcomed by cars parked near the main gate. "What the fuck is this?" He said to himself, he got out of his car to check what's going on then he remembered Eunseok, one of his close associates said few hours ago. "Now it makes."

Then he called one of the guards to let him pass, and so they did. He drove and the people blocking the path dispersed and he got in smoothly.

"Let them in, they are going to live here indefinitely." Vlad announced to the guards and went inside to change.

Most of the people outside the penthouse are already inside the living area, he saw the k-pop idols waiting for the master of the house.

"I'm Vladimir Creed, but you can call me Vlad. I'm the owner of this house, my friend already told me what you guys are going to do. So feel free live here." and he looked at managers of each of the group "There are places in the house that is not available, I don't care if they used the swimming pool, drink at the bar." Pointing at the wet bar near the kitchen. "Or anything, but, all of third floor is off limits because that's where my room is located."

The producer nodded and introduce the idols that will be living with him in the house.

He extended his hand for a handshake to ITZY's Yuna and Ryujin, Aespa's Karina and Winter, (G)-Idle's Soyeon and Miyeon, Red Velvet's Irene, Seulgi, and Joy, and Twice's Sana, Mina, and Nayeon which they received with a smile.

One day has passed, the girls are eating lunch in the long refectory table since they woke up late just like Vlad was and the maids and butlers were there to assist them.

After lunch, the Red Velvet and Twice members were gathered in the backyard, enjoying a beautiful sunny day by the pool. They were relaxing and chatting about their recent performances, when they suddenly heard a splash from the pool.

Curious, they all turned to see Nayeon filling up a water gun and aimed at them. Panic set in as they scream and run around the pool to avoid getting wet since they just want to enjoy the sun.

Running made them exhausted and they decided to have a friendly water fight. Joy and Seulgi teamed up against Sana and Mina, Nayeon and Irene. Laughter and screams filled the air as they chased each other around the pool, trying to get each other wet

In the living room, Ryujin and Karina were sharing a bucket of ice cream while watching a romantic K-drama. They were joined by Soyeon and Miyeon, who couldn't resist the delicious smell of the popcorn. They all cuddled under a blanket, enjoying the show and teasing each other about their favorite characters. Yuna and Winter are busy doing some tiktok challenge.

As the sun set, the members of ITZY, Aespa, and (G)-Idle joined their sun-kissed Seniors in the pool. They all gathered around the pool, sharing stories, and having a heart-to-heart conversation. For a moment, the backyard was filled with the sound of their laughter and friendship.

As the night came, they all gathered in the living room to watch a movie together. They munched on some snacks and cuddled on the couch, enjoying their time together. It was a perfect day off for all of them, a day filled with laughter, bonding, and memories that they will cherish forever.

Karina asked the butler where Vlad was and she was led to the study where he spends time if he's not doing anything.

When Karina entered the study, she was met with a tall, imposing figure staring at her from behind a large oak desk. Vlad's dark hair was slicked back, and he exuded a sense of power and mystery. Karina couldn't help but feel a pull towards him, she already know that this man is handsome the moment she land her eyes on him earlier in the morning.

"Um, Sir? I just want to asked if we can have some of the liquor in the wet bar." She asked while slowly approaching him.

"Didn't I told you girls that you can do whatever you want with the wet bar?" He answered and walked to towards her. "And you're asking me when you already half drunk."

Karina got embarrassed but it faded when a faint smile appeared on Vlad's lips, she was mesmerized. "Are you sure that's the reason why you're here?" he was close to her, Karina needs to look up just to meet his eyes.

Karina pulls him for a kiss and reciprocated it with the same intensity. It started as vanilla kissing until in turns into something like animals in heat and eventually began to make out with insane passion. Vlad grab her waist to pull her closer, her hands were hugging his neck.

He noticed she wanted more and so he obliged and brought one hand to feel up her breasts which made Karina moan between their kisses.

Their kiss was passionate, Vlad keeping her in his arms while she let herself be consumed by him. It lasted for few minutes until they both stopped quietly staring at each other.

"D-did you like it?" Karina said while catching her breathe.

"I did, your lips are sweet with a hint of whiskey... you really were half drunk." Brushing his thumb on her lips. "Want me to lead this time?" he asked her while caressing her face.

"Yes, please." Karina said.

“Do you think could handle it?” Vlad responded seemingly showing concern.

Karina nodded. “I did have my own few boyfriends before...”

“I won't doubt it but... I get rough. Really rough. I'm sure it's something you haven't experience before..."

“You are worrying about me and that's sweet but I think I'm gonna be fine... please don't hold back and just give it to me.” She said while making a serious face.

Vlad's hand roam towards her neck and stayed there and slowly gripping it. Her cunt throb as they kiss again and slowly stripping each other’s clothes off, his hands still in her neck slightly choking her.

As their bodies got liberated from their clothing, Vlad immediately attacks Karina's big breasts making her moan, her hands couldn't resist to push his head closer. His other hand goes to Karina's precious treasure and starts invading it.

"This fucking slutty tits of yours keeps leering people on." Vlad said while groping her breasts and assaulting them with his tongue...

"Fuck! Yes! It feels good, sir." Karina said.

Which made Vlad riled up even more. "Sir?" He stopped groping her breast.

"You don't like being called like that? I'll change it." She said while pleading to continue to pleasure her.

He doesn't like getting called Daddy/Oppa. The women he's been with keeps calling him that and he got bored by it, now he prefers to called by his name but this time around is different.

Sir? of all the things that someone can be called... Sir is the one getting him riled up.

"No, keep it that way... now get on your knees whore." Vlad said with a commanding aura. “I’m going to use your mouth as a fleshlight. Pull my cock out.”

Karina didn't expect the monster hiding beneath his pants. She could see the bulge of his massive cock. Now she knows why he said 'Something she haven't experience before.' because it's true. He is much bigger than the guys she's been with. So much bigger. She feels hotter and hotter than usual.

Vlad's dick stands proud at 10 inches and is almost girthy as a water bottle.

“You are so massive, fucking massive!” Karina said as she freed his cock and hit her in the face. She stare at his huge member mesmerized by it.

“My god! Why are you so big? Can you even use this?” She said as she grabbed his cock with with both hands. "And you're going to use my mouth with this thing?"

"What? Are you scared? I told you I'm rough and I mean it." He said seriously. "You are going to take every inch of my cock in your throat whether you like it or not."

Karina got nervous but her lust towards him is much heavier.

She showered his cock with kisses, admiring every inch, as if she's worshipping his massive member.

"Suck it." And she did, she gives him a slow and sensual blowjob, keeping her eyes on him.

"You came in her just to do that?"

“What do you mean, Sir?”

He grabbed her by the hair she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she possibly could.

COUGH COUGH COUGH

Relaxing her throat as she let his girthy cock push through her throat. She struggled for a minute and he's watching her giving herself to him.

Vlad guides her and she bobbed her head up and down to see how deep she could take him over and over and over again. Her eyes were tearing up, saliva dripping down as she takes his girthy cock in her throat.

She taps his legs but Vlad ignored her protests and stayed in her throat. "I told you, I'm rough... you don't know what you get yourself into."

He is fucking her throat with reckless abandon and not caring if she can still breathe. Few seconds more and he let go and she breathe hastily. "Sh-shit! I almost passed out." She coughs. "Fuck!"

"Just accept your role as my slut from now on." He slaps her face with his massive heavy cock.

