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Ask Simon Riley

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Writings: Drunk!reader x irresponsible!simon*mdni*(part two) — chicken hybrid!reader x 141*mdni* — post-TBI!Soap *very angsty* — poor Simon 😔 *very very very angsty* — sticking Prices fingers down your throat *mdni* — creepy König <3 *mdni* — octopus hybrid reader *not 141? / angst* — lil drabble *unfinished / suggestive* — Nik x Reader x Price *kinda unfinished / suggestive*

KINKTOBER 2025: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, (didn't do the rest of them 😔)

[i-technically-dont-exist]

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE

no matter your race, age, identity, gender, sexuality, color, community, religion, country, or beliefs, I believe everyone should get equal rights to express who they are and what they love.

HAPPY PRIDE.

[i-technically-dont-exist]

I'm just a girl.

And sometimes that girl wants to watch gay furry 🌽 while high beyond belief.

[i-technically-dont-exist]

also forgot to mention all of you people with funky genders and sexualities I love you so much

Ps, go read the tags on the original post too!

[i-technically-dont-exist]

I'm just a girl.

And sometimes that girl wants to watch gay furry 🌽 while high beyond belief.

[rawme-price]

Price knows the exact moment his spouse is sick because he wakes up with you plastered against his naked body.

It's not unusual for price to sleep naked, but it is unusual for you to sleep with your face pressed to his hairy stomach and hands tucked under his torso.

"Love? You alright?" Price grunts, trying to shift up only for you to dig your fingers in. He chuckles at the way you grumble, rubbing your face into his warmth sleepily.

"Mmmh!!" You peek up the smallest amount to convey your glare, eye's teary and red "m sick. John. Sick! I die now!!"

"Ach. Dramatic." Price scoffs, rolls on his side to tug you closer to his chest. He notes how warm you run, and the slight shiver. He knows he shouldn't, but price loves when you get sick. How clingy you are....and whiny.

"Nooooo....I'm dying johnnn...." you sigh, pouting like a wet cat and hiding against his chest. "The only cure....is hugs an' kisses from a very attractive man...."

"Oh. Well if it's the only cure..." price chuckles indulgently, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. He lets you bask in it for all of ten seconds before he's rolling you over and wrapping the blanket around you tight.

"Betrayal!" You cry, weak and small but undeniably offended. Your blanket cocoon wiggles in your attempts for freedom, though price only snorts and pats your head.

"You need medicine, love." The tv clicks on to a nature documentary, and suddenly you realize just how tired you are and how sick you feel. "Take a nap while I fix you something, okay?"

You don't wake up again until the afternoon, hand having snuck out of the blanket and wrapped firmly in johns.

[rawme-price]

Ghost accidentally pavlovs himself with the scent of your perfume. Mostly because he likes to hold you close, arms wrapped around your torso and nose tucked into your neck when he fucks you, inhaling the slight musk mixed the floral and wood tones.

It's not usually a problem, seeing as ghost is taking you to bed the second he gets back from deployment anyways. Never once had an issue about it.

Until you get the bright idea to spray some of your perfume on his mask as a little surprise for when he's on the field. He can't blame you, it's not like ghost exactly told you about this particular quirk of his.

But it does mean he's sporting a stiffy from the moment he pulls on his mask in the locker room to the moment he finds the time to rut against the dirt if his snipers perch....only to get hard not ten minutes later when his brain registers the hint of the perfume again.

May god have mercy on you when he returns home...

[rawme-price]

Thinking about diver!reader who can do absolutely nothing when selkie!soap decides he wants some cuddles....

Because you're under the impression soap is a seal, you follow the law and do not touch him. Marine mammals are protected, and as a diver you respect that.

If only soap could show you the same respect.

Instead, you are forced to hold your hands up while a very curious and familiar seal practically purrs against you, gently biting to explore the newest additions to your gear.

Usually he's not an issue, most seals are curious and so long as you dont touch it, it can touch you. Though, once he decided to climb on top of you while you were drying off on the sand, and for the next five hours all you could do was lie there because rolling him off is technically illegal.

Your neighbor, a sweet old man with a mohawk and graying beard, thought this was absolutely hilarious when you recounted the story to him.

[rawme-price]

Ghost genuinely doesn't understand why you would want to lose weight.

He tells you as much when you comment about starting a diet, brow furrowed under the mask "yer a civilian, love. No reason to torture yerself."

