captainpriceslilwife

[captainpriceslilwife]

Just thinking of waking up with Price.

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Your eyes closed, you slowly woke up as the body beside you shifted.

Nuzzling your head a little deeper into the pillow, you were then greeted with the soft press of familiar lips to the skin of your neck.

His beard bristles gently rubbing against you, you let out a little groan, feeling his lips turn up into a smile as he lifted off, only to press another kiss behind your ear.

“Nnh-“

The low murmur coming from you only worked to encourage him, an arm coming around you, pulling your body back against his as he repeatedly pressed a kiss to your neck, jaw, clavicle.

“John…”

“Morning, love.” He rasped out, nosing below your jaw, his own eyes closed as he held you tight.

“I could finally sleep in. *You* could finally sleep in.” You whine under your breath, grabbing your pillow a little tighter, hearing a deep chuckle right beside your ear.

“Yes, but I can also finally cuddle you.”

“You only need a limp body for that.” You grumbled, a huff of amusement brushing against your skin.

“So whiny.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “C’mere.” With that, he tugged you a little, urging you to roll around and face him.

Giving in, your sleepy self rolled over onto your other side, facing him though you just nestled your head on his bicep, never opening your eyes.

“My sleepy dove.” John smiled, his free hand roaming down your side, ghosting your hip before grabbing the bottom of your thigh, hiking your leg up his waist, pulling you closer. “There we go.” He coo’ed softly, gently pressing his forehead to yours.

“Love you, darling.”

Hearing that, your tired annoyance melted in an instance, your features relaxing.

“Love you too.” You spoke softly, easing into his arms, pushing a little closer to him, content to finally be able to sleep in his arms again now that he was home from deployment.

Just you and him. At last.

“Can we-?”

“No.”

Chuckling, John kissed your nose. “Later then.”

[captainpriceslilwife]

Oh, Darling (Price x pregnant wife!reader)

Just a little thing for my first ever work. Trying to pretend I'm not nervous as hell to post it teehee. Anyway...just a quick little imagine abt price and his pregnant wife who just wants to help :(((( but he's not having any of it! 18+ even though it's pretty clean! MDNI! TW: pregnancy, afab reader with she/her pronouns, Price being a tiny bit manipulative if you really, really squint, gets a bit suggestive towards the end but nothing happens, one bad word, and uhhhhhhh...and I don't think there's anything else! Feel free to let me know! ┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