He forced his cock back into her throat. She gives in, letting this man use her mouth and throat as a fleshlight. Her eyes were rolled back into her head.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Her moaning and gagging sounds filled the study, the moonlight touches her silky white skin enhancing her beauty further while her throat is getting violated. Even though she already accepted her fate, she still needs to breathe and she tried to struggle for air but failed.

“MMMPPHKKKK!” She resists and got ignored.

“Just stay there, don't regret your decisions now.” Vlad said and spent another three seconds before letting Karina go.

She chokes and gags even though she's already freed from that monster of a cock. “Did I... do a good job, Sir?” She asked noticeably exhausted. She then received another batch of throatfucking and this time, it's much easier but it still hurts.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

She's taking it like a good little slut, moaning and groaning every time Vlad thrusts too deep in her throat. Karina became accustomed to the massive rod destroying her tight throat and she slowly but surely loving the way he manhandle her without any care about her well-being.

"I'm cumming you little slut!" He said and starts speeding up in his assaults. After all of this, he gave her some leeway and pull his cock out of her mouth. "Want to drink it?"

“YES! T-thank you, feed me your c-cum! Please sir, I'm begging you!!!” She said before he shoved his cock back into her mouth again.

Vlad reached his climax and poured it all in Karina's throat, he releases an obscene amount of cum like he's been holding it for long while. She willingly swallow every bit of it. Few ropes of his cum left in her mouth, she put on a show by gurgling, swirling her tongue cover of his cum then swallowing it.

“Oh my god... fucking hell... that was heavenly!” She said as she crawled over to him and started to lick his shaft cleaning it. “I need to be treated like that again, Sir. Please! You are right, I never experienced that before..”

"Oh, That's only the beginning little slut." He said while grabbing her in the neck and pulling her up.

A/N: Another Series that I might abandon but... oh well. I planned on doing the Bodyguard EP. 6 but idk when to actually do it.

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fic #itzy smut #aespa smut #kpop #red velvet smut #twice smut #(g)-idle smut #karina smut

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pricegouge · 6 months ago

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the welly boot incident, a silly little meet cute inspired entirely by this post here cause i'm an absolute slut for the swamp thing look.

pricegaz x fem!reader one shot. A little bit of subspace as a treat but nothing explicit. Still mdni please

"Brassard, what the hell am I looking at?"

It's been a shit job from the start. Bad contractor, bad intel, bad campaign all around. John supposes he can only be happy that for once in his life, the quality of intel seems to be off in the 'right' direction - which is to say he'd rather be posted up in a field for hours with too much manpower than not enough. He's got Gaz on his right, deadly still and silent despite being hours past projected time of contact with no sign of the target. Price is spotting, growing more irritable by the minute. There's supposed to be a watch up on the south ridge to announce any incoming traffic - op related or otherwise - but the sudden arrival of one garishly dressed civilian meandering through the meadow toting a Hubble sized macro lens seems to suggest that while eight hours of fruitless vigilance may not test the most seasoned of soldiers, it is enough to beat the handlers hired to assist them.

The silence on the comms grows long enough to get even Gaz squirming, a subtle rotation of his boot the first move he's made in hours. In his ghillie, the movement is swallowed by the shifting of grass in the wind.

"Brassard?" Price growls, inspecting this newcomer through his scope for potential threats. She certainly looks unassuming enough, as he's never known any faction of armed services to issue woven fuschia caps, long purple cardigans, or yellow welly boots. Still, confirmation on anything useful like 'where the fuck she came from,' 'was she driving a civilian car?', or 'should we take the fucking shot?' would be ideal.

"Cap?" Garrick's voice is low, smothered, cheek sealed against his rifle even after all these hours. Still lethal and ready to trust his captain's call.

John waits another beat, hoping for some forthcoming intel. Doesn't get any. "No."

"She's gonna blow our spot."

'Against who?' John wants to ask, but the question of where their overwatch disappeared to is a toss up, and while every hard-won instinct in his body tells him this whole mission is a bust and the man likely fell asleep, the paranoid option must always outweigh the most likely if one wants to see the next sunrise, and it's entirely possible the man was eliminated.

"Well, shooting her won't make her any less hi-vis," Price sighs. Abandoning his lens, John raises his head enough to take in the whole scope of the meadow. They're posted on a small hill, sights trained down into the shallow basin where a derelict road ambles parallel a small brook, currently overflowing with springtime runoff. It's beautiful, really, dotted here and there with early blooms which nod in the gentle breeze. With the low ridge to the south simultaneously blocking most of the sun's glare and offering a great position for extra coverage, the area had presented itself first and foremost to him as a sniper's delight; but faced now with an artsy-type civilian wandering around and looking for all intents and purposes to be in her natural element, he supposes his assessment probably laid outside the norm.

"We could use her like dazzle camo," Gaz suggests instead and John's mustache twitches with a suppressed snort. It's almost tempting, except if the target does ever drive through, John doesn't trust him to simply be confused and gape at the spectacle uselessly.

John drums his fingers off the dirt irritably, returns to his scope to see if he can pick out where their backup is situated. "Shit," he hisses, taking in Brassard's limp form up on the ridge.

"Dead?" Gaz asks, voice returning to the low hum that tells Price he's slipping back into professionalism.

"Looks like," John confirms, disassembling his tripod.

"We retreating?"

"'Course not. We're containing the civilian." Beginning to crawl forward, John spots Gaz break his scope seal for the first time since establishing it out of the corner of his eye.

"How?"

"Physically."

***

You never even see them coming. One minute you're humming to yourself as you stage a close up of a bee and the next you're squawking and thrashing while being pulled to the ground by your ankle. Before you can even make sense of what's happened, a man settles his considerable weight onto you and clamps a hand over your mouth. "Easy," he murmurs into your ear as a mass of twigs and grease paint pulls up next to him. "Not gonna hurt ya, darlin'."

You only realize how hard you're shaking when the man next to you starts setting up a tripod and the kind of gun you've only ever seen in movies and your teeth rattle behind the calloused grip that covers them.

There's a hand on your head, palm flat and heavy as it pulls your hat off. The weight above you shifts, hips digging briefly into your ass as he moves to pocket your cap. It's slow, movements steady and calculated as the voice that continues in your ear. "I'm Captain John Price. This is my sergeant, Kyle Garrick, and unfortunately you've found yourself in a bit of a pickle."

Next to you, the man with the gun - Kyle - spares a small, commiserating smile. It does not calm you.

"If I take my hand off your mouth, you gonna stay quiet?"

You're nodding before you can even think it through, surprising yourself when your new found freedom only draws rapid pants from you instead of screams for help.

"There's a good girl," John rumbles, lips still pressed close to your ear. His voice is low like oncoming thunder, and despite yourself, the next shudder that racks your body isn't entirely fear based. He's got a mustache of some sort, bristles soft where they press against the shell of your ear. You were set up for failure, really.

"Can you get off me?" You mean it to sound pricklier, blame it on all the hyperventilating when your voice comes out breathy.

John huffs, breath warm as it fans down your neck. He's wearing some sort of armored vest from the feel of it, but you can still feel the abs of his lower belly jump with his laughter. "What's your name, darlin'?" You don't answer him at first, still weighing whether or not you believe him. "How 'bout 'flower', hm? Look like one out here in all these colors."

