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Team 141 seeing female reader take off her shirt to train with her friend and seeing she has scars all over her body because she was tortured (burned, knife cuts, bullet wounds, whipped, ect) and reader having a visible pack (I don't care how many packs)

And the boys feeling sympathy for her but also blushing at her body ☻️🤭

You can decline if ya want I don't mind

Should I make Konïg, Las Vargas maybe even add Graves and Valeria versions?

TF 1-4-1: Ghost, Soap, John, Gaz.

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warning: Torture, no details given. Horny men...little innocent reader, English isn't my first language, my writing!

It was a hot day, and luckily the team didn't have any mission. So they were chilling in the training ground.

It was intimating to see a group of tall and build men sitting and staring at the horizon. Weird too, isn't it? but not when you follow the line where their eyes were so focused on.

In the distance, you stood. Back straight up, as your friends chat with each other. You, on the other hand, were standing waiting for something.

From under the shade, they could see all your expressions, or rather the lack of them. At least, they could admire the stars in your eyes, your pouting plump lips.

It wasn't strange for the TF 1-4-1 to admire you from afar. It became a habit they picked. If you give them a chance they will worship the ground you walked on, not like they aren't already.

They just don't want to hide it anymore, but for now, it will do until you notice their efforts, then maybe things will be different, it all depends on you.

"First, it will be (Y/N) against (your friend's name)" Queu to a groan and a few complaints, while you emotionlessly walked pulling off your mask, and your t-shirt. Leaving yourself bare with only a sports bra as a cover.

It caught the 1-4-1 off guard, especially Ghost, who noticed the ghost's hands, each one holding a breast.

Here comes the train of unholy thoughts.

It sends waves of arousal to warm their stomach and crawl up their spine, as they drank in your form. Each curve, each scares, every inch of you was been craved in their minds.

The men turn away shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably trying to ease the blood rushing down there if you know what I mean.

Some were rubbing their eyes and faces as if it was trying to get rid of the image of you standing there... In only a bra and military pants, but we both know that they were craving it in their mind for later. All for everyone to see, causing a fit of jealousy to bloom in their chest.

Damn you and your body. They thought. Fighting the strong urge to relieve themselves, which could be only done in the bedroom away from prying eyes.

Here comes another unholy thought.

Didn't you know the effect you had on them? Or maybe you know, either way, you really need to stop teasing, or punishment may be the only way for you to understand what you made feel.

They all groaned, for god's sake, they were grown-ass men, not some high school girls stalking their crush.

Fuck!

Why their pants are getting tight?

It was weird for you to show some skins, not like you didn't look great. You looked more than great, but after one horrifying mission, you stopped showing even your hands.

Ghost was present with you that day. He had to watch unable to do anything, as they torture you over and over again for days, and the scars on your body were proof of what you had been through. You screamed still hunting his mind, verytime he closed or opened his eyes.

He blamed himself every second of the day, because if he had listened to you and didn't leave you alone, you may have been able to fight the enemy together, and neither you nor him, would have been captured.

You ran a hand through your hair, before putting in a high ponytail. Getting in your position and the boys remarked how your eyes were closed. You didn't even open them when your friend was attacking you left and right. You avoided all attacks, without breaking a sweat. As if you sense his movement, your movements were smooth too. Much different form military training.

Price, unlike the others, was more interested in your abilities Why are you lying? he had read your files. All he could say that is he was impressed. He tried getting you on his team, unfortunately, you had taken two years off the military to heal from your last mission.

He had heard from Lasweel, that you looked like a mummy when the doctors were done. They say it was a miracle that you survived, sadly, the scars will be forever graved on your body, just the memories in your mind.

Now you were back, with a few rumours lit up like fire in the woods about you. They were all absurd of course, yet some seem to believe them, resulting in them avoiding you like the plague, but you didn't seem to mind. Actually, he had noticed how agitated you become when you share the same space as someone else.

