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tags: Ghost x reader, fluff

"Meow meow!"

"Oh my God, meow meow!"

"Look, Ghost, the meow meow is so cute!"

Every single time you say that, Ghost has given you the most deadpan look. The worst part is you don't even know if it's deadpan or not. Literally every look he gives could be considered deadpan because of his mask.

Regardless, you keep pointing out any cat you find in the area.

A gray one with white spots speckled all over consistently finds the two of you. He never meows, is always in some corner taking a nap and seems to be an old loner.

"Meow meow!" You call out excitedly. You kneel down on the asphalt and pick him up in your arms, cuddling close to the cat. "Hi, baby! My baby."

You smoosh his cheeks together and he doesn't bite. He doesn't bite! How the hell does he not bite?! Ghost is staring at the both of you with the most perplexed look on his face, eyebrows knitted together and mouth curling like he ate rancid cat food.

"Who's that? Who's that?" You turn to Ghost. "That's my lieutenant! Say hi to Lieutenant Ghost. Say hi!"

You cradle him in your arms like a baby and stand up, walking over to Ghost. His back feels like someone shoved a ramrod down his spine. You pat the cat's butt like he's a baby.

"Say hi, baby."

The cat with his twitchy little nose and fluttering tail, really does look at Ghost. To his surprise, the cat gives a slow blink to the masked man.

"Meow."

You giggle happily, cradling him in your arms some more. Eventually, he wiggles unhappily and you have to put him down.

With his tail high up in the air and his butt on full display, the two of you watch him saunter away like the gentleman he is.

"You know, I think he likes you." You smile at Ghost.

He just stares at you.

"He likes you." He smiles to himself.

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Train broke down today and i stared at it like "🫩 see if Homelander was real, I wouldn't need to deal with this shit, he could just carry me and fly-"

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My brain chemistry changed when I realised that Anthony Starr (Homelander) is the same age as my dad...

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I'm so homelander-brained rn because why does this remind me of him 😭

"do you think God created humans because loneliness was the only thing that couldn't be solved by omnipotence"

And I'm now thinking about Homelander being lonely because he was so above others all the time 🥹

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Reader who is Homelander's assistant.

Reader who fell in love with him despite his.. Obvious issues.

The first time reader saw him, they're absolutely floored by how attractive he is. Obviously, he's a narcissist. Reader might be an optimist but they're not blind. Reader might look good with heart-shaped rose-coloured glasses on camera but reader knows deep down that's just what Homelander is like too.

He might be egotistical and arrogant and dangerous but deep inside, he's quite self-aware.

Which is exactly why Homelander does not like you.

See, the problem is, Homelander wants to scare you. It's kinda his thing.

So when you pull up to the function acting all nonchalant and cool – not only that but being a competent assistant? Actually getting his impossible tasks done? Listening when he's pissed off at something and not backing down?

Well.. Now, Homelander's really interested in you.

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I know we joke a lot on this app about how porn/smut is the only thing keeping us going but I was legitimately having a Bad Day and reading the porn actually made me feel better

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nice writing! hoping to see more work in the future, your style is so lovely :D

hi, honey thank you so much 🥺

this is so sweet of you to say 😭

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Once upon a time, a long time ago, Ghost read your diary.

You were both recruits. At the time, the military wasn't as strict on separating male and female recruits so he used to see you quite often.

To tell the truth, he doesn't remember faces well. That, or the fact that he just didn't care to remember anybody in particular.

Ghost didn't think about much in that first year of training. He heard a lot of things. The commanding officers being assholes. The complaints of his fellow trainees. The late-night endeavors that always resulted in the next-morning laps around the block.

So, when he saw you running with him, huffing and puffing because you couldn't do it anymore and you were pretty sure this was illegal, Ghost really didn't think much of it.

That was until he stumbled upon your diary.

Now that he thinks back on it, he's not sure how he knew it was yours. But you talked a lot. You were friendly, cheerful but you were also prone to leaving things at random places.

He had found it in the common room, sitting on top of the coffee table. He had strolled towards it, curious.

It read,

..Everything's so boring now that you're an adult. When I was a kid, my favorite fairytale was Red Riding Hood. I used to play with my blanket all the time and pretend I was wearing a cloak.

You know.. That kinda reminds me of that guy. What's his name? Simon? He has the most deadpan look in his eyes. Like Severus Snape but less likable.

Hm. Maybe he should go as that for Halloween.

Ghost stared at the words. Gripped his coffee mug so tight he swear he could feel the porcelain crack.

Yeah. he threw vour diary in the trash.

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Ghost honestly thinks you're stupid.

Well, not actually stupid, obviously but.. He's not blind. He sees how whimsical you are. How nothing seems to be a big deal to you. How carefree you are even when dealing with stressful situations - granted you aren't on the field, you're part of the tech team.

Which makes it all the more worse that Ghost has a crush on you.

It's stupid. He's stupid. He's a grown man. He can't possibly have a crush on someone at this age.

But that's exactly what this is. A crush.

"Would you rather be a cat," You frown, squinting at the ceiling. You're holding one of his vests to the light, trying to see where the stitching went wrong. "Or a dog?"

He huffs, not even looking up from his reports.

"A dog. Least then I'll be useful."

He glances at you. You're laying on the couch in his office. As if you belong there. Sprawled out like a cat and.. Sewing his clothes.