"A buttercup, in those wellies," Kyle agrees and you side eye him, for the first time noticing how upsettingly handsome he is under all that grease paint. Full, pretty lips and the kind of big soft cow eyes that always turn you to putty. If you find out the man on top of you is also handsome, you're toast.

"Right, those bloody boots." John's weight shifts off you a bit and you try to scramble forward. You make it maybe an inch before he plants a wide palm on your back and pushes you back to the ground. "Hold still, flower," he rumbles and you're helpless but to comply as he kicks at your boots with his own. You ask why he's stripping you but he ignores the question, reaching back to snatch up your discarded shoes instead. "Clear?" he asks, and Kyle takes a minute to swing his scope around.

"Far as I can tell."

And then John tosses your boots into the nearby brook with an unceremonious plop.

"Hey!" you gripe, only to be silenced by John's hand clamped over your mouth again.

His voice is sterner now when he speaks, the low murmuring from before replaced with a harsh grumble. "Hush now petal, we have to be quiet. Look at me, yeah?"

You regret it the second you do. Like Kyle, John's covered in leaves and debris and greasepaint. His eyes glint menacingly from the depths of the shadow cast by his low brim, his chops a thatch of hair only distinguishable from the mass of brush that covers him by the fact it's too well-kept. He looks like a swamp thing. He looks like the earth itself come to swallow you whole.

"I'm gonna take my hand away now, but you're going to be a good little flower and stay quiet, yeah?" You nod. His grip is so strong on your jaw that you drag his hand along with you. When he calls you a good girl this time, you can't help but melt into the grass beneath you. John seems to take your laxness for acceptance of your situation and he squeezes the nape of your neck when he pulls his hand away to set about erecting some sort of tiny telescope. He murmurs to you as he works, voice gone back to the quiet, calming rumble from before.

"I can't get off you because you're not wearing appropriately camouflaged clothes. Even if I were to strip you of this fucking cardi, you'd still stand out like a sore thumb. That's why the wellies had to go in the stream. No good place to hide 'em." You frown back toward the brook, watch as one of your shoes goes bobbing along out of sight. The other probably sank already.

"My car's too far away to walk barefoot."

"I'll carry you," John suggests casually. He's got his little scope established now and when he lowers his eye to it, his cheek sits flush against yours. "This position is shite," he grumbles.

Kyle hums in agreement. When he speaks, his voice is teasing. "We could carry petal here back up on the hill."

"Watch it," John warns. Kyle doesn't so much as smirk. Their talk turns mostly technical after that, muttering about degrees and cardinal directions, calculating inclines. You let it wash over you in favor of contemplating your predicament.

You trust they're military, at least. Kinda hard to fake the funk to this extent. That fact doesn't necessarily soothe you, but knowing this about them is at least better than knowing nothing about them. You suppose it doesn't matter either way though, as there's not a whole lot you can do to get yourself out of here if the way John bears down on you every time you try to wriggle out is any indication. Sometimes he breathes soothing words against your cheek. Most times, he just ignores you.

They slip into silence eventually, which makes the long, boring minutes drag even worse. You know enough to figure this is a sniper mission which means it's possible you'll be here a while, but that doesn't make you physically prepared for it. You check the positioning of the sun from time to time, but frown when you find it unchanged. You tell yourself it's only because you don't actually know how to gauge time like this.

You crack after what feels like an hour but is probably only fifteen minutes. "What are you guys supposed to be doing here, anyway?"

"Classified." John's eye is still glued to his scope, barely giving you the time of day.

Should've figured. "Aren't I going to see it unfold anyway?"

"Might not." You're not quite sure what that means, but something about the tone makes you nervous.

"Are we gonna be here all day?"

"Hot date?" Kyle's also still glued to his scope, but something about his tone is less dismissive so you latch on.

"Yes, actually."

Finally, a break from contact as John pulls away from his scope to look at you. There's a spot of paint missing just above the trim line of his beard and your stomach flips in guilty excitement when you realize it might have transferred to your skin. Of course he ruins it, "In a fuschia cap?"

"I'll have you know I made that cap," you squawk and John only needs to twitch his mustache at you to get you to shut up. He may also raise a brow. Hard to tell under the low angle of his brim.

It's Kyle who apologizes. "It's a lovely hat, flower."

John grumbles while you thank his friend, returns to his scope as he mutters about it still not being good date attire.

"I was going to change first." You're not sure why you care what either of them think of your date outfit, but you do what the record to show you're capable of dressing sexy when needed.

"What you're wearing now looks nice." Kyle's cadence is complementary, but it's the same tone he had used to pick on John earlier so you know he's referring to the absence of one cap and a pair of silly wellies.

Well, you can be quippy, too. "Think I'm currently wearing your boss."

Both men laugh. Kyle takes his eye off the scope to take in the spectacle on his left for the first time since setting up. "Like I said, looks good on you," he winks.

"Eyes on the prize, Gaz."

"Were, sir." Kyle - Gaz?- cackles when you have at him, but ducks back to his scope and you huff, already bored again.

John notes your frustration and decides to make it worse. "Might not make your date, flower. At this rate we'll be here all night."

"'Course," you mutter, tucking a bit of bramble more thoroughly into the netting that adorns the sleeve in front of you. "First date I land in months, and then comes you lot."

"Sure he'll understand." John sounds distracted. When you glance at him, he's staring down at the way you're weaving into his equipment.

"He'll understand I got pinned under an army sniper?"

"Could tell him you got laid up with -."

"Shouldn't you be keeping quiet, sergeant?"

"Sorry, sir."

You glance between the two of them, but they're both resolute in their professional silence now. You sigh again, folding your arms under yourself to rest your head on.

A moment passes. Another.

"Got a fox in my shot."

"Two o'clock?"

"There 'bouts, yeah."

"Saw 'im poking 'round a moment ago."

You nearly knock John's chin with how quickly you raise your head. "I wanna see."

"Hush," John instructs dismissively.

You huff, and then remember you don't need him anyway. Wriggling your hips what little you can, you feel the hard cylinder of your lens press against your right thigh and you squirm around until you can feel it under your fingers.

"What're you doin?" John's lifted slightly off you, but you think it's a move probably rooted more in curiosity than an actual desire to make your task easier. Still, you'll take it.

Grinning triumphantly, you pull your camera up until it rests next to John's tripod and then frown, dejected, when you spot the snap halfway up the barrel. "Must've fell on it," you pout.

John is unsympathetic. His hand is big enough to encase the whole unit when he grabs it, flinging camera and all into the stream with another disheartening splash.

Your cry dies in your throat this time, the fight gone out of you. When you slump back onto your arms dejectedly, John pats your elbow. "Material could've caught the light, flower. Had to be done."

You pout anyway. "Bloody expensive."

"I'll buy you a new one."

"You will, cap? Or will the service?"

"You will, if you don't shut up."

"Wouldn't mind. Get 'er a real nice one. Anything you've had your sights on recently, buttercup?"

"Don't have my sights on anything, currently," you snark and you can practically feel John roll his eyes.

"Christ, here." He fiddles with the device a bit, then leans back enough he can guide your face up to the viewfinder. You keep a squeal of delight bottled in your throat when John's hand lingers over your jaw, reminding you how you need to keep quiet.

You watch the fox happily for a moment, content to let the boy's low conversation wash over you as you let this new amusement pass the time. Except then the fox wanders out of frame and when you move the scope in order to follow, you only seem to muck it up more.

