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[dante-mightdie]

I’m cryinggg this is literally exactly what I was imagining 💀💀💀

i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air

[dante-mightdie]

I just want to be the 141’s resident nuisance (brat) Particularly to Price.

Walk into his office, stare at him for a second and then just turn the lights off and walk out so he has to get up to turn them back, grumbling to himself.

Seeing him in the gym all sweaty from a vigorous workout and asking him if he’s “Taking it easy today, cap?”

Fix him a drink and setting it just out of his reach.

Making snide comments or just lazing about in his office as if it’s my own personal lounging room, touching his bookshelf and looking through his very few photo frames.

did someone say poly!141 with brat dynamics

c/w: implied smut, poly dynamics

you drive them up the wall. don’t get me wrong, they adore you and would do anything for you. but you’re such a little shit and it’s a wonder that price and simon let you get away with this much

price plays the waiting game with you. lets you dig yourself a deeper grave before he begins to bury you alive with the consequences of your own actions

normally sends you on your way with a quick swat to your ass and a stern warning but this time he’d decided it was time to put you in your place. remind you who was really in charge

you practically skip into his office, a smile on your face and a glimmer in your eye which can only suggest mischief. the smile drops quickly from your face when you see johnny, gaz and simon in his office too

“what’s going on?” you pout, “having a team meeting without me, old man?”

price just gives you a closed-mouth smile, an unnerving laugh leaving him. a laugh you know he keeps reserved for his enemies, “no, love. we’re just about to take part in a team-bonding exercise. see, we need to figure out how to handle a mutual nuisance in all of our lives.”

“you talking about johnny?” you giggle, flicking the scot’s ear before he can smack your hands away with an unimpressed grumble

“very cute, lovie. but you know who we’re talking about.” the captain smirks, “‘bout time you had an attitude adjustment, hm? now, bend over the desk.”

#mw2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader

[dante-mightdie]

i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air

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[dante-mightdie]

how bad is it i just want some heartbreaking angst with viking!Simon for him to finally realise his wife is IT for him and how his feelings have developed into love and adoration

sorry this sucks I wrote it on the train home from work 😭

c/w: kidnapping, happy ending

it happens when someone tries to tear your precious family apart. another raid on the village and he’s piled away from the heat of battle by his little wife’s bloodcurdling scream. his heart is pounding when he finds you and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, sobs ripping their way from your throat

his hands make a home on your elbows, trying to keep you up as your knees just give out in agony,

“our son! they took our baby, simon!”

his blood runs could when he hears this, his hands trembling as his own stand nearly gives out. he cradles your head to his chest, shushing you. he never knew the sounds of pain could make his heart stop in his chest like this

but it’s you. it’s your son. his family. everything that you had both worked so hard to build together. he’ll die before he allows those scavengers to take this from him. he hands you off to price, telling him to look after you before saddling up on his black stallion. he spares you one last look before he sets off,

“I’ll bring him home to us. where he belongs, I promise you that.”

the next few days are torture for you. you refuse to leave your home as the clan try to comfort you. bringing you food and trying to coax you to eat but how can you eat when you have no idea if your husband and son are okay

you sit by the window all day and all night, waiting to see that familiar steed trot back up to the village. it’s the middle of the night when you finally do. the sight of your husband cradling a small bundle to his chest makes you sit up instantly, wiping the tears that had been falling all day

you’re up on your feet instantly, darting out the door before simon can even plant his feet on the ground. when he sees you running towards him, he holds your son out instantly for you to grasp. you hug him to your chest as cries of relief leave your mouth,

“thank you, oh thank you, simon!” you wail, falling against him as he takes you both into his arms. the sight of your reunited family brings tears to everyone’s eyes as simon wastes no time shuffling you and your son back into the house

even once your both settled into bed, your son bathed and changed as he feeds from your chest, the tears don’t stop falling. simon understands, you’re a new mother who had her son snatched from her arms. you’re terrified of losing him again