You try to explain that it's for your looks, that you noticed how your upper arms sag and your gut is always sticking out over jeans when you sit. To which ghost grunts "...jerk off to the thought o' you and yer body everyday. If it helps."

Which...he does, actually. Ghost isn't dressing up his words to make you feel nice, he simply can't get enough of your plush body. Practically begs you for photos all the time, not just nudes but silly ones of your outfits or selfies on a day out. He's so horribly in love he jerks off to the half–asleep barely illuminated selfies you take when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Had you better stamina, you're sure your boyfriend would keep you bent over near constantly if the mess between your thighs from his midnight desire is anything to go by.

Any thoughts of cutting calories or opting for a salad are always dashed when ghosts groggy "mornin' lovie...." is accompanied by two large hands kneading the fat of your chest and sides.

Ghost loves his fat partner, and he makes sure you know it.

He...also might need to he held back from pulling a knife when someone makes a snide comment.

[rawme-price]

Thinking more about [price's kid!reader] and ghost acting like more of a father than price ever did...

Technically, you're grown and can very well take the bus home from uni after tossing up in the bathrooms. Still, your head is spinning and your legs feel weak and childishly all you want is your dad.

"Hello? You okay, kid? You're supposed to be in class." Ghost's voice rings out over the speakers.

You...hadn't even realized you'd dialed him. Your sick-fogged mind just knew you needed your dad and instead of your actual dad captain price you got...ghost. you sniffle, hold the phone closer and groan "...can you come pick me up? I don't feel good."

Silence for a moment, then "stay where you are kid. I'll be there."

Which is how you end up on that familiar couch, this time with one of the thicker comforters from ghosts bed wrapped around you, fuzzy socks to keep your toes warm. Ghost presses the back of his hand to your forehead and doesn't scold you when you lean in, soaking in the touch.

"Fuckin' burning up, kid. Should've stayed home, gotten some rest." He mutters, passing you a bowl of warm soup before taking the cushion next to you.

You wrinkle your nose at that, properly sick now and only really focusing on the heat of the soup and how warm ghost is when you lean into his side "I wasn't home. Was at johns."

Ghost stiffens, breathes in and out, then asks "yeah? And where's home?"

"Here. Duh." You roll your eyes with all the teenage boredom you can manage, as if the fact were obvious. You unceremoniously hold the bowl of soup perpendicular out, then drop it without wanting for ghost to reach for it, making him jolt foreward to prevent steaming hot broth from spilling every. "I'm tired, dad. Do I have to go to class tomorrow?"

"....no." ghost murmurs, quiet and stunned as you tuck into his side, pulling the blanket around yourself. Not like your actual dad would care, and ghost cares more about your health than your grades.

It should worry him how easily you remove price as a father figure whenever you aren't in the clearest of minds. It should worry him that he's practically raising you now, putting his own job at risk if price ever decides he wants to play father again.

But it doesn't. Ghost never wanted kids of his own but...maybe he wants you.

[rawme-price]

How to you think CoD men would react to their spouse ending up in a wheelchair either due to injury or chronic illness?

Overall? They're extremely supportive. The military is no stranger to injuries causing mobility issues, and that includes loss of walking ability.

Ghost customizes your chair with the same care he puts into customizing his rifle. Stays up sewing arms rest covers and and adding straps to all your favorite bags so they can easily be stored on the chair. He wants it to feel comfortable to you.

Oh and gaz is definitely the kind of guy who tears into businesses for not having accessible entry. If you come back from your shopping trip with only two of the eight items you wanted because the stores didn't have a ramp, he is personally ripping them to shreds online until either they get a ramp or are shut down. Yes. He's willing to pull strings for that.

Soap is...slightly more prone to simply punching whatever asshole is being rude to you or trying to move your chair without permission. It's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Price, with his captains paycheck, is making sure you have everything you need. Three wheelchairs at least, wheel covers, gloves, the works. If you even vaguely hint at wanting something he's already got it ordered.

[rawme-price]

Reader who loves to yap and ghost who loves to listen...

You recently got your hands on a field guide of animals in your area, one you've been waiting months to arrive, and couldn't stop yourself from barging into ghosts room to show it off.

"It's perfectly set up for quick identification, too–" you ramble, showing ghost the pages while he pulls you into hid lap with a grunt. He's never been one to chat idly if it's not for a joke, but ghost loves hearing you speak.