"Give me that," John grumbles, not unkindly. You slump back down anyway, like a child.

"Forearms, cap," Gaz drawls and you see John peel away from his scope long enough to look down at you. He grunts in acknowledgement, fiddles with his tripod, and then lowers himself even further onto you, wrapping one scraggy arm around your own to block you in completely.

It's so much worse. John runs hot, apparently, and without the breeze on your face at least, you're sweaty within minutes; or maybe hours, hard to tell.

You've nothing better to do so you try synching your breathing with John's, thinking maybe that's the secret to his seemingly infinite patience. It's hard work, though, his breaths somehow both shallow and slow, and you wind up counting them instead to pass the time.

Eight sets of one hundred later, Gaz breaks the silence with a low murmur which may as well be an explosion with how much it startles you out of your reverie.

"Gotta piss."

Your voice is floaty when you complain, head wobbling up to eye him. "Ew."

John's stern chastising Kyle, calm when he brushes his lips against your ear. "Quiet, sergeant. Go back under, petal." You hum in agreement, duck into his arm, count his breaths again.

You lose track after another five hundred, content yourself to feel the warmth of him contrast with the cool damp of the soil underneath you. You remember the sight he makes above you, a rolling crest of greenery pulling you under. You blame your sleepy state when you begin to fantasize about it like some old myth; Hades collecting his dues. When he does speak again it's low enough you're not sure it actually comes from above you, half convinced you're hearing the movement of tectonic plates deep below instead. He sounds pissy though, despite his low, soothing tone, and you try to blink yourself into wakefulness, peering around to find Kyle unloading his gun with distractingly deft fingers.

"What's wrong?" You ask, dumbly, and John drops his hand from his radio back to your shoulder, rubbing at you with a heavy, steady hand.

"Nothing, flower." To Gaz he adds, "Liked him better when he was dead,"

Gaz side eyes him, begins to load his gun back up. "Say the word, cap." His voice is so serious you only figure he's joking when John puffs a laugh across your cheek.

You watch as John disassembles his own equipment, the weight of him almost fully pressing down on you now that both his arms are raised and busy. It's strange but you're almost sad it's over; it had been oddly relaxing, tucked away underneath him.

"You awake yet?"

"Wasn't asleep." He keeps pulling away from you, but the ground is cold so you get your hands underneath yourself and push up, following.

"Right. You ready to get up, then?"

John's movements are still slow and heavy. When you nod, he levers himself up to a kneeling position, wraps his hands around your tummy to bring you up as well. He sits there a minute while tucking various tools and things into his pockets and placing your cap back on your head. It takes you a moment to realize the way he's seated has him straddling your calves. He doesn't seem to mind how you lean back into his chest.

"What time is it?"

"Still hoping to make your date?" Gaz teases. He gets his equipment settled and holds out a hand to you to help you stand. When your feet catch on John's big boots, the captain steadies you with a hand on your back.

You'd nearly forgotten about the mousey little man who would likely be left waiting for you downtown. He doesn't hold much appeal anymore but you lie anyway and tell Gaz yes.

"More bad luck there, petal," John commiserates. His voice should be further away now that he's not laying on you, surely? When you turn you find him standing far too close, somehow seeming even larger now despite no longer crushing you into the ground. Gaz is tall too, you note, and between the two of them in their ghillies, you imagine you look like some illustration from a fairytale book: the barefoot maid and her two elements, maybe. It's silly, distracting, which is why you've already forgotten what he's talking about when John continues, "'fraid you still got debrief to sit through."

"Huh?" You ask stupidly, and then yip when John throws you over his shoulder.

"Debrief. Could take all night," Gaz winks. "Looks like you're ours for the evening, flower."

"Oh. Well, you do still owe me a camera."

Gaz laughs, neat white teeth splitting his face in a handsome smile. "That's right, and cap here owes you some boots."

"Any color you want, flower," John agrees.

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#okay i lied #much as i hate the movie #this was also inspired by the ps i love you meetcute #pricegaz x you #pricegaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #john price x reader #john price x you #💷🔪#gazprice x reader #gazprice x you

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vyorei · 1 year ago

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Copied from the OG Tweet as it's too long to screenshot. Source is @Jonathan_K_Cook on Twitter:

The missing context for what's happening in Gaza is that Israel has been working night and day to ethnically cleanse the Palestinian people from their homeland since even before Israel become a state – when it was known as the Zionist movement.

Israel didn't just cleanse Palestinians in 1948, when it was founded as a Western colonial project, and again under cover of a regional war in 1967.

It also worked to ethnically cleanse Palestinians every day between those dates and afterwards. The aim was to move them off their historic lands, and either expel them beyond Israel’s new, expanded borders or concentrate them into small ghettoes inside those borders – as a holding measure until they could be expelled outside the borders.

The 'settler' project, as we call it, is a misnomer. It's really Israel's ethnic cleansing programme. Israel even has a special word for it in Hebrew: 'Judaisation', or making the land Jewish. It is official government policy.

Gaza was the largest of the Palestinian reservations created by Israel's ethnic cleansing programme, and the most overcrowded. To stop the inhabitants spilling out, Israel built a fence-barrier in the early 1990s to pen them in. Then when policing became too hard from within the prison, Israel pulled back in 2005 to the outer perimeter barrier.

New technology allowed Israel to besiege Gaza remotely by land, sea and air in 2007, limiting the entry of food and vital items like medicine and cement for construction. Automated gun towers shot anyone who came near the fence. The navy patrolled the sea, stopping boats straying more than a kilometre or two off shore. And drones watched 24 hours a day from the sky.

The people of Gaza were sealed in and largely forgotten, except when they lobbed a few rockets over the fence – to international indignation. If they fired too many rockets, Israel bombed them mercilessly and occasionally launched a ground invasion. The rocket threat was increasingly neutralised by a rocket interception system, paid for by the US, called Iron Dome.

Palestinians tried to be more inventive in finding ways to break out of their prison. They built tunnels. But Israel found ways to identify those that ran close to the fence and destroyed them.

Palestinians tried to get attention by protesting en masse at the fence. Israeli snipers were ordered to shoot them in the legs, leading to thousands of amputees. The 'deterrence' seemed to work.

Israel could once again sit back and let the Palestinians rot in Gaza. 'Quiet' had been restored.

Until, that is, last weekend when Hamas broke out briefly and ran amok, killing civilians and soldiers alike.

So Israel now needs a new policy.

It looks like the ethnic cleansing programme is being applied to Gaza anew. The half of the population in the enclave's north is being herded south, where there are not the resources to cope with them. And even if there were, Israel has cut off food, water and power to everyone in Gaza.

The enclave is quickly becoming a pressure cooker. The pressure is meant to build on Egypt to allow the Palestinians entry into Sinai on 'humanitarian' grounds.

Whatever the media are telling you, the 'conflict' – that is, Israel's cleansing programme – started long before Hamas appeared on the scene. In fact, Hamas emerged very late, as the predictable response to Israel's violent colonisation project.

Israel could once again sit back and let the Palestinians rot in Gaza. 'Quiet' had been restored.

Ignore the fake news. Israel isn't defending itself. It's enforcing its right to continue ethnically cleansing Palestinians.