You smile at him.

"I think I'd be a cat."

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pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: mdni, smut, praise kink

You call Price "unc" (uncle) to make him feel old so he puts you in a headlock -- his meaty bicep encircling your neck and his bulge pressing into your ass as he puts his full weight on top of you. You're trapped between the ground and the wall of meat on top of you but all you can do is salivate as Price pushes his fingers into your mouth.

"That's a girl, eh?" He mutters, shoving his fingers in and out in rapid succession just so he can hear you moan again. "There's a good lass. C'mon, gimme more-"

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your clit grinded against the mat below you, separated only by the thin material of your yoga pants.

"Oh, fuck--" You mutter as he grunts, pulling his fingers out and rubbing them over your pants.

"Yeah?" He growls. "This what you wanted?" Your tongue lolls out as he rubs you through your pants, coating it and his fingers in your slick.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet..." He plants a kiss behind your ear and you keen.

"John.." You whisper.

"I know, baby, I know.." Your nails dig into the mat as you pant.

"Oh, fuck.." You whimper. Shit. Fuck. You can feel your orgasm coming -- can feel yourself nearing the peak.

"That's it, that's a girl.." He growls in your ear. His fingers are picking up the pace. You can't see him but fuck, he's doing wonders to your body. You've never had anybody touch you like this before.

The way that he's rubbing your clit in circles, the way that he keeps sliding down to your hole then back up again, the way he's rocking his hips into your ass and grunting and-

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your orgasm crashes into you without any warning like a tidal wave of pleasure of your pussy. You shudder when he keeps rubbing you through the aftershocks and your body twitches every time he whispers in your ear.

"Good girl.." He whispers. "That's my good girl..."

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Yk those TikToks that talk about "performative men" who read feminist literature -- basically do stuff that makes them look good in the female eye to attract girls

Be honest, which COD guy would fit this mould 😂

König

Soap

Price

Ghost

Keegan

Gaz

someone else(?)

Voting ended onOct 7, 2025

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reader x kyle gaz garrick

Reader with a rich mom who's currently single. She divorced your dad recently, only about 2 years ago, and is still on the hunt for someone new.

"I just want someone fun." She told you over a Sunday brunch. "Someone young and hip. You know. No commitments. You're not getting a new daddy anytime soon."

The thought of her saying that made you want to throw up. But what you didn't expect was just how young your mom's new boyfriends were compared to her.

One day, your mom introduces you to someone new. (Again.)

"You're gonna love him. His skin is like caramel.. And his smile, oh my Lord." She giggles, powdering her nose. "He has such a handsome accent. I promise, baby, you're gonna love him."

And love him, indeed, you did.

For the record, Kyle was a gentleman. He kissed your mom's hands, hung on to every word and even paid for the dinner bill.

So, naturally when your mom asks you what you think of him, you just turn to him and say--

"Are you gonna be my new daddy?"

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Marriage of Convenience

pairing: simon ghost riley x fem!reader

tags: fluff, historical!au, arranged marriage trope

There's a man in your bedroom. A man that you don't recognize. A man that you just married an hour ago.

You've never been so hurried to bed before. The bath had been drawn hours before the ceremony even started. Tradition, the maids called it, in their foreign yet regal accents. It matched with what your mother told you about this kingdom. Even the servants are literate.

From the moment you stepped into your wedding gown, all the way up to the altar, it was performance after performance. Ritual, yes. Tradition, even more so. But celebration? Well.. It seemed like that aspect was reserved more for the guests than anything.

By the time you soaked in the bath that your handmaidens had been busy preparing for you since the dawn of time, you were exhausted. Thankfully, whatever essence there was in the air – oils, perfumes, petals – it was definitely working its magic. By the time you were wrapped in your towels, you felt like a new woman.

Only the woman you had become was more of a servant than a wife.

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"We are bound by duty." Your mother had told you once. "Not devotion." It was in response to a question that you had posed as a young girl. You were on her lap while she braided your hair. "Is it true, mama, if I don't want to get married, I can become a nun?"

Secretly, your mother must've wondered where you got that notion from. At least, that's what you thought it must've been for her. It wasn't hard for you to notice that ladies were born to be wives, homemakers, or maids. Men, on the other hand, seemed to have the ability to do anything they like.

You know now that that isn't true. Even as you soak your feet in a basin of rose water and have your calluses scrubbed off, you know that just because you're a woman, it doesn't mean you will not have duties. Just as a man is as trapped in his freedom as he says he isn't.

"Your Highness." You look up, blinking. Your maid is facing you with a patient, polite look. "Sorry, could you repeat what you said?"

"Most certainly, ma'am." She clears her throat. "Would you like to put some blush on?"

This time, you turn your head to fix her with a look. "You've just washed everything off me and now you want me to wear makeup again? Don't bother with the blush. I don't need to sleep with powder on."

She bows her head. To your dismay, she doesn't seem a bit displeased with your answer. She just leaves the room.

You sigh. You feel like a show pony. Or a crippled horse. You can't decide which is worse.

You stand up and your dress envelops you. Your nightgown is white and lacey while your robe is see-through.

You take the robe off, disillusioned with its beauty. You fold it against your arms before draping it on the back of your dressing chair. You pad your way to the bed, sitting down on it. Your fingers skim the surface. It feels soft, airy, light.

The door opens and you look up.

It's your husband.