You are always tensed and on guard, whenever someone was talking to you, the only person who you seemed to ease around was Soap, who the moment notice your packs accidentally when you were training together, was stuck like the glue to your side.

You never pushed him, you responded to every question he asked, like patient parents with their children, and somehow you were able to understand his weird choice of words, and even then you spoke few words, only listening and humming along the way.

That gave Gaz some courage, to try and talk to, and boy did he feel bad!

Gaz was one of the people who believed the absurd rumours. He found them to be real. You never tried to prove him wrong, until, he sat by your side, as you prepare something to eat.

Soap had practically dragged him, to meet his crush you. For a movie night. You didn't speak much, you just listen attentively to each word that comes out of Soap's mouth, and he could a crossed smile, even it was small each time Soap throw a joke, no matter how bad it was.

He watched you all night eyes only focusing on you. In his mind, he was watching waiting for one wrong move, while his heart was memorizing each part of, each move and the reason behind it. Maybe that's how he knew you well.

You didn't do anything that night that proves that you were the person in the rumours. You weren't arrogant, and even with the little emotion you had shown, he was able to conclude that you were a good person, just broken.

That's how you become close with Gaz, not like how you were with Soap but enough for you to salute him or pat his shoulder or head. Which always flustered him.

A few minutes into the fight with your friend and you already tackled them. You, on top of them, hand behind their back comfortable setting on their back.

They start wiggling under you, and for a moment 1-4-1 halted in their movement eyes intensely watching your breast bounce.

"Fuck" they cursed under their breath. They knew it will be better to leave, yet their body refused to obey their brain and move.

You turn to get your shirt and gear and leave when you saw 1-4-1 standing under the shade. You politely waved but none of them seems to notice you, from where you stood, you could see the tips of their ears red, some were hiding their faces between their arm supporting their weight with the metal bars in front of them.

You, being the innocent female lead, you titled your head, worried that the sun may be the cause of their redness.

You took the bottles before walking to them after it you offered them to them. They all took it gratefully before shrugging in down.

You escorted them back inside, as you watched them walking. You took notice of the awkwardness in the air, with a hint of ginger and peppermint. You knew what it was.

They were scent caused by sex pheromones, so why do they smell like that?

Oh, if only you knew!

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Hello everyone,

My name is Walaa, and I currently reside in Germany. I am reaching out on behalf of my family, who are facing dire circumstances in Gaza. It was with much hesitation and after considerable thought that I decided to ask for your help. The gravity of their situation compels me to seek urgent assistance in evacuating my family from Gaza to a safer place.

I am Roba, and I want to share with you the story of me and my family.

We lived a stable and dignified life, owning a beautiful house. Their modest jobs provided for our basic needs and fulfilled our aspirations for a better future. Despite the challenges in Gaza, such as the siege, electricity crisis, and limited job opportunities, we managed to lead a stable life where basic necessities were accessible. However, the onset of war has shattered our world, leaving us displaced from our home and struggling to survive amidst unimaginable hardships.

Since October 7th, due to the continuous bombing of Gaza, we were forced to leave our home and move to the southern regions, where we are facing extremely difficult humanitarian conditions. Our situation in Rafah is tragic, as we suffer from a severe shortage of food, water, and basic necessities for a decent human life. We are experiencing great difficulty in obtaining drinking water and water for daily use. Additionally, there is a significant lack of health services, which exacerbates our daily suffering. The harsh weather conditions make daily life even more complicated and difficult

Amidst this brutal war, we endure not only the continuation of the war but also the relentless onslaught of diseases spreading due to unhealthy conditions, the biting cold seeping into our bones and high temperature in summer , hunger due to food shortages, and the suffering of drinking unpurified water.

Furthermore, my heart aches for my father, who battles both diabetes and arthritis. Finding medication for him amidst the chaos has become an agonizing challenge during these long, harrowing months.