#gaza #free gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine #news on gaza #irish solidarity with palestine #al jazeera

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tea-time-with-frogs · 1 year ago

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sniper is so fun to draw like yeahh shapes! Also drawing these made me think about him and i'm sniperpilled now. or just projecting

So uhh sniper headcanons and other stuff i felt like writing about:

- i noticed how he really tends to rub it in peoples face when he wins- he does that in his lines, especialy the revenge ones, they're very "and also i'm better btw". i guess that's the point of them for every class but his are just?? very salty. also his default taunts are very literal "taunts"- i mean he shoots you in the head and waves at the camera to piss you of. mean little freak. love that for him

-so i like the idea that sniper can fall asleep anywhere old man style, but i feel like he doesn't really sleep well. wakes up at night a lot, he should take a nap but i don't think he would let his guard down unless he feels 100% safe so not very often. he keeps one eye open even when he seems to be resting i think. also he drinks too much coffee. really needs to take a nap on the couch with his arms crossed as a treat (meee i'm so sleepy)

- i like the idea of him drawing plants and animals in a little notebook he always carries with him just because i do that.

ok bye

#sorry for rambling i feel dizzy and should probably stop #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #my art #tf2 headcanons

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eelnoise · 6 months ago

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stop and go (nsfw!)

!!usopp!! x fem!reader cw: sloppy blowjobs, implied freeuse/prior consent an: so a planned series of drabbles have seemed to mostly turn into full fics, so i guess i'm gonna post all of them separately over the next few days. also i love usopp sm btw wc: 1500ish tagging: @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow @missmugiwara @nina-ya @risenwrites masterlist | kofi

“You’re serious?” Usopp breathes out as he watches you get to your knees and prod away at the buttons on his pants, “You’re gonna do this right now?”

Giggling, you tilt your head to meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat at the sight of his flustered expression that even his goggles cannot hide. Loose strands of the sniper’s curly hair frame his face, and though you can’t see his eyes, you can feel them sharply upon you. A piece of metal that once had every intention of being fashioned onto the side of his slingshot now sits idly between a calloused finger and thumb, his focus on the project quickly fading as he watches you closely.

“Would you rather I stop?” You ask, leaning your cheek on his thigh with a sharp grin. The twitch of his cock growing hard beneath your palm is telling enough, though you're keen on teasing him into an answer.

“What if someone comes in?” He asks, lifting the goggles away from his eyes to rest at the top of his head. “What if they overhe-”, Usopp's words are cut off by a breathy exhale as you trace along the outline of his length in a way that could make even the most iron-willed men crumble.

“I thought that nothing could get past you, Captain Usopp.” You coo up at him, milking the sweetness of each word.

A nervous laugh escapes Usopp's lips, his eyes locked onto yours, the rosy tint to his cheeks now unmistakable. He swallows hard, the metal slipping from his grip and clanking noisily against the tools spread out on his workbench.

“I... I guess, I guess not,” he manages to stutter, closing his eyes for a brief moment before reaching out to run his fingers through your hair. The concerned twist of his expression eases into a smirk, and the sniper leans back somewhat in his seat. “I mean - that's right!” he muses, and though his tone is smug, there is a glimmer of excitement veiled behind it – and he pulls the words out slowly and with a gentle lilt, making your heart flutter and electrifying your veins. “And, y'know… I could stand to relax a little.”

“So let me help you,” you reply, a playful nip at his inner thigh earning a sharp intake of breath from him. Your fingers lace through his belt loops, tugging at the leather before deftly unfastening the clasp and sliding the strap out of the way.

Usopp fidgets in his seat, the metal creaking beneath him as he shifts to accommodate the way your face now rests mere inches from his crotch. The anticipation is palpable, a heady mix of apprehension and excitement heavily lacing the air between the two of you.

“...Mhm,” Usopp hums, the low hum causing a shiver to run down your spine. His hands grip the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white as he leans back, giving you room to work.

Your fingers hook beneath the waistband of his trousers, taking a moment to slide them down his hips, revealing his stiff cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Usopp's breath hitches when your breath wafts against him the room swirling around you as you're fully enveloped in the task at hand. Your eyes lock onto it, and without a word, you lick the tip, savoring the salty taste before you take him into your mouth.

Your tongue traces up and down the underside of his length, lips sucking and leaving trails of saliva to run down his shaft and into the soft tuft of curls at its base. So genuine and so sweet, Usopp's soft exhales and sighs begin to fog your brain, making you clench both your toes and pussy in hedonistic pleasure.

When you suddenly release him from your wet mouth, he looks at you with a furrowed brow in confusion. He goes to speak, but you silence him with a raise of your finger. "You were busy, right?" You query, nodding to the abandoned project on the table above you. "Don't let me stop you, keep working on it." You smirk at him, placing messy, open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs.

Usopp’s eyes widen at your request, but he nods regardless, his expression one of disbelief and arousal. "Right… Keep going," he manages, fingers threading through your hair before releasing his grasp while you resume your ministrations.

The sniper's focus is split, his mind grappling with the dizzying sensation of your tongue lapping at him while his hands fumble with the metal and tools, occasionally cursing at himself for dropping a screw or misaligning a piece. You can feel the tremor in his hips as you slip him back into your mouth, the feel of his cock against your tongue and the sound of his labored breathing around you fueling your own lust.

You hum in note of his lack of focus and pull yourself away from him just long enough to speak. "Tell me what you're working on," you mutter against the tip of his cock, "Something for your slingshot?"

Usopp's breath catches as he watches you, the way you kiss and lick your way back down his shaft leaving him dazed, "Yeah..." he replies, "It's... where I want to keep a new kind of ammunition that I’m w-working with. It'll sprout vines and grow, entangling my enemies and pulling them to me."

"Mhm," You murmur in reply, the sound vibrating around your mouth enough to make him whine. Usopp's entire body twitches, the tip of his cock throbbing as you suck on it, expertly taking him deeper with each bob of your head.

"Sounds really cool," you purr, lips sliding up and down his shaft with a wet slurping sound. You can feel the veins throbbing beneath his skin from the intensity of your actions. “You’ll have to show me how it works.”

"Y-you know I will," Usopp breathes, the trembling in his hips growing more pronounced. The scent of his lust is intoxicating, the taste of him on your tongue sending a jolt down your spine. You're driving him wild, and there's no denying it.

The sound of your tongue swirling around the pulsing head has him biting down on his bottom lip. His fingers twitch, the tools and metalwork forgotten as he watches you, a helpless look on his face that only serves to spur you on further. His hands find your head to guide your movements, and though he means to be gentle, it's hard to keep from rutting his hips down your throat.

He moans your name, voice absolutely sick with lust, "I'm..." He can't finish, the shudder that rips through him a clear indication of his impending release.

Eyes half-closed, he grips your head tighter, urging you on as you work your magic. His mind is a blur of sensations, the taste of your mouth and the feel of your tongue enough to tip him over the edge. Usopp's release is just as powerful as you had hoped, the taste of his cum a heady mix of salt and musk. You hum around the base of his cock, the vibrations making him twitch as you swallow his essence.

Usopp's breathing slows, his eyes closing as the release fades. The strength finally leaves his fingers as they fall away from your hair. He leans back, breath stuttering as he comes down from his high. "Fuck..." he breathes, the admission almost a whisper, "That... was crazy. You're crazy."

You smile, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth, "Glad you enjoyed it," you reply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You tug his pants back up, the sniper's cock sliding out of your mouth, leaving you with a wet, satisfied smirk. "Why don't I help you with the rest of your work?"