“it’s okay, love. he’s home with us. where he belongs…” your husband grunts, grasping your chin and placing a kiss to your forehead. affection is still sparse in your marriage but when it happens, it’s all natural

he doesn’t sleep that night. he sits up all night, one arm hugging you to his chest and the other cradling your sleeping newborn. and simon realises that this is what his duty is. not protecting the clan, not being the most fierce warrior but rather, protecting you. his darling with and the precious son that you gifted him

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bluecollar!price soft sappy comfort (+ his pervy self probably getting handsy) when his wife says she’s sad about how her body changed with pregnancy 😕

john ‘I love my wife’ price ftw always

c/w: mentions of pregnancy and childhood, mentions of insecurities, john flirts with his wifey <3, groping

“ugh, I hate my body…”

it was a passing comment, one you didn’t really expect a response to. but for price, it was enough to make him look up from his tablet, his eyes narrowing at you over his glasses

you’re stood in front of the bedroom mirror, hands grabbing at your waist and hips with a pout on your face, “why would you say something like that, darling?”

he frowns at you, placing the tablet down and focusing his full attention onto his wife. you shrug your shoulders, looking at him over your shoulder with the same pout, “I wouldn’t give up our children for anything in the world but I wish they would have kept my body in tact when I was bringing them into this world.”

you turn your attention back to the mirror, overanalysing every bit of flesh attached to your bones, “I used to be hot, John. now, I pee a bit every time I sneeze and I can’t fit into any of my old wardrobe. I’ll be fine once I lose the baby weight.” you huff out

John stands up from his place on the bed, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, “don’t bother.” he grunts, burying his face into your neck and pressing kisses to your skin

“why’s that?” you hum, taking a hand up to scratch at his scalp. you make eye contact in the mirror and you don’t miss the cheeky grin that spreads across john’s face

“because I’m just gonna knock you up again anyway.” he laughs, carrying on his trail of kisses down to your shoulder, “can’t help it, love. you just look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. don’t think of it as losing anything. you’ve just gone from being my sexy wife to the sexy mother of my children. wouldn’t change you for the world.”

you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up, especially when his hands start to wander, groping at your hips and tummy before moving up to roughly squeeze your breasts. he groans into your neck when his hands go down to cop a feel of your ass, “fuckin’ stunning, love.”

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viking!simon and his wife’s water breaking on the night of a raid. he’s trying to escort you to a hiding place when you suddenly stop, eyes wide and the sound of splashing hitting the floor

the panic and fear is written across your face and he doesn’t even need to ask, scooping you up into his arms and taking you away from the burning village. you’re babbling in his ear about how it’s too soon, you aren’t due for another week, how simon has to leave to go and defend the village

he stays silent the whole time, only shushing you when you make these silly suggestions about leaving your side during this crisis. there’s a whole clan of soldiers back there who have trained their whole lives for this. his duty is here, with you

he’d hole you up in some abandoned cabin, the sounds of warfare and screams echoing in the background as he stays with you to deliver your first child into the world :(

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[dante-mightdie]

Viking!simon

Harsh times come again, and it’s kind of a war, so they are already expecting invasions or fights near the clan, so Simon teaches the wife how to defend herself, but only if she needs it (he makes it really clear that she just have to use it if it’s really really needed)

One night the clan is invaded, and just like the last time he hides her (but better this time) and tells “stay.” and that is what she does, she keeps herself quiet and still until she hears children screaming. Their “neighbor’s” children. She grabs the dagger that Simon used to teach her and goes help the kids

I don’t know, the man probably didn’t hear her coming or she pretended to not know how to fight, actually for me it doesn’t matter, but picture it with me: Simon trying to find her after the fight and getting desperate that he can’t find his wife, he goes to the safe house where they are attending the ones who got hurt, he is looking out for her, and that is when he finds her, her back to him, but he can see his neighbor children (the baby on her hip and the little girl being hugged in a protective way), he runs toward them just to find the wife covered in blood, but the look in her [rage] eyes tell him everything, and she says “the blood is not mine”