"See, you look at the silhouettes and follow the page number and— oh!" The hand slipping under your waistband makes you freeze, warmth pooling low and face heating all at once.

Ghost gives your sides a squeeze, chin hooked over your shoulder "ahm' listening, keep going. What after the page number?"

...you keep talking, stuttering over your words when ghost really starts working at you. He grumbles something about you being too damn hot for him not to touch, but always directs you to keep talking about your book.

Ghost loves listening to you, but his favorite sound is the delighted little hum you make after and orgasm, right before going back to your talking.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about kidnapper!price who always takes a little bird with him on his leave...

Has his fun the last few days, there's a nice meadow in a government protected forest that has been thriving since he's started his little tradition. Though, the real joy is the hunt.

Price doesn't mix work and pleasure, not like ghost in that regard, but recently a pretty little secretary has joined on base...

She's price's exact type. Feminine, young, a little shy. Naive enough to leave her curtains only half-drawn when she changes in her bedroom, giving price a good look at her naked body. He takes photos, enough to compare to how she'll look afterwards.

Price tries to be subtle about it, needs to he if he wants it to work.

He doesn't show favoritism to her, instead picking some mediocre secretary to run all his stuff. He's sure the poor lad knows who he'd prefer by the way price looks at his target, but secretaries are easy to write off. He can afford to oggle those perky tits and nice ass, at least a bit to hold him over.

When the time comes, price tampers with the wiring on a little pink car that parks just off the lines in the back corner of the lot. Of course his sweet thing needs a ride home, so he graciously offers.

Gets a little hard when he suffocates her in the back seat, ties her up in the basement of his cabin. He still has to retrieve her car, get rid of it, but afterwards....

He's so focused on his rager, on that tight cunt waiting for him in the basement that he doesn't notice the car parked around back or the shift in the air until a cloth is being pressed to his face.

Price drops with a thud, and in his bleary vision you lean over him, the secretary he's been giving all his work to. You smile, cup his jaw and coo at him.

"Had to take a few, hm? Those girls just don't scratch the itch I can." You move price far too easily, using the chains he himself installed to keep him in place "we're gonna have so much fun..."

Inspired by my beloved @profbuppy

[rawme-price]

The concept of alpha!soap's instincts going a bit odd after his traumatic brain injury....

Soap has always been the person you think of when you think typical alpha. Strong, confident, a bit aggressive and impulsive. He somehow manages to fit in with a team of betas, taking his alpha duties very seriously.

"Ach, eat, now. You skipped breakfast, didn't think I'd notice?" Is a sentiment the team has been subject to plenty of time. Soap always carries snacks and electrolyte packets, instincts stressed by how little you provide for yourselves.

Then makarov happened.

Soap didn't die, but he spent three months in a medically induced coma, and when he came back he was...different.

Scenting the team far more than usual, staying physically close. His den became a...nest? An honest to god omegas nest. One that he is now constantly pulling the team into, as if he were a true pack omega trying to regulate everyone.

"C'mon, in the nest. Yer still shakin' from the morning." He rumbles, pushing you into the nest that smells mostly of alpha and beta. Soap makes a weird rumble-purr, snuggles around you all sweet.

He knows he acts different now, but he tells you "it just...feels right. I'm doing what I should." When you ask about it.

Really, if it makes soap happy the team doesn't care. They let him play the pack omega and do their best to ignore the instincts that scream to treat soap like an alpha.

[rawme-price]

Now imagine bear hybrid!price's first hibernation season with you...

He's never had a mate during hibernation, and as a result his instincts are screaming at him to prepare you for the colder harsh winters as well. Price spends more time in the kitchen than out, meal prepping and planning dishes for the both of you.

"You did this to me, john..." you groan, crawling into bed, slow and lethargic, one hand cradling your stomach. "I'm going to die...and you did this...."

"I told you not to eat so much, runt." Two large hands scoop you up into prices lap, tugging you closer while you whine. "Yer not made for it, hm? Too full now."

Price presses against your bloated stomach teasingly, only for you two whine and turn, tucking your face into his neck. That earns you more coos, more amused at your predicament than apologetic. price leaning back so you can properly lie on him "shhh, it's okay cub. I'm sorry for teasing."