Usopp chuckles, his eyes roaming your body as you stand, the scent of sex and sweat between you heavy in the air. "You... you really don't mind?"

"Looks like you could use it." You suggest, rubbing your thumb sweetly over his thigh, an almost imperceptible grin playing on your lips. "I'm here for you, yeah?"

A small smile tugs at his lips, and he nods, reaching for your hand. "Then let's get to work," he whispers, pulling you to your feet. The sniper's hand finds yours and he squeezes it gently before leading you to stand aside him at the workbench.

The air between the two of you is charged, a current of electricity flowing from one to the other as fingers brush and hands touch. The sniper works with more focus now that you're at his side, your presence a grounding force alongside his own creativity.

Usopp hums in concentration, the back-and-forth between the two of you smooth and seamless. The sound of your voices mingling with the clank of metal and the soft snaps of mechanisms working in tandem create a symphony fitting for the creation of his new ammunition

The hours pass, Usopp's focus intensifies, and the object in front of you begins to take shape. The sniper's eyes gleam with pride and determination, and his lips curl into a pleased smile when he’s able to make the vines grow at will with a simple flick of his wrist.

"See?" Usopp grins, eyes sparkling, "Told ya I was getting there."

#usopp x reader #one piece smut #x reader #op x reader #usopp x you #dont come for me #one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut

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kimarii-00 · 5 months ago

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Hi Can write one when Armando was projecting Callie but instead it the reader 19 or older But also skilled and help out him. The tension (We can't let him take all the hit I thought he was going to die)

Stop her sister from killing him while they both hold a gun toward each other.

Savior

❥Summary: Your sister despises this guy for killing your father, and you were supposed to too. So you can’t help but wonder how you got into this situation; Armando standing behind you as you separate him from your sister and her gun, pointing your own in her direction.

❥Warnings: Blood, violence, kidnapping, language, guns

❥Word Count: 2.1k

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You’ve got to say, you didn’t plan on getting kidnapped when you dcided to visit Mike’s wife to try to express your feelings about the situation. Mike, Marcus and Mike’s son, Armando were wanted men, with none other than your own sister on their case. You’d seen the news and how frantic your sister was about catching the three.

“I’ve got to do this, (Name). This is the man that killed father, I swear, I will make him pay.” She’d told you before she grabbed her gun, stuffed it in its holster and scurried out of the door.

Now, the situation is getting serious, and you felt awful that there was nothing you could do to help, so you did the next best thing– extend your condolences to Mike’s wife and hope for no hard feelings…

That obviously did not go as planned, because now, you and Christine are being held captive, about to be transported Cuba, according to what you overheard in a conversation between a man and another one, who seemed to be their leader of sorts. You decided to take the silent approach. Not wanting to say anything that could potentially piss these people off. Though it seemed Christine had a few questions for your captors.

“What happened to your hand?” She articulated.

The man seemed stunned for a moment, probably surprised a kidnapping victim wanted to make small talk with the kidnappers. You kept your head down.

The man lifted his hand and looked at what she was talking about. He was missing fingernails. “They call that a Columbian manicure,” He began, “What’s so great about it is it’s the maximum amount of pain, but you don’t die.”

“So now you’ve decided to be the one holding the pliers.” Christine declared. You didn’t know what her plan was, or if she had one at all. But you stuck with the ‘if I can’t see them, they can’t see me’ method, and kept your eyes glued to the ground.

The man leaned in close to Christine, and you felt the urge to push him away from her, but decided against it, “Everybody breaks,” he said, “Everyone. Your husband, they’re gonna kneel down in front of me and beg for your lives. And then you’re gonna watch me kill him.”

“You haven’t met my husband,” She said in a meek tone. You knew she was trying to be strong but you could hear in the way that her voice cracked that she was scared. Maybe not for herself right now, but for her husband.

“Well, not officially but, I look forward to seeing him again.” He ominously said. You get chills everytime something comes out of his mouth.

You could only hope that Mr. Lowrey shows up soon. You aren’t sure how much time you two have left.

You struggle a bit, but not achieving much as the burly man secures his grip on your two arms, making sure you don’t go anywhere he doesn’t want you to. You and the man follow behind the one holding on to Christine. Today is the day that the two of you are transported to Cuba.

You spot a plane that was docked on the water, and a man in a suit that stood outside of it. You all walked down the stairs toward him. Looking up and around, you spot many different types of weapons your kidnappers are sporting, machine guns, pistols, snipers, and probably more hidden elsewhere. You look to Christine, trying to figure out if she ws planning something to try to escape but it seemed she was just as unsure as you were, not putting up any kind of fight.

For some odd reason, the group that you were being held in stops on a bridge, just a little ways away from the man in the suit. You look around, trying to make out what coul be the hold up. Maybe they were having sudden change in heart, and they were going to let you two go? (Wishful thinking, you know.)

You watch as the man holding onto Christine slowly follows something he must’ve spotted in the water, and as you look down, you realize you can definitely see something too. But so what? It was probably just a fish or something, why does that warrant such a reaction?

It’s not until one of the kidnappers’ men was shot that you realized what was happening. Where was an alligator in the water, and it had spotted someone. And whoever it was in the water had killed the man who’d discovered him. The body dropped into the water and you averted your eyes to not see what happened afterward.

You and Christine were rushed back into the building that you were being held in before, and all you could hear was gunshots flying back and fourth. Was it Mr. Lowrey?

The kidnappers are in somewhat of a panic at the suprise attack, and they separate you and Christine. You try to struggle as much as you can, attempting to run a few times after escaping the grip of the man holding you, but all it got was a punch in the gut, literally.

All of a sudden, a man makes his way up the stairs that you were being held at, gun blazing, and you quickly realize who this man was.

Armando Aretas.

You knew that he was trying to help you right now, but all you could think about was your father. Your sister, and her hatred for the guy saving you. It caused you to not pay attention, and just barely miss the helicopter that smashed through the window behind you. You felt a weight push you out of the way and then land on top of you protectively. Your eyes were wide as they landed on Armando, who used his own body to shield you from the debris, and the eyes of your fathers killer stared at you back.

“Listen, I’m going to need you to trust me,” He said, grabbing you by your shoulders and stabilizing you, making sure you understood what he was saying. After a bit of hesitation, you nodded.

He grabs your hand and starts walking, but doesn’t get too far when you run into more of the kidnappers. Spotting someone coming in from his left side, he flings you behind him to take the slice of the knife that would’ve instead embedded itself into you if he hadn’t done that. You realized that despite not even knowing you, this man would be willing to damn near lay down his life to safe you, and regardless of you or your sisters feelings towards Armando, you’d decided in that moment, you would not let him die here.

You stood up from the initial shock, using a nearby banister as support. You see him struggling with a man with a knife, so you put aside your fear and muster up your remaining strength to fight. You rush behind the man, taking advantage of the fact that he’s distracted with Armando.

You wrap your arm around his neck with an iron grip, tighter than the one that was holding you in place before. He seems shocked and confused at the sudden attack from behind, but that played in your favor. You snatched the knife from his hand and stabbed it into his neck, instantly ending him. You silently thanked your sister for teaching you basic self defense and fighting skills after you begged her (it took a lot of begging).

Armando looks at you, bewildered but he doesn’t get to breathe for long since more men come rolling in through the open door in front of you. You quickly took action, and Armado stridded behind you.