And he falls in love with her

how does it feel to be a fucking genius? hmm? tell me.

c/w: mentions of blood, mentions of pregnancy and children

he doesn’t even question why his heart starts racing when he doesn’t find you in your shared home. nor does he question the way relief floods his bones when he sees you, safe and sound with the neighbours kids clinging to you

it feels completely natural to feel this way to him. of course he would be worried. you’re his. he immediately drops to one knee in front of you so he can be face to face, checking over your face for any signs of distress or pain

the same way that it feels natural for him to raise his jagged scarred hands up to cup your warm cheeks and rest his forehead against yours. eyes closed as he thanks the gods that you’re safe

“this is not my blood, simon. i’m fine.” you whisper, your hands coming up to lay over his. the moment shared between you two is tender, new even…

“I was worried about you…” he mumbles, pressing his lips to your forehead. you stay like this for a few more fleeting seconds before pulling away, switching back to your usual selves

you and simon wait with the children until they are found by their next of kin. simon can see the reluctance to give them back, he sees that longing look in your eyes. and you looked like such a natural holding that baby on your hip

perhaps it was time for simon to start expanding his bloodline, he thinks. get you to pop out a few kids for him to train into the best and strongest warriors. give his lovely wife a few chubby babies to fuss over and take care of when he’s busy with his duties as a warrior :(

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[dante-mightdie]

hey! From one depressive babe to another IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!! And I know that was a lot for you to do today and I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND if you want to take a break or anything from writing your mental health means WAY MORE than writing okay! So don’t beat yourself up today and remember IM SO PROUD OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

*giving you all my love and hugs and affection*

-Gracie

thank you 🥺 my family dropped some scary news on me today and I’m really just trying not to slip into that depression again it’s such horrible feeling

#shitcunt rambles

[dante-mightdie]

more pirate 141… please!!

love my scallywags <3

c/w: kidnapping, drinking/intoxication, illusions to smut, groping/undressing, dub-con

after a few weeks of kicking and hissing at them like a feral cat, you begin to settle down. you actually take the food and drink that the captain offers you now, rather than throw it across the roam and call him a beast of a man

you’re still a bit grumpy. even as you sit in his lap and let him feed you with his hands. glasses of fancy stolen wine and rum behind pushed into your hand. your arms folded over your chest and a sour look on your face as you take what he gives you

johnny and kyle love competing for who can rob more lavish gifts for you every time the ship docks at a trade town. coming back with pretty clothes to dress you up in or bouquets of flowers for you to arrange for price’s desk

simon walks around like your personal guard dog. never leaving your side as you talk a slow walk around the town when you get bored. obviously, you’re aware that he’s really there to make sure you don’t make a run for it, but scary dog privileges are nice too

eventually, you gave into their incessant flirting and attempts to bed you. one night you, john and the boys had a few too many drinks. you had been perched on the captain’s knee all night, his arm never left your waist as it hugged you against his chest

the liquid courage coursing through your bloodstream gave you enough confidence to kiss and lick at the skin of john’s neck, begging for him to rip off your dress and take you properly. a smirk and cock of his head ends with the boys on their feet and pulling your clothes off. rough, greedy hands roaming all over your soft skin

rule number one of the ship: captain gets first dibs on all the treasure. including pretty little things like you <3

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[dante-mightdie]

omg you killed me with the dragon!price and his hoard + Blue collar Simon.