The devastation has left us without shelter, food, or clean water. We have lost everything – our home, our humble jobs, and our dreams for a better future. We now find ourselves among the countless displaced individuals, struggling to survive amidst the chaos with an uncertain future looming ahead.

My home before:Our beautiful sanctuary, filled with love and beauty in every corner.

After:

Remnants of our destroyed home and dreams:

Compounding our plight is the financial burden of escaping Gaza. Coordinators in Egypt, authorized to add our names to the list at the border, are now demanding between $7,000 and $8,000 per person – a sum we simply cannot afford on our own. They will not add the names until we can prove that we have the money ready. As our situation worsens by the day, the need for assistance becomes increasingly urgent.

Now, I find myself at a point of helplessness and desperation. I urgently and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family by getting us out of Gaza. The situation in Gaza has become untenable due to slow deaths from hunger, dehydration, displacement, the spread of diseases, and the ongoing bombings.

In addition to the dire circumstances we face, we've lost everything: our home, our humble jobs, and our dreams. Everything was destroyed in Gaza. There is no longer life, no suitable places for living, and no work. The basic necessities of a decent human life are no longer available. So we want to start our life from scratch again, in another place, knowing that not everything will be destroyed in an instant. Trying to rebuild our present and restore our dreams of building a better future which were destroyed during this war. Your donation is not just a lifeline for us; it's our only chance at survival.

As the conflict in Gaza persists, the situation at the Rafah crossing has taken a dire turn. Unfortunately, the crossing, which was our only hope for safe passage out of Rafah to Egypt, has been closed indefinitely due to ongoing challenges. This unexpected development has left us stranded, unable to proceed with our evacuation plans.

The situation has only worsened with the ongoing events in Rafah, which have forced us into displacement yet again. Our suffering has deepened.Now, we find ourselves living in tent, enduring inhumane conditions. The searing high temperatures make daily life unbearable. Insects are a constant menace, creating a suitable environment for the spread of diseases. This, coupled with the lack of health services, further exacerbates our plight. We lack the most basic necessities of human life.We are forced to use salty, impure seawater, laden with dirt and unsuitable for daily human use. Even our drinking water, which should be pure and fresh, is salty. Additionally, we must walk long distances to access any water, whether it is drinking water or seawater.These are inhumane and undignified living conditions that are beyond imagination. Such a life only adds to our suffering.

However, despite this setback, our determination to secure a safer future for our loved ones remains unwavering. We are committed to continuing our efforts to collect donations, knowing that even after the war ends, the challenges of rebuilding our lives in Gaza will be immense. We hold onto the hope that if the situation at the crossing changes or alternative routes become available, we will be ready to seize the opportunity to move forward.

Therefore, I humbly appeal to your generosity once again. Your contributions are not only crucial for our immediate evacuation but also for our long-term goal of building a better life outside the war-torn Gaza Strip. Together, we can overcome the obstacles before us and pave the way for a brighter future for my family.

To facilitate our evacuation from Gaza to Egypt, we've initiated this GoFundMe campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 USD. Here's how the funds will be allocated:

- The expenses related to obtaining permits to cross the Gaza-Egypt border at "Rafah" are significant. Each individual in our family: my parents and siblings (Roba, Sahar, Ibrahim, Ahmad, and Mahmoud), requires coordination for leaving Gaza to Egypt, at a cost of $8,000 per person. Therefore, the $40,000 goal represents the collective amount needed to cover the coordination expenses for all five family members.

- The remaining funds will be used to cover the costs of basic necessities of life, including renting a modest house to live in, purchasing food, and medications for diabetes and arthritis.

- We will coordinate with Ya Hala Company in Egypt, which is responsible for facilitating the exit from Gaza to Egypt, once we've collected the required amount for permits.

I am reaching out to you in desperation, seeking your assistance to alleviate our suffering. Your donation is not just a lifeline for us; it's our only chance at survival. With your support, we hope to escape this nightmare and rebuild our lives beyond the confines of war and destruction.