You still held the bloodied knife in your hand and made quick use of it, stabbing into the leg of one of the men so Armando was able to get the upper hand on him. One of them managed to sneak up behind you, but you saw in your peripheral that he was near you. You grabbed his wrist and twisted around so that you were the one behind him, and quickly took his life. You made sure to grab the pistol that laid in the pool of blood underneath him.

Together, you and Armando made quick work of the men, and made it out with only a few serious injuries. You’d noticed Armando had a slight limp, so you wrapped his arm around your shoulders and helped him walk away from the room that was overpowered by the stench of blood.

“You didn’t have to help back there…” He grunted.

“Your welcome” You retorted.

You and him reached what seemed like a safe area in the forest nearby, and set him against a tree to rest. You took a seat next to him.

“...Thank you.” You said before turning slightly to look at him, only to realize he’d already been looking at you.

You two sat in a comfortable silence, both unsure what to say to each other, but also not wanting to say anything. The quietness mixed with the sounds of the wilderness was nice.

“...Where’d you learn to fight like that?” Armando asked suddenly. You were somewhat startled. He didn’t seem like the type of person to start small talk.

“My sister. Had to beg her to.” You chuckled and you caught him express a smirk of sorts.

Just then, you heard a sound from a radio, but it wasn’t coming from Armando’s. You looked to your left to see your sister, and your heart dropped. She fired, and you flinched hard, and so did Armando. You recalled your sisters promise, “I will make him pay”.

You regather yourself and quickly put yourself between your sister and Armando, “No, no don’t!” You say, unsure of how to get your sister to understand. She’d been so deadset on finding him, and you were sure she wasn’t just going to listen to reason now that he’s sitting, defenseless in front of her. You were sure you only had one option.

You wipped out the gun that you’d taken from the man before, “Stop.” You said. You made sure that it was lined up to hit her vest, just in case it really came down to you having to shoot her. You were sure as hell not letting her get to Armando, “Listen to me, you don’t understand…”

“Put the gun down and get away from him,” She says, keeping her gaze trained on Armando. You could tell she was waiting for an opening, whether you were in the way or not, “I need you to listen to me. I need you to walk slowly toward your right and walk towards me.”

“Not until you put the fucking gun down.” You pleaded, “Please.”

“I need you to move out of the way–”

“Put your gun down! He saved me, please!” You say, tears threatening to fall. You moved your finger toward the trigger slowly, ready to shoot should your sister try anything.

Mr. Lowrey comes in from behind her, “Judy, Judy!”

“Back up!” Your sister says, “Put your gun down!” Mr. Lowrey complies and sets his gun on the ground, not wanting to aggrivate her further.

“He saved my life!” You exclaim again, “Please…” You can’t stop the tears at this point. They’re freely flowing. You couldn’t live with yourself knowing the man who rescued you was dead because of something you could’ve prevented.

There is silence filled with nothing but the heavy breathing of your sister.

You watch as she slowly removes her finger from the trigger, so you remove your own as well. She then fully puts down her gun, therefore so do you. You quickly turn your back on her to check on Armando. “Are you okay?” You ask frantically, checking to make sure that your sisters first shot hadn’t hit him.

“I’m fine,” he says.

You breathe in and out, and nod your head. “Yeah… Yeah, okay.” With the comfort of knowing that he hadn’t been hit, you turn back to your sister who’d been watcing your interaction. You dash to her and give her a long awaited hug.

“Fuck, I love you but if you ever pull a gun on me again I swear–” You let out a relieved laugh and hug her tighter. Her radio goes off again though, ruining the bittersweet moment.

“Howard, where are you?” The person on the radio asks. She looks to you, as if asking, “What do I do?”

You shake your head, and she understand what you mean immediately.

“Go. Before I change my mind.” She says, directing it to Mr. Lowrey and his son.

You turn to them, giving Armando one last goodbye stare before he leaves with his father.

TAGLIST (if there’s a strike through your username it’s because I couldn’t tag you probably due to settings!)

@dasaniswrlddd @thedarkworldofhananerea

@taylormcguire282

#armando aretas x you #armando aretas x reader #armando aretas #armando aretas fan fiction #kimarii-00

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a-shade-of-blue · 2 months ago

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Masterlist of Vetted Fundraisers from the Palestinians who directly contacted me (5-9 October)

9 October

Myassar Ramadan (@mya-ram): Myassar is a 33-year-old aspiring dentist. She has 3 children under 12. She has lost friends and families. She is fundraising to provide for daily necessities, to rebuild, and resume her studies. (https://gofund.me/07640856) (#134 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€30 raised of €100,000 goal)

Hala, Ali Elshurafi (@halamahmoud66, @sohaabdullah73): This campaign raises funds for two sisters and a brother who wish to evacuate out of Gaza. The sisters are high school students while the brother is a uni student. (https://gofund.me/b20496e1) (vetted by 90-ghost) (£441 raised of £30,000 goal)

8 October

Yahya Bkheet (@yahyabkheet-blog): Yahya is 33 years old and has 3 children all under the age of 10: Dima, Mira, and Anas. He has a sick mother. Their house has been destroyed and they have been displaced more than 10 times. (https://gofund.me/6b7be7a8) (vetted by nabulsi, #110 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Ahmed Sadeq (@ahmed94sadeq,@hadeeladly97): Ahmed and his partner Hadeel were supposed to get married in December 2023. They have lost their house. They managed to evacuate to Egypt with Hadeel’s elderly parents who suffer from chronic diseases. He is fundraising to evacuate the rest of his family in Al-Mawasi, Gaza, as well as provide for basic needs. (https://gofund.me/f8792ac4) (shared by 90-ghost) (€116 raised of €70,000 goal)

Akram Aldwake (@akramaldwaik18): Akram is 18 years old. He is from a family of 5 and has a twin brother called Malek. Their house has been bombed and their 12-year-old cousin was killed. They had to dig their mother, sister, and one-year-old niece from under the rubble. Many of his relatives have been killed. Akram wish to evacuate himeself and his family out of Gaza and continue his education. (https://gofund.me/1494903b) (#138 on @/gazavetters vetted list) ($65 USD raised of $25,000 goal)

Hossam Muhammad Abu Sakran (@hosam2004): Hossam is from a family of 7. His 80-year-old grandfather was killed by a sniper. Their house has been bombed. They are now displaced in Deir al-Balah. (https://gofund.me/dec9ba4c) (#131 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Amal Al-Haj (@amal-alhaj): Amal (28) and her husband Abdel have 2 children: Roland (6) and Omar (2). Amal has lost her father due to a delay in medical treatment. Her mother suffers from high blood pressure and arthritis. Amal also has 4 younger siblings: Abdullah (21), Rana (18), Hala (13) and Mahmoud (14). They wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://whydonate.com/en/fundraising/save-amal-and-abdel-nassers-family-in-gaza) (#135 on @/gazavetters vetted list, shared by @/bilal-salah0) ($114 of $15,000)

Ismail (fadingchildwitch): Ismail is a photojournalist. He is raising money to buy basic necessities (tent, food, water, medical care) for himself and his family. (https://chuffed.org/project/114849-ismails-urgent-plea, https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/98D6XwUY4x) (#7 on this @/gaza-evacuation-funds vetted fundraiser post) (€5 raised of $10,000 on Paypal, and $67 raised of $18,000 on Chuffed)