I literally can't breathe. pussy so wet it's a waterpark *faints*

I would love more of dragon!price and his pets pretty please if u have the time and energy. if not totally okay, love u so so much 💙

- 💙🐨

this has been in my inbox for so long but i’ve missed dragon!price <3

c/w: themes of kidnapping, smut

ugh, to be this grumpy old dragons favourite pretty princess who lives on a pile of treasure. spending all your time with your playthings that john snatched up to keep you company when he’s away pillaging villages for treasure :(

simon, johnny and kyle aren’t exactly happy to be here with you. but they get to play with your body all day long so there definitely are worst fates out there awaiting them. so they indulged all your fantasies. passing your holes around to tire you out so you don’t keep bothering price whilst he hibernates

that dragon spoils you rotten. coming back and dumping piles of gold and jewels into your lap, presenting fashionable dresses from the high end seamstress of whatever town he robbed and fancy wine for you and your boys to drink

sometimes he gets them things too. fancy swords for your pretty knight kyle, hammers and tools for your blacksmith johnny, and leather gloves for your bandit simon. and sometimes he asks them to thank him by getting on their knees and sucking his big cock :(

his favourite form of relaxation comes in the form of you in his lap, snuggled up to him whilst he purrs and huffs out smoke from his nose. your soft hands running over every inch of muscle and the leathery spine of his wings as his hands pet over your hair <3

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currently thinking about the moment the boys all collectively realise that you are the captain’s favourite

the boonie hat. it sounds silly but john is very protective about that hat in the sense that he doesn’t allow a single soul to touch it. one time ghost misplaced it and got an earful for weeks about how he had to get a new one and it didn’t feel the same as his old one

during the third week of this earache, ghost made the silly mistake of saying, ‘it’s jus’ a bloody hat, captain.’ price spent the rest of the week being a petty bastard

people used up all of simon’s earl grey? it’s just tea, lieutenant. lost one of his favourite knives on a mission? just a weapon, simon. simon learned never to touch that bloody hat ever again

or that time when gaz dared soap so swipe the hat from his head and bolt down the hallway whilst price was in the middle of an important conversation with laswell. once john caught up with him he was rewarded with 6 weeks of cleaning duty and getting his ass absolutely handed to him in front of the new recruits

gaz filmed the whole thing and showed it to everyone, earning 6 weeks of scrubbing floors on his knees right next to johnny

but when you have a bit too much to drink at whatever shithole bare they were drinking in and drag your captain on to the dance floor? he smiles and they think you’re about to be sent to an early grave

the sounds of roxette coming from the old jukebox send your body into a routine of seductive swaying. all eyes are on you especially when you reach up to grab his boonie hat from his head before placing it on your own

tipsy giggles leave your throat as you dance, taking the tumbler of scotch from his hand and taking a sip. tilting your head and biting your lip as you look at him

you’re laughing death in the face, the boys think. the captain is about to wipe that smirk off of your face and make you ever regret touching his beloved hat. you’re about to learn the painful lesson they all endured

or so they thought. john doesn’t do anything except stand there, arms folded over his chest in the middle of the room as he watches you with pure amusement, “better give that back, trouble…”

“or what, cap’n?” you giggle out, taking another sip of his drink. he takes a few steps forward before pulling you against his chest, his cheeks pulling up into a smile

“or i’ll take it from ya.” he chuckles, taking a hand up to pull the hat down over your eyes as he locks his arms around your waist, swaying you to the music

just a few feet away, the boys still sit at their booth. slouched in the booth with cross pours written across their faces,

“well, I guess it’s obvious who the favourite is.” johnny grumbles out as the other nod along in agreement

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john price is the husband standing behind his wife whilst she looks through the clothing racks in shops, burly arms holding the pretty designer handbag he bought you with your little pomeranian poking its head out of the garment

he knows this dog is your baby. he has no qualms with this since he bought you the damn thing. payed for a matching hot pink bejewelled collar and leash, best pet insurance money can buy, and even spends a good chunk of change on some fancy raw diet for the think

just imagine this big burly bloke walking down the street at night with this tiny little pup trotting along beside him, deep gruff voice calling out what ever ridiculous name you chose for the thing. grumbled complaints about your spoiling them when the dog flat out refuses to walk back and makes your husband carry them all the way home