Every contribution, regardless of its size, holds immense significance for us. Please open your hearts and join us on our journey towards safety and a renewed sense of hope. Thank you for your compassion and generosity.

Sincerely,

Roba

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(X-men x reader).Part 1

Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!

I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).

requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.

warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.

fanfiction, still not edited.

You didn't quite understood, what he meant when he said you weren't going to like your next life. Until, you opened you eyes to see, this dark dirty room, it looked like one of those preason in the second world war, and it didn't look like you were there for too long.

You didn't have any information, about this body. Only that it belong to a female girl, in 20. She was kidnapped and raised as a weapon, her whole life, and that was it.

HHe didn't gave you anything more, and to be quite franc, you didn't need any, and you didn't think that you will need them. From just there, you understood that she wasn't near anyone, that will cause you problems in the furur.

Looking around, you found that the small prison room, you were in, wasn't all powerful to keep you, meaning that whoever put you here doesn't know about the powers this body holds. The chaines weren't holding your hands right, it hurt whenevver you move it, but with your hey pain tolerance you may be able to break them.

As you closed your eyes, trying to activite your power, when suddenly the door opened. A man in melitary form enter, at first glace you knew who he was, which caused you to curse in your head unconsciously.

_ My name is Marcy William Stryker. You will be excuted to death for stealing. is that correct?

He spoke as he took in your form, you tried to hug yourself as a way to sheald yourself from his eyes, as much as possible, with your hands chained to your back.

You were all dirty, but that didn't hide, how beautiful you were, he wouldn't lie, just looking at those eyes of yours, made him feel at ease, as if a big heavy weight was lift off his shoulders. You shone with innocence, rare thing only found in newborn.

He already made a promise to himself to protect you from the horny and uncontrolable men, that he took in his team. He would have done it, even if he knew how capable you were. It was just like a fatherly instinct inside of him that somehow convinced him to protect you and take you under his wings, even if it was the first time he saw you face to face.

You on the other hand, was thinking either to cut off his head, and miss up the story or go with him and watch your favorite charcter go through a traumatize life, to become the worlverine you know all too well.

_If you go with me, I will give the best you will ever dream of. A nice warm bed, food...clothes. What ever you wish for. With me you wouldn't have to worry about hiding what you are.

He looked dirctly in your eyes, and you could see the sincerity in them. He didn't use the word work, neither did he imply it.

You stared at each other for a good minute, before you sigh nodding. Not having the power or the will to speak. You were hungry and tired,wich was one of the reasons why you accepted, because either if you run away, you would only found yourself in the street, that if you found away out of the war zone.

You walk out of the expensive bathroom. When he said he will take care of you, you didn't expect him to go this far. He brought you the nicest room, and the most expensive product that smells good you wouldn't lie.

Looking out the window you tried not to think much about the meeting that will happen sooner than you wil like it. It's not that you don't want to meet him, you are more afraid of what you may do, or how you will act around him. Or maybe you can ignore him, and just watch...Yeah that sound like a good idea.

Suddenly an idea popped in your head, since you came here, you still hadn't seen yourself. With that you start searshing for a mirror, until you found one,sticked on the wardroped, near the window.

You slowly walked to it, as you imagine, how you may look like. By what you saw when you were shoowering was kind give away on how you looked, but yet you had to see full body with your face.

You let a gasped...Oh my godness, you looked fine, breathtaking. There wasn't a word that could discribe you. It was just dream body of every girl, minus the small cutes here and there, but damn.

You giggled as you posed, like those girl you see on social media. You always felt infure to them, about how you looked. Now ypu wish come true, no more buillying and no more pressing on yourself.

Your giggles soon turn to a full laugh, as you throw yourself enjoying the beautiful soft bed, huggin yourself, making sure that it was really, 100% real and not just you imagination, maybe he was wrong and you will have fun here.