He doesn't mind when you keen and knead at the fat of his chest or belly, your own discomfort turning you into a needy cuddle bug. Price is warm and soft and you can almost forget how you'll throw up if someone presses too hard on your tummy right now.

Next time, price will portion out smaller containers for you, instead of trusting you won't get carried away by his delicious meals...

[rawme-price]

You feel like you're about to throw up from anxiety, sitting at the table across from gaz.

The tension is so thick you think you may choke, your dear husbands entire demeanor closed off from you. Kyle seems...nervous. spending almost all your days with him means you know how to read him. He's practically sweating bullets.

You chew the inside of your cheek, glance away. This whole...everything has been perfect. The life you've made with him, you don't want to risk it but...you take a breath.

"Kyle...I don't want to be pregnant." The words come tumbling out, then, you tack on "and I don't think I want kids either."

...gaz stares, eyes wide. He lets out a deep exhale "oh thank god."

"...what? You're not mad?" Your mind stutters, not expecting that reaction. "You don't want kids? A family of our own?"

"Me? Baby, me?? Just last night my dinner consisted of a bag of crisps and burnt eggs." Kyle snorts, already up and moving around the table to claim a seat next to you. He smiles in that way where he seems totally in love with you, "and you drank a bottle of ghosts mystery brew last week. we are not made for being parents."

"but...all that talk whenever we...?" Your mind drifts to those filthy words that spill from kyles mouth, about breeding you each night until it finally takes, about making you a proper parent.

Kyle kisses your temple with a snort, laces your fingers into his own "just a fantasy, baby."

"Besides," his whole body leans into you, warm sides pressed together "you're already my family. Even if its just you."

For the nonny who wanted reader being scared of pregnancy!

[rawme-price]

People refuse to believe ghost when he tells them he's dating you. Because...well...ghost is weird.

He wears a mask around base all the time, seems to communicate solely in grunts when he's not making a disturbing joke, and ignores social cues like a text from an angry ex.

The team genuinely refuses to believe that the guy who hums lullabies while sniping and acts like a creature only recently introduced to humans is dating...you.

You, the steaming hot mechanic who contracts on base. You're the kind of catch anyone in their right mind would be taking a chance for at least once, as evidence by the fact you've been flirted with by everyone in the 141 before.

They only believe it when ghost has to go sign some papers for trashing another vehicle during training, and you just so happen be the mechanic available for once.

"Another one, si? C'mon baby, you promised to calm down..." you tease, only taking a moment to offer the guys a sweet smile before looking back at ghost with hearts in your eyes "what was it this time? Hm?"

Ghost only smiles all dopey when you roll up his mask to plant a peck on his lips, grunting "got a stiffy thinkin' of you....also saw a spider. Little distracted. Would've bled out thinkin' aboot yer lips."

You snort, press a firmer kiss to his lips and pat him on the hip "love you too, si. Since you're here, I packed extra lunch, it's in my area."

Ghost robotically walks off, a bit alien and a bit like a zombie with his mask still rolled up. Not smiling, but...not exactly frowning like usual.

You watch him walk off with an absolutely smitten expression of your own, and only notice gaz standing next to you when he asks, "the hell do you see in him?"

You sigh, thinking of the time ghost once jumped into a frozen river and spent a night in medical because someone said he had a fish facr.

Finally, you admit "he makes me laugh."

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just dragon!reader being absolutely enamoured with price and his cigars...

Logistically, you know price isn't a dragon, that he has no inner fire or smoke chamber to breathe from. But that fact doesn't stop your instincts from burning with want whenever he decides to smoke around you.

You feel foolish whenever your wings decide to puff out around price, a mind of their own you've yet to get a hang on. Your only saving grace being that most humans are absolutely clueless about dragon courting displays.

Little do you know, price knows damn well what he's doing when he pulls out the expensive cigars around you.

Or when he decides to learn a few tricks and show them off, grinning all pleased at the way your tail thrashes in barely contained arousal. Once, price blew smoke in your face mid-conversation and you had to physically brace against the way from how intensely horny you became.

It was only a matter of time before you approached price, inner fire burning hot when you offered a piece from your hoard, asked if he would be your mate.

The...unfortunate side affect is that you can't smell his cigars without remembering how you inhaled the smoke from his mouth whith him thrusting between your legs and filling you up for the third time that night....

Not a great quirk to have considering how often he smokes on the field.