Aisha (@mostafa-4, @mostaf77): Aisha has 4 children. She is a a 45-year-old mother with diabetes and high blood pressure while her husband Mustafa cannot walk. Their eldest son (22) is a computer engineering student, her eldest daughter in high school, while their two youngest children are in primary school. (https://gofund.me/025e9fee) (#340 on vetted fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi, also vetted by association. Mustafa is the brother of @/noor4habil8 (#5 on @/gaza-evacuation-funds vetted list here)) (€183 raised of €50,000 target)

Abdelrahman Alostaz (@3bdulra7manosama): Abdulrahman was a uni student studying medicine. He wishes to complete his educationin Egypt and help his family in Gaza. (https://gofund.me/e71b85a4) (#4 on @/gaza-evacuation-funds vetted list here) (€1,850 raised of €30,000 goal)

Shadia Al-Habil (@shadiafamily): Shadia is 25 years old. She graduated with a degree in English and was working as a teacher while completing her master’s degree. Her younger brother Mohammed (17) and sister Rama (13) both contacted hepatitis. She is also living with her sister’s family, including their 2-year-old son. (https://gofund.me/96181c05) (vetted by @/moayesh (vetter for @/gaza-evacuation-funds), promoted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds) (€1,030 raised of €70,000 goal)

7 October

Marah (@marahxx, marah-xx): Marah is married.40 members of her family have been killed in a bombing that destroyed her house. Her family now consists of 7 adults and 3 children. They wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/fea514fc) (shared by @/bilal-salah0 (#132 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi))

Nour Abuelreesh & Mohammed Al-Madani (@nour-gaza): Nour and Mohammed have 2 daughters, the oldest is barely 2 years old and the youngest only a few months old. They are fundraising to buy basic necessities like food, and to eventually rebuild. (https://gofund.me/397145df) (vetted by association as Nour is a sister of @/hamza-gaza (vetted by @/gazavetters and #91 on their vetted list, also vetted by association)) (kr14,695 SEK raised of kr500,000 target)

6 October

Mohammad Ayesh & Yasser Ayesh (@ayeshjourney, @moayesh): Yasser was born in the 2014 war and became hard of hearing due to the sound of missiles. He has undergone a cochlear implant operation. The device implanted has to be charged regularly, Yasser now goes for days without hearing because he is unable to charge the device. As a result, Yasser has been losing the ability to pronounce some words. Mohammed is raising money to repair Yasser's hearing device, for Yasser's speech therapy, and also to rebuild their family home. (https://gofund.me/649fd2d9) (This is Mohammad Ayesh’s family’s campaign, he is one of the vetters at @/gaza-evacuation-funds!) (£1,250 raised of £60,000 goal!)

Samah (@samah-h): Samah and her husband have two daughters (age 9 and 2), as well as a 6-month-old baby born during the war. Samah gave birth without anesthesia or medical supplies. Her husband is also responsible for his 3 siblings, one of whom also has a child. They wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/c2ab5e0c) (vetted by association/ vetted by @/bilal-salah0! They are the relatives of @bilal-salah0 (#132 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi)) (€649 raised of €80,000 goal!)

Khalil Halas (@khalil-92): Khalil’s family consists of 12 members. While displaced, the Israel army killed his mother and arrested his younger brother. His brothers Muayad and Muhammad are both seriously injured and require surgeries. Their home has been destroyed. They are fundraising to buy basic necessities and to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/42a958e3) (vetted by association! Khalil is a relative of @/salman-1990 (vetted by 90-ghost) and a tent neighbour of @/sara-97a (vetted by 90-ghost)) (€371 raised of €30,000 goal)

Mohammed Alhabil (@mohammed-blogs): Mohammed’s father and brother have been martyred. He has been injured in the bombing that killed his brother Omar, and may lose his leg forever. He wishes to evacuate out of Gaza to get the medical treatment he needs. (https://gofund.me/34639589) (vetted by association! Muhammad is the brother of @nohaibrahim-blog (#157 on verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi, and #169 and Butterfly Effect Project vetted list)) (€642 raised of €20,000 goal!)

Mahdi Jad Al-Haq (@moh26, @moh26666): Mahdi and his wife Elham have 3 children: Saeed (19), Ahlam (22) and Sherin (15). Their house has been bombed and they wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/94a9652c) (vetted by 90-ghost, vetted by @/gazavetters and #72 on their vetted list) (kr6,988 SEK raised of kr300,000 goal)

Iman Shaban (@transparentobjectlady): Iman has 5 children, the oldest is 15 and the youngest only 2. The children are suffering from malnutrition and scabies. They are fundraising to buy basic necessities. (https://gofund.me/17ef495a) (#31 on @/gazavetters vetted list!) ($268 CAD raised of $50,000 goal)

5 October

Jana Abunaji (@janaabunaje): Jana is 11 years old and she has 2 younger brother ages 9 and 5. Their father was injured at the beginning of this war, putting him out of job. They are strugglign financially, and things are so bad her parents are getting a divorce. They have no water, support or medical care. (https://gofund.me/b7408ba3) (vetted by association! Jana is the niece of @ahmedmatatsblog (vetted by @/gazavetters and is #33 on their Gaza vetted fundraisers list)) (€36 raised of €50,000 target)

Hala Dawoud (@halakamak): Hala have 3 children: Osama (17), Lana (13) and Mohammed (9). Hala suffers from a severe and chronic disease called multiple sclerosis (MS) which affects his ability to stand and walk. The treatment she needs is not available in Gaza, and if she doesn’t get the treatment it can cause nerve damage and permanent disability as well as loss of bladder control and vision impairment. She needs to evacuate out of Gaza to get treatment! (https://gofund.me/61e85243) (#307 on the vetted fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi, #954 on Butterfly Effect Project vetted list!)

Asma El-Derawi (@asmadirsblog): Asma is a Medical Laboratory Technologist. She is from a family of 15, including 6 children, the eldest of whom is 10 years old while the youngest is only 2 years old. Her brother Mohammed (24) is a uni IT student while her brother Ahmed (18) is a high school student, both of whom have been prevented from graduating. Her 2 sisters have 6 kids in total: Hazar (10), Tala (8), Mohammed (5), Hayam (6) years, Ibrahim (2), Noor (2). They wish to evacuate. (https://gofund.me/bebe3734) (vetted by el-shab-hussein and is #220 on vetted fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi)

Jaber Al-Haj (@jaberfamily, @jaberhj): Jaber is an Applied Chemistry graduate. He is currently in Kuwait but his wife Muna and his 2-year-old son Hashem are trapped in Gaza. He is fundraising to bring his family to Kuwait and to rebuild the business he had with his brother Aboud. (https://gofund.me/cc2a0f13) (shared by 90-ghost. Also vetted by association. He is a friend of @/osama--basil-sh (Shared by 90-ghost. Also Vetted by association)) ($110 USD raised of $29,000 goal!)

Mounir Alanqar (@shamraed): Mounir is 19 years old and from a family of 7. She has 4 siblings: Rasha (22 and married), Rana (21 and married), Mohammed (16), and Sham (4). Her mother suffers from chronic asthma and does not have the medication she needs. Sham is suffering from skin rashes, diarrhea and vomiting because of the contaminated water. They wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/296390e2) (#8 on the @/gazavetters vetted list) (€1,656 raised of €35,000 goal)

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