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pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

summary: When Y/N’s drink gets spiked on New Years Eve, Matt takes care of her.

word count: 2375

warnings: drugged but nothing happens

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“Come on, it’s New Years Eve!” Y/N begged as she stood in the doorway of the office. Matt was coming out of his office, glasses still on, and Karen was sitting at her desk in the main room, Y/N’s side long since vacated. It was 9:30 PM, and she was trying to get her coworkers to join her to celebrate the New Year.

“Exactly! Everyone will be out.” Matt sighed, and Y/N rolled her eyes even though she knew he wouldn’t see it.

“Everyone will be in Times Square, away from us. I’m sure Josie has room.” Foggy supplied, because he had been on Y/N’s side as soon as she mentioned drinks.

“Besides, it’s way too late to be in the office anyway.” Y/N smiled as Karen sighed, turning her computer off and grabbing her bag.

“Alright, Matt, Karen just folded. Now it’s your turn.” Foggy was grinning ear to ear as Matt hung his head in defeat before walking back into the office and grabbing his walking cane. The four of them left their computers in the office, turned the lights out and locked the door.

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Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)

1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)

2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺

It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.

Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.

Characters mentioned : John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

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Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?

The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.

Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.

Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.

Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.

Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.

Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!

Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.

You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.

You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.

Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.

Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.

"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.

Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.

"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.

"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.

Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.

Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.

"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.

You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.

Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.

Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.

Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.

For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.

König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.

Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?

In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.

I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.

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Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)

1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)

2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺

It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.

Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.

Characters mentioned : John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

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Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?

The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.

Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.

Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.

Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.

Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.

Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!

Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.

You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.

You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.

Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.

Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.

"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.

Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.

"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.

"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.

Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.

Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.

"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.

You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.

Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.

Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.

Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.

For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.

König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.

Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?

In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.

I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.

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Protests break out in New York and in front of the White House in Washington DC against the US-led bombing of Yemen.

The Biden administration would rather bomb a sovereign state, risk a massive new war in the region, and spend billions in the process, than simply get Israel to stop massacring civilians in Gaza. War hawks, neo-cons.

For the record, the Houthis have not caused a single casualty through their disruptions in the Red Sea, and if anything, are playing their part in upholding the genocide convention.

Over 100 journalists have been killed in Gaza since October 7th.

(X-men x reader).Part 2

X-Men Origins: Wolverin.

Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!

I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).

requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.

warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.

fanfiction, still not edited.

2181 words. WOW.

Part1

Waking up from your beauty sleep, you felt tired to stand up, but as you saw what time it was, you jumped as fast as possible, the sleepness already leaving you body.

It was 11 a.m and you were late, too late. Today you were supposed to meet the wolverine and his brother to convince them to leave with you. Of course, you had taken permission,with the help of your new power, but you needed to stay quite, you shouldn't speak until you were given permission. You were okay with that, because what would say to any one them, hey I am a big fan of yours?

Laughing at the thought you put on some military clothes. You weren't a fan of showing much of your skin, even with this perfect body that you now have. That's why you were wearing male clothes. It was confortable and easy to move in, and for the other clothes that you brought and modified a little, were still waiting for the right moment ti be used.

You knew runnig will not help you now, so you decided to fuck it, and use teleportation. Which you found out later one to be the best option.

_took your sweet time.

_Major William Stryker!

He give you one of his rare smile, before patting your head.You took the seat next to him, trying to et confortable with a ride that may take two hours.

_If you were one minute late we would have left without you.

His smile soon disappeared and was replace it but a blank expression, as he signaled for the driver to start the car. You knew, he would have, not because of him been an impatient man, but because he doesn't even want you to be there.

As you expected the ride was long and boring,and while Major Stryker was re-reading the files of the two men, you found yourslef sleeping just half an hour through the ride.

………………………….

Rubbing your right eye, to try and get ride of the blurness, you walked by Major side, looking around with a disgusted face. Everything was dirty, you can even see some rats running around with what you assumed to be a peace of meat in there mouth.

As you passed, soldiers were looking at you either with confusion,what a woman doing here?, or with lust, which you hated, but ignored to not start a fight.