“good bloody walk that was”

rolls his eyes when he gets home and you immediately start fussing over your little baby, soft coos and high-pitched baby-talk as you take the dog from him with your perfectly-manicured nails. not even giving john any attention when he had also returned home

“happy wife, happy life…”

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price makes out to raunchy rock songs and if you don’t think that’s sexy I dunno what to say

like Smooth by Santana, or Can’t Stop by RHCP, perhaps Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon

#captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #john price

[dante-mightdie]

my depression episode has subsided and I deep cleaned my whole room, did all my laundry and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom so maybe I’ll write something later about dom!price and dom!simon with loads of praise and body worship as a little treat <3

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[dante-mightdie]

Wedding Day

MDNI cw: non-con, kidnapping, referenced smut Pairing: 141xReader Word Count: .5k

A/N: This has been floating around in my head making me viscerally ill. I had to write this before work so I'm pretty sure there will be a part two

Thinking about waking up in a wedding dress. You're alone in a big ancient house and don't know how you got there. The dress is pristine and its details match the golden wedding band on your finger. You try to take the ring off but something seems to keep it held fast to your skin. After wandering through the house a minute you get impatient and walk outside. There's a black forest surrounding the house, only illuminated by a waxing moon.

Distantly your eyes catch the light of a fire so you press closer. There are four other figures out here with you, dressed in military formal wear. You try to call for help but the men just laugh at you. The oldest of them tells you that his boys have been waiting a while for their prize to wake up.

"What do you mean," you ask. there are tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Both from the cold and fear.

"100," the tall man in a mask says. Your eyes flick to him and then back to the crumbling house. It had been so awful before but now looked ideal by comparison to these silent, dangerous men.

You start to ask for their help. But the masked man says,

"99." Another moment passes with your heart in your throat.

"98." The other man, wearing a kilt, tells you to start running. You know that it's a bad idea. The dress you're wearing is layered and you've been lifting its hem just to walk. The sleeves are paper thin and shiny. The shoulders gather in bunches like the opening blossom of a flower. There are ribbons and golden strands fluttering as you walk.

"Do you really want to waste your time," the oldest man asks. He's lit a cigar. The smoke is centering around his face like a dragon. Beside him sits another figure, this one eyeing you hungrily. He had been so quiet before but now he tells you.

"When we catch you darling and we will. We'll want our reward."

"97."

"Going to consummate it right here in the dirt," the man wearing a kilt adds on. The words come out lascivious, dripping with disgusting intent.

Quite alarmingly, you start worrying about whether or not the dress will survive tonight. It seems like you would have stayed there silent forever but finally the tall man prompts.

"If I get to eighty and you're still here I'm going to cut that dress right off of you." He chuckles, "Watch you run naked in the cold."

"97." Instead of sticking around to let him affirm his threat, you bolt. Shoeless, sightless, lost.

The forest canopy is so thick that no light pierces through it. You are running. But you don't know where you're going. All that you can hear is the sound of quiet night-life and the raucous laughter of those men you are leaving behind. You don't want to know what will happen once the countdown ends.

[dante-mightdie]

Hello!! I really love your work :D But I was wondering if cockwarming is allowed in this household 🎀

Anywho, please drink your liquids and remember to eat! We love you!!

yes it is absolutely allowed it’s actually encouraged <3

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLmNJa52/

i saw this tiktok and immediately thought of your last Price post where he tells you to quiet down while he’s watching the game!! i am down so fucking bad atp i can’t handle it anymore 😖😖😖

STOP THIS WAS THE INSPIRATION THIS IS WILD!!!!! I was going to post it but then apparently the girl in the video is supposed to be 14-15 so I didn’t wanna look like I was promoting that or anyone getting the wrong idea it was just the actual physical action was attractive in a general sense and with price it’s very hot

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