“aren’t You Too Young To Be Working To Afford Your College All Alone? Doesn’t Your Daddy Pay For

dbf! john texting his little bunny but he’s lwk old so it’s so cute how he texts and doesn’t understand her lingo etc. ykwim?

—bunny “tysm for the birthday gift sir, please lmk when you can come over to help me hang the shelf on the wall!! need to organize my new books asap!!🐰”

—bunny “oh, btw i’ve put aside a piece of cake for you, jic. xoxo”

john stares at the texts, frowning at those meaningless letters that apparently make no sense to him. the smoke curling from his cigar swirls around the screen of his phone, but that’s not why he’s squinting his eyes to see better. what does that mean? jic? was she supposed to write jp? as in his name?

—john “coming over later today, love. asap? that a new book series you’ve got?”

—bunny “means as soon as possible!🐰”

he grunts. amused, puffing out a little chuckle. obviously, young girls and their use of modern language.

—john “got it doll. pa’s home?”

his large hand came to scratch his thick beard, dwelling into the salt and pepper hairs. but as soon as another little ring put his phone up, he stopped, the cigar hanging from his lips.

—bunny “no sir :(, dunno when he’s coming back, dd”

oh, he didn’t need to ask what that last word meant. he knew that damn well.

—john “on my way, sugar.”

—bunny “you mean ‘omw’, lol!🐰”

you're soooo strawberry milk coded. imagine price never in his life ever thought strawberry was anything special until he met you. suddenly everywhere he looks he'll notice anything strawberry-themed and thinks of you. suddenly he sees strawberry as something special <3 because of all the strawberry milkshakes you love to drink, the strawberry desserts, and your strawberry perfume, he's obsessed with strawberries now

this is so self projecting because you’re so right cupcake omg, all my friends call me their strawberry bunny because im obsessed with strawberries🍓 :,)) thank you bby for sending this!!

before he met you, strawberry had always only been a fruit to him, pretty and bright, yes, but simply a mere fruit. but now, ever since meeting you and becoming your daddy (your lover), he sees strawberries everywhere, and they always remind him of you. strawberries are special now, you’ve made them special. before he met you, strawberry had always only been a fruit to him, pretty and bright, yes, but simply a mere fruit. but now, ever since meeting you and becoming your daddy (your lover), he sees strawberries everywhere, and they always remind him of you. strawberries are special now, you’ve made them special.

🍓 maybe it’s the bright red color, that reminds him of how your cheeks blush when you’re with him, shy and sweet. 🍓it’s your favorite perfume, you leave a sweet sugary scent behind you anywhere you go, smelling like strawberry cake. 🍓your favorite dessert, are always made of strawberries. strawberry shortcake, strawberry tiramisu, even those drinks you love so much, like strawberry iced tea or strawberry milkshake. he’s learned them all for when you go out on a date. 🍓you have so many strawberry themed things, shirts, earrings, keychains, your phonecase, stickers. 🍓when you kiss him, he can taste the strawberry lip gloss against his lips, staining his mustache and beard. 🍓you crave them all the time, the moment spring comes, you immediately ask him to go to the grocery store to “pretty please get me a box of strawberries, daddy?” 🍓always sipping strawberry milk when you’re reading your lovely books on the bed, on the couch, even on his lap.

he just can’t help but see them everywhere now, commercials, fabric patterns at any store, random trinkets. he knows how mi h you love strawberries, and it makes him chuckle, it’s endearing really, in the most adorable way. you could literally upturn the entire world for him, even the meaning of a simple fruit.

Sugar daddy!price x fem!reader (bar owner series)

| 💌 warnings: sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship, suggestive, age gap!! (price is in his 40s & reader is 21), minors dni pretty please, I like to play around tension, I find it to be way more entertaining and actually attractive to read about.. (sort of part II of the previous blurb🧁)

”you better start getting used to coming here often, doll” the words coming from him sounded gruff and rough with his lips pressed hardly against your own, his mouth almost devouring your every breath, parted only slightly enough to let his voice brush against your face. “can’t have my little girl stay all alone in a tiny apartment too far away from her old man, mmh?”

you were already panting, your chest raising and falling with every feeble breath — poor thing, you were only kissing and you were already red and melting like ice cream.

price didn’t let you answer him before diving right back into your mouth, his lips crashing against yours like a man starved. The kiss was steady and precise, not too fast but hard and rough, enough to have your dainty hands grip his collar. Where he didn’t exceed in speed, he did in strength.

you whimpered against him, lifting up your head to try and reach better, your motion causing a deep, rumbling purr to vibrate from his chest. You felt his tongue push deeper against yours, ravishing your mouth like he hadn’t seen you in month and had just come back home from deployment, when in reality you’d just gotten back from a restaurant.

he still tasted like whatever rich type of vine he’d been drinking, and you tasted like that strawberry tiramisu that he’d insisted you order after seeing you blinking at the image on the menu for more than a millisecond.

he ended up ordering it for you, of course.

his mustache tickled your blushing skin, the dark, slightly graying flecks brushing against your skin and making you giggle timidly in between the kisses “wait, wait, sir, that tickles-“

you could feel him grin against your lips, oh how he couldn’t wait to train you into the most perfect girl, you were already a good girl, innocent and sweet, submissiveness dripped from you like honey and he was eager to feast on that nectar.