Once in front of sell, Major signaled for the soldier to open the door, which he did with his eyes not leaving your face.

Major was the first to walk in, before you did. You tried as much as possible keeping a poker face which happened to be hard as both of the brother turn your way.

You couldn't see it but there eyes widen as you enter, an angel, that's what they thought you were. Your hair was on high ponytail, you eyes were light blue instead of there usually color from nervousity. which made you look like a angel to both of them.

-My name is Major William Stryker. The man standing in front you spoke, gining there attention back to him.

_You've been charged with k*ll a senior officer.Is that correct?

_Apparently, we have some issues with authority… The eldery spoke, his eyes sliding to you. You didn't even notice him, since you were busy watching the rat on his arm, with much disgust, which suprisendly didn't reflect on your face or your eyes.

_Just keep a lid on it.

Wolverine looked at his brother warning him to keep it shut.

-sir.

William was amused, and you knew he could see it, that unlike, the youngest, Victor was more blood thirsty and with just few words he would be able to get him, and if he did, the youngest will follow.

_The warden tells me that your sentence was carried out by a firing squad at 1000 hours.How'd that go?

From taht point you blocked there convversation, you were bored, which suprised you since you were in presence of the main character and his evil brother.

_I'm putting together a special team with special privileges.

William said, as he bravely looked you from where he was, before continuing, which caught both of the brothers attention. Making them look at each, silently communicating with each other.

_Now, tell me, how would you like to really serve your country?

…………………………………………………..

You were all the plan, and like in the car you were sitting on Major William's right side just next the men, who bickered like children.

_Don't.

you warn Wade pointing at fingure at him, with eyes as red as blood. He was about to make a comment that you weren't ready to hear. You weren't ready to hear none of there bickery, beacsue somehow, God thought it will be a good idea to call you, for a mission, just as you all left the small prison, to give the brothers a moment to shower and get ready.

You were exhausted by the moment you came back. You felt as if someone was hitting with a hammer in every inch of your body.

-Bradley, take her down.

Major spoke refering to the plan, which he immidiatly did, making James feel much worse. You had complitly forgot how the man hated flying in the first movie.

_Gentlemen, wheels down in Lagos in five.

Major annouced, before patting on the head as he saw how tired you were. …………………………….

Once there you somehow found yourslef between the two brothers. Which you were sure was not where you were supposed to be.

_Why are we here?

James asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

_All in good time.

Major responded uncaring, because he knew once the man knew what they were ready to do, will surely leave, but wiil (Y/N) do the same? Major thought.

_(Y/N). You snapped your head to Major, who called your name like a father would.

-I want you to… The other couldn't hear what he whispered to you, but when your eyes light up they thought it's something good for you. You soon disapeared in front of there eyes, but before they could react, Major William, turned to Zer, giving him permission to do what his best at, shoot the enemies.

…………………….

Meanwhile, you were inside in the room, where so many workers were cheeking the diamons, to see if they were real or not. Unfortunatly, for them you weren't there for diamons.

You stood near the window whatching as Victor climbed the building like it was a tree. You let out a small laugh, not like anyone could hear you or see you, before you got back to your mission, which was simple, read mind. It was supposed to be Bradley, but he was needed down there.

Putting two fingures on the man forehead, you got thrown in his memories. One by one, you saw how he meet his wife, how he acted with his daughter, and he was the cause of many death, you tried not to break your focus from staying invisible from the eyes of the guards as you digged more inside the man head, until you heard the elevator door open, with a small ding. Soon you heard the sound of gun and swords, which you assumed to be from the guards and Wade.

-If you didn't have that mouth on you, Wade, you'd be the perfect soldier.

Major commented before he called your name, making your coat of invisibily fall.

_So?

He asked.

_I wouldn't do that if I was you, brother.

The teleportation man said as he stopped the mafia boss, or whatever the man that you read his mind was, from taking a hold of his gun.