"Darling?" You could hear his gruff voice call out from the living room. The sound that normally made your heart pitter in excitement only made you begin to panic, hands scrabbling to try to hide the fact that you were trying to assemble an entire crib on your own. Hiding a half-built crib from him? Honestly, what were you thinking? Obviously, the evidence of your crimes was laid about the room when he walked in, with your swollen, pregnant form standing in the middle of it all like a deer caught in headlights. "Hello..." You squeak out awkwardly, a small smile adorning your face as you tuck the screwdriver behind your back. "You're home early." The trepidation in your voice is clear, but that placating smile is wiped right off your face when you hear the deep, exhausted sigh that rumbles from his throat. "Y/N..." His voice is calm...level. It only serves to make you more nervous as you shift on your feet hesitantly. He takes measured steps forward, fixing you with a disapproving look that would be hot if it wasn't aimed at you. You couldn't help but feel like a little girl being scolded, and your head bows down slightly in shame as you stutter out a lame excuse. "I-I just...wanted to take something off of your plate-" "I told you I'd handle it." He cuts off firmly, stopping in front of you as he rests his hands on your upper arms, letting out another exasperated sigh as he takes in your appearance. His eyes linger on your swollen stomach peeking out from underneath your big t-shirt before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. His eyes soften only slightly when he sees the guilty look plastered on your face, but you could tell that he was holding back a lot more than the light reprimand he's giving you. But he couldn't bear to yell at his pretty wife, and certainly not when he was nearly eight months pregnant with his baby. But guilting you wasn't necessarily off the table, especially if it got you to sit your ass down and relax like he's been begging you for months now. "Sweet girl...c'mon. You don't trust your man to get the job done?" You deflate at that, soft lips jutting out into a pout as you look up at him, shaking your head quickly. "I do!" You protest gently, resting your hands against his chest with the screwdriver still in hand, which he promptly takes and places on the dresser with a look of barely restrained disappointment. "I do, John. I promise." You stand up on your tippy-toes, placing a soft kiss to his lips in apology as you continue to pout up at him. "I just wanted to help you...you've been so tired lately from working so hard..." "Working hard so that you don't have to, love." He reminds you as he pinches your chin between his fingers gently, reaching his thumb up to swipe over your plump bottom lip. "I don't want to come home to find my pregnant wife putting together a bloody crib. Or anything else for that matter." His other hand trails down to rest on your stomach, rubbing tender circles into the soft fabric of your shirt as he continues to gently scold you. "You think I want you doing this, sweet girl? Putting yourself and the baby at risk just to cross something off my to-do list?" "No..." You mumble quietly, shaking your head gently as your remorseful gaze meets his. "I made sure to be careful, though...I made sure not to do the heavy parts...." Another sigh escapes him as he tuts softly at you, but he can't hide the loving look in his eyes as he looks down at you. "I understand that, love. And I'm proud of you for being so careful. But I need you to relax, sweetheart, alright? Don't go giving me a heart attack right when I come home, baby. I'm getting too old for it." He gives you that small quokka smile that you've come to love so much, and you melt into him as you admire the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Ok, honey...I'm sorry." You murmur as you wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself as close as you can despite the roundness of your belly. "I'll just lie around and do nothing all day long...just waiting for you to come home."

“That’s more like it.” He grunts as his hands slip down, one curling around your back as the other one slips behind your knees to lift you up into his arms. He chuckles gruffly when he hears you squeak in surprise, and he can feel his heart warm in his chest as you wrap your arms up around his neck and giggle softly. “John, what on earth are you doing? I’m too heavy for this.” “Nonsense.” He replies firmly, shaking his head a bit as he fixes you with a playfully stern look. You squeal softly as he pinches your thigh gently, another giggle escaping from you as you lean your head on his shoulder. He walks into the living room with your pregnant form wrapped in his arms, carrying you like you weigh nothing to him before he deposits you carefully on the couch. “I’m going to give my gorgeous, pregnant wife all the pampering she needs.” He hums gently, brushing your hair away from your warm cheeks as he shifts onto the couch with a handsome smirk gracing his lips. He can hear your breath hitch as you stare up at him, all wide-eyed and eager as your thighs clench together.  “And once you’re all soft and spoiled like I want you to be…” He murmurs as he climbs on top of you, spreading your legs to fit himself between them before running his hands up your thighs and over your sides as he dips down to whisper in your ear.  “…I’m going to finish that fucking crib.”  Author's note: Ok so this is my first work literally ever. Guys I'm scyyyaaarreeedd!!!! I don't really know what this is???? Imagine??? Drabble??? Merely a thought that I had that I wrote down without proofreading or planning??? I'm dipping my toes in the water of writing, ok? 😔 Whatever it is, I hope you enjoy! If not, then.....🧍‍♀️I'm sorry.

[captainpriceslilwife]

Intro post? Sort of? Hi! My name is Ay, and I've been wanting to write fanfiction myself for a while now, and I've only just worked up the courage (or delusion) to start my own blog so....here we are. :) yay! Have I ever played COD???? 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 No. But I've read more fanfiction on it than anything else in my life, so I'm Qualified™. Don't even worry about it. Have I ever had a real Tumblr blog where I interacted with other ppl? Also no! I've lurked in the shadows for years, but I've decided to emerge, born anew. Deets abt me: Name: classified (ay or 👁️) Age: 22 Writing experience: *crickets*...*crickets*...*more crick-* This blog is just for fun! I am not a professional! I just need an outlet to be weird and horny online!