“sit down,” it sounded like a field order, he’d been so accustomed to the military leadership, that every word and action of his was naturally tinted by evident authority, dominance and control.

you plopped down on the couch in front of him, as quickly as the order had been spoken. Something glinted behind his eyes, he was satisfied with your effortless obedience.

“good girl,” you felt that familiar tingle burn down in your belly at the praise, you’d do anything to hear those words from him, to be called goor girl — his, good girl. You wanted, yearned to earn his praise.

“seems like my little girl has a thing for praise, doesn’t she?” he lifted his thumb and forefinger to gently grasp your chin, pulling it upwards to meet every battle of your doe eyes.

the grip was fierce enough, exuding dominance with every thoughtless gesture, and you were already a squirming mess. You mumbled a shy affermative sound, but he tightened the grip on your chin, giving you a look of expectation.

“I know you’re shy, sweet girl, but you need to answer when daddy asks you a question” his voice had gotten deeper, a rough and lethal edge to it like the back of a knife.

the back of his fingers pushed underneath your jaw, forcing you to look up at him — you wanted to tilt your head and snuggle against his palm, but he accentuated his order with a squeeze of your chin that almost made you whine, “use your words”

your cheeks grew warmer, redness spreading all over them as you blushed and pressed your knees together. It was all too new for you, torn between shyness and the evident need to obey his every request and order, you stammered out some swift words “yes, yes daddy, I do”

he gave you a lazy, satisfied grin “good girl” he released the grip on your chin, and tucked a loose string of long hair behind your ear “know you do, y’get all red and shy when i praise you an give you compliments, bloody hell, y’re the sweetest fucking girl alive”

oh his voice was your weakness — the deepest, lowest and sultriest tone you’d ever heard, roughened by desire.

“thank you, sir” you murmured politely, fighting back a shy smile that had started to form on your lips at his words.

“you said you know how this arrangement works, haven’t you?”

you tilted your head with a shrug of your shoulders, curiosity and doubt written all over your dollish features “well, yes, I've only read about it in some of my books, but…”

at your words, his eyes grew more affectionate, you were adorable to him. He almost felt bad for wanting to ravish a pretty innocent angel like you. But he was going to pamper you like the most delicate flower afterwards.

“alright, angel, no rush. I’ve got scars older than you, princess, so,” the sound of his hands rustling with the buckle of his belt caught your attention, your eyes falling on his large hand that promised to unlock a whole new dimension to you. “lets start with sumthin’ easy for this lil’ dove. On your back, come on.”

your blog is so cuuute!! hop hop hop!! it makes me think of price absolutely loving to have his hands on you at any given moment you two are together because he is all rough and hard edges so you're like his little bunny stress ball he can squish squish squish <3

ohhh my goshhh yesss his hands are on you all the time, calloused from his heavy labor in the military, used to holding and carrying heavy weapons and rifles — they’re thick, large, heavy and hairy over the wrists, and you love his fingers, rough and warm and often ringed

he’s always groping you though ;(<3 squeezing your chin, pinching your cheek, when you’re sitting on his lap, his hands are always trialing up and down your inner thighs, massaging the skin and squeezing it like his personal stress bunny ball ;( under your skirt, tracing a path from your thigh all the way down to your knee, and then back up again — he does it so casually, a firm, lazy, non sexual reminder of his dominance over you, or to relax with something soft and squishy.

when he walks past you, he always slides his arm around your waist and hip, giving you a gentle squeeze before strolling away to wherever he’s headed to, or when someone calls for him, he puts his large hands on your waist, bending his arms and softly moving you to the side, muttering a “be right back, love”

bunnies love being pet on their cheeks and on their butts. same goes for you. you love when he holds your red, blushing warm cheeks with both his hands, feeling every scar and skin texture of his healed wounds against your face as he squeezes them together, the cold metal of his rings almost leaving his print on your skin “look at my sweet, good girl..”

when you’re working behind the bar and he walks by, he always lands a delicate smack on your butt, making you joint and blush, glaring at him “daddy! hey!”

“what? am i not allowed to touch my bunny?”

you’re his personal squishy toy.