_Thank you. You smiled at him, he just saved your life. Maybe you should take God's offer and bring your details in your memories back.

_He brought it from a small village, far inland, three days from here.

You spoke throwing the black rock on the desk.

_You did good.

He praised you with a small pat on your head, making you glare at him, but he wasn't looking his eyes were more focused on the thing on his hands.

You turned you head, trying to avoid the dark emotions comming from the Major, but you were meet with Login's eyes on you, or james as he is called now.You give him a smile, which he return.

For login that smile moved something inside of him, he almsot chuckled when he knew what it was, a silly crush. Looking at you more, he tried to take in all of you, your eyes that changed back to there origine color, you hair that was the same since morning, your hands that you hide in you trouseres pocket, your lips that pouted in mesary, as the Major patted your head.You were a much shorter than him, if you weren't the boots.

……………………………………………

Leaving the building, you stood by team side, sitting this time beside login and his brother, who seem to take a liking to you.You would if you didn't remeber how he killed Bradley, with no mercy.

_Let me help.

You softly spoke, as you put a hand on Logan's shoulder. Taking away his motion sickness, which helped him relaxe for the first time.

_Thank you.

He gifted you a shy small, and that's how you two found yourself making small conversations, unware of the jealous eyes, of both Victore and Wade.

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few days later, you arrived in the small village, and you asked youself for the first time who you should follow, the man who helped you, or the main character?

You let out a sigh of ditress, catching Logan's attention. Who put a hand on your shoulder trying to consul you,, which you reponded by a forced smile, and before he could ask you run to the MMajor's side.

_He says it came from the sky.

Wade translated what the man said.

_He is telling the truth.

Logan spoke observing the kneeling man expression.

_You don't know the language, Logan.

Major's spoke, like he was telling Logan to shut it. of couse, LOgan didn't see it, but he shut his mouth any way, looking at his brother, begging him tos top whatever will happen. Which Victor responded to with a grin.

_It's a meteor fragment.

He whispered catching Major's attention on you.

_I know what it is.I am asking where he found it.

Of course, he knew. He was the one who send it to the laboratory for an examination before coming to the inland.

Just like last time you shut there conversation,, focusing more on the desiscion that you will soon have to take. You either choose, Logan, the man you had the pleasure to know more, that what ythe T.V shown about him, or Major William Stryker, th eman who become more like a father to you. It was a hard choice.

Hearing a scraem you snapped to see Victor holding the man by his neck, you for once remebered what would happened so with no hestation, you push Victor back, before putting a shield on the people. unfortunatly, some of them were already injured or dead.

_You promised!

You looked at the man you saw as a father, with so much disapointement.

_Don't!

Major screamed catching on what you will did, but it was too late, you send all of them the base with a wave of your hand, before they could hurt any more.

Turning to the people, you acted shock when you saw Logan. You knew he didn't want to hurt anyone, but you acted like it.

_I don't want to hurt anyone!

He screamed as he held his head high.

_If you don't beleive me, you can read my mind!

He tried to convience you, it was a very tempting suggestion. Sighing to stepped in fornt of him, before touching his head, going inside of it. You closed yur eyes to help you concetrate, which cased you to miss how his eyes traveled from your lips to your every inch on your face.

Now that he saw you from a this distance, your faces almost touching. He couldn't lie, he did have a not so tiny crush, but you were so much younger than him.

_I am as old as you are, maybe more.

You whispered, your eyes now opened, focusing shamessly on his lips. Which suprised him, he was focusing on guessing the tast of your lips that he forgotten himself.

Feeling bold, you give him a small peck on the lips before, turning to help the injuried people who needed medical attention.

It took Login by suprise, he wasn't sure if he should take that as a hint that you felt the same as him, or it was just a heat of a moment, but you didn't look like someone who would kiss just because.

Lincking his lips, he promised to ask you later and maybe get another taste of your lips, and this time it wouldn't just a peck.