“stop that, a costumer might come in” you quickly try to regain composure, rummaging back with the cups to make sure every glass is neatly placed, your long hair covering the way your cheeks are burning bright and red. “angel, i own this place, i can do whatever i want with my little girl if i want to”

or let’s say you’re reading your lovely books on his lap while he’s working on some military top secret paperwork, one hand is busy writing down and the other one is on your legs, swinging on his sides — he just needs to have his hands on you aaaall the time, brushing your hair, caressing it, squishing your waist, your hips, because he’s so tough and grumpy and rough around the edges and you’re just so malleable and soft like a stuffie :(

hey my lovely, you’ve been feeding us lately and I have another request for you, john picking reader up from college and seeing some silly frat boy try and pick her up, hugeee pda to scare off any college boys

ughhhh oh gosh i neeeeed this sb every new request from you becomes my fav one but this one is such a guilty pleasure im in love with this scenario ૮꒰ ྀི⸝⸝⸝>_< ྀི⸝⸝⸝꒱ა big buff scary daddy that scares college boys away oh my gosh im blushinggg

🐰| sugar daddy!price x sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s & reader is 21, pda!! pda!!

you looked at the text from sugar daddy!john saying he was coming to pick you up and he’d be there in a few minutes, heavens forbid his pretty little girl took the bus when she had a personal driver ! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

you’d already said farewell to your girl friends, and were waiting all dolled up and cutely down the large college’s outdoor staircase, bag pack cutely stuffed up on your shoulder, your eyes flicked to the road as you anticipated john’s arrival, until someone sidled over, next to you.

”hey sweet face, you waiting for someone?”

you turned towards him and blinked, unimpressed by his words, your sweet features narrowing into a confused expression — you didnt know him, but you recognized the stance, the backwards hat and that easy grin that pattered every frat boy’s face.

“do you need a ride? can take you anywhere you need to go, baby girl, my car’s right there”

he tilted his head towards the college parking lot and you smiled politely, but your brows were frowned, and you mentally cringed a little bit — gosh, how could girls your age find boys his age attractive?

“no thank you, im actually waiting for someone,” you replied kindly, not having it in you to be straightforwardly blunt, “thank you though, I-“

“but you’re here waiting all alone, feel bad gorgeous,” he flashed you a grin, and you only shook your head, finding him almost entertaining — they all had the same look, the same behavior that exuded the desire to impress, thinking any girl would automatically like them.

“come on, just call them and tell them you’re being picked up,” his attempts, while harmless, aren't quite hitting the mark, he clearly cant read a girl’s body language, and you almost offered to teach him how to really act with a lady if he wanted to impress one,

“my daddy’s almost here, sorry” you squeezed your shoulders cutely together, hoping he’d get the idea and catch on your disinterest, but he was undeterred, didn’t seem bothered the slightest,

“well, then tell your father I’ll get you home safe and sound,” his voice trailed off, eyes slowly turning up to stare at something behind you, but you didn’t have time to turn,

you felt an arm wrapping around your lower back, and a large, warm hand tugged you by the hip, drawing you back against a hard, solid chest — the strong scent of tobacco and whiskey tickled your memory, and you looked upwards, finding John, standing right beside you, pressing you against him.

“hey, doll” he squeezed your hip in a silent greeting, eyes solely focused on the guy who’d been speaking to you — there was no menace behind them, only a serious, intimidating gaze that would’ve had anyone back down “m’ here, ready to go?” you felt your whole body turn into flames, cheeks completely red and bright, a rush of shyness making your heartbeat increase — you were in public, outdoors, and no one knew about your relationship.

you opened your mouth to say something, but he only pulled you closer to him, turning you towards him to face him, and lowered his head, crashing his mouth against yours to plant a heavy, demanding kiss on your lips — his kiss was rough, steady, and even though you were the physical one, always eager to display love and affection physically, even in public, you were completely surprised by his action, taken aback.

when he pulled back, he straightened his back, subtly changing his posture — broad shoulders, squared and straight, head held high, arrogantly, exuding unwavering, quiet confidence.

he looked so scary, all buff, muscular and bulk, with his huge, tall body and thick, dark, graying beard — he looked like the most attractive dilf you’d ever see around, a mountain bear that screamed adulthood in the most authoritative way.

oh gosh, and he’d just kissed you in front of that boy, nonchalantly, like he absolutely did not mind about scaring him off.

“aight, give me that,” he gently took your backpack from your shoulder, throwing it over his, all flowery and with tiny keychains jingling at the motion. “let’s go sweetheart,”

you, standing with your heart beating fast, only turned towards that guy — poor him, he looked scared, shoulders low and grin gone, the sight of john must’ve reminded him what real adults looked like.

“uhm, bye then,” you waved at him, giving him an apologetic smile, and tucked your arm around john’s bicep, walking next to him towards his car. his car — that vintage, old fashioned looking car, some students watched from afar as he opened the passenger door for you, letting you sit down before strolling confidently around the car and getting into the driver side.

you sat there, like a little, shy, blushing, hands tucked on your lap, playing with the sleeves of your shirt, “can we put music on, sir?”

“im your personal driver, bunny, do as you please”

you bit down a little smile that formed on you lips, still shy and timid, but turned towards him and leaned closer, planting a soft, loud kiss on his mustache, like you always did

“thank you, daddy”

“you should thank me I didn’t scare that kid off with my rifle, doll, I put men in jail, can’t end up in one”

Needd 🧸🧸🧸

you love john price and levi ackerman!? because SAME!!!!

yes yes YES yeees YESSSS levi is literally my long time husband has been for yearssss im so in love with him and oh im such a price girl he’s so daddy i <3 him 🐇 im literally their princess

ideaaaa

older!price with his little bunny girl. he’s out one day and sees a bunny jelly at at the store and immediately buys it for her. ofc she HAS to show him how grateful she is after!

just i little idea!

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oh my gosh im kicking my feet at the thought, need old!daddy price to gift me a bunny jellycat :(

the way you were beaming up at him with dollish, doe eyes, blinking with soft flutters of your eyelashes made john think you were the actual bunny plushie, and not the one he was hiding behind his back with a smug grin underneath his thick beard.

“what did you get me, daddy?” your question sounded so lovable, so sugary sweet, you hadn’t spoken with a tone laced with greedy expectation, but rather with a genuine and sincere shyness and gratitude for his thoughtfulness — that’s what made him want to spoil you even more, shower you with gifts until your sweetness rotted to the core.

“saw this at the store doll, reminded me of you” and when he stretched his arm and handed you the soft, plushy bunny stuffie, you gasped, forgetting how to exhale — you let out a happy, chirping little sound, your porcelain cheeks red and warm and your eyes sparkling like glitters.

it was so pretty, the fabric on the inside of its ears decorated with embroidered flowers, the button of his nose rosy and pointy, its legs and arms perfectly huggable — if you had been a plushie, you would’ve definitely been this one.

“oh my gosh daddy! it’s a jellycat!” you almost squeaked, taking the beautiful, pretty stuffie in your hands and admiring it — he probably had no idea how trendy those were among young girls, he must’ve simply seen a cute bunny that had reminded him of his bunny, and imagined she would like it, hence way, he'd just ended up buying it “thank you so so much sir, it’s so cute, i love it! thank you!”

he gave you a half lazy smile, enjoying seeing his little girl happy over such tiny things, and tucked a loose string of hair behind your ear, “you’re welcome, angel, im glad princess likes it”

you’d been wanting one for so long, you thought, as you pushed out your bottom lip and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, keeping the stuffie close to your chest — you wanted to show him how grateful and thankful you were, but he never let you, claiming that was simply his duty as your daddy, as your man. you stood on your tippy toes, planting a heavy, yet soft kiss on his mouth, and another one, and another one, smiling fondly against his lips “thank you, sir, love you”

you lowered yourself, but this time, you placed your hands gently on his hard, muscular abdomen, and slowly tried to push him towards the couch, until the back of his knees hit the edge of it and he plopped down with a heavy thud, giving you a questioning look,

soon, that look was replaced by a warmer, hazy expression, as he let out a deep, low and gruff chuckle, watching you sinking down on your knees with your new precious bunny tucked underneath your forearm,

“doll, no need to repay daddy, wanted to give my baby a gift, love, to make you happy, sweetheart” he said that, but spread his thighs wider, parting his legs and throwing his arm behind the sofa’s head — he bucked his hips, and you gently rested your cheek on his clothed thigh, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look “then can i make you happy like you made me happy, daddy?”

how could he say not to his little one? with a lazy, amused tug of his mustache, he brushed his thumb over your puffy lips, sitting comfortably. “aight, love, s’yours after all, doll. do whatever you want”

then, the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

you were going to name the bunny cupcake.

Being an older man’s type is just a different level of a confidence boost. Like yes please tell me how pretty and delicate I am. And how you’re so much older than me but you can’t help but be attracted to me. Older men will tell you all the ways you make them lose their minds and that is what I need in life.

Levi looks so young the last time we see him. Rounded cheeks, his usual exhausted expression gone. Instead his eyes are wide, his expression almost one of childlike excitement, matching those of the kids scattered around his chair. His wings have faded and with them the weight of the world is finally off his shoulders. He finally gets to live life on his own terms.