Hi Lovelies, Please Request Something I Wanna Write About Daddy Price Sooo Bad Give Me Ideas Pretty Please

Don’t let shame distract you from the immense love Jesus has for you! He loves you so much! More than you could ever imagine. Nothing you could do or have done could ever separate you from His love!💗💫

This figure of Levi is too much for my heart and my empty pocket.

not a request but I love love your commitment to your faith, I’m working on getting back into being more religious + closer to god. I’m not Christian but it’s such a beautiful religion I love your dedication to it <3

IM GONNA CRY THANK YOU SO MUCH PRETTY ILYSM I’ve already got such a soft spot for you, and now this ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ God is so important to me, He’s literally my best friend and my Heavenly Father, I owe Him everything because Jesus is kind, loving and so so good. I always tell people that you don’t need to follow religion, just follow God and love Him and be kind cause Jesus loves everyone. I pray you’ll be able to experience His love <33 faith is always my salvation

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡ for you

sugar daddy!john price x booklover (bookworm) sugar baby fem!reader series

🍧| warnings: fluuuuff!!! laaarge age gap, price is in his 40s and reader is 21, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship (they’re in love lol), silly ppl, im basically reader lol

you’re standing in front of john’s desk, in your pink converse and with glossed, shiny lips “daddy?” your shy, timid voice draws his attention away from the secret file he was working on.

“what is it, angel?” his eyes are on you, but his mind is quiet elsewhere, and you don’t blame him, he’s been so busy lately, all kind of missions to prepare and work on, paperwork to do, order storage for the bar. you didn’t wanna bother him :(

“uhm, there’s this..this trend going on,” you start, words lingering into thin air as you hesitate and trail off, his brows narrowing at the word trend. was this going to be one of those young people things he didn’t understand?

“where couples go to the bookstore together, the guy gives his girl five minutes to look around for any books she wants, and then gets her however many books she can hold and carry within that set time…”

he’s never heard of it, he doesn’t have social media, and has no idea what a trend it — your old, grumpy man :,(

john’s frown dissolves, and he leans his broad shoulders back against his chair, quickly digging his hand into the pocket of his trousers, then jacket.

he pulls out a leather wallet, opens it, and picks up a credit card — you blink, towards the card and then at him, a sweet confused expression on your face.

“here, doll” he hands it over to you, eyes distractingly reading something he’d written on the file, his mind and focus drifting back to his work.

“what is that?” you ask, ditzy in your own cloudy mind, “I don’t want your credit card,”

he looks up at you again, a puzzled expression now replacing the previous concentration. “what do you mean sweetheart? why not?”

“Im not asking for your money, im asking you to come with me, pretty please?” you hold your hands together, a sparkling, puppy dog pleading look in your eyes. “wanna get more books”

“oh love, daddy can’t go right now, he’s got too many things to do, princess, do you want me to ask one of the boys to go with you?”

“no, i wanna go with you” you pout softly, sitting on the edge of his desk and looking at him over your shoulder “can we go when you’re done sir? that’s the whole point of the trend, couples going together”

“you could go with my card and buy the entire bookstore, doll?”

“but then I wouldn’t be spending time with you..” you let your legs swing over the edge, looking down at all the files and scattered papers.

he lifts his arm up, tugging at the sleeve of his buttoned down shirt and looking at his watch. “can you wait an hour? let daddy read this bad mean criminal’s file case?”

you smile, leaning over the desk, and press your glossed lips against his, giving him a quick, sweet kiss. “of course daddy, thank you, love you, you’ll help me pick books from my wishlist”

you jump off the desk, send him a flying kiss and go to your — shared — room. He licks the strawberry gloss off his mustache, smiling at the door. You’re probably the only sugar baby in the world who asks for his attention and love instead of his credit card.

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

husband!john and bunny!reader in the kitchen making dinner together n reader forgets an ingredient needed for dessert but he says it’s ok bc he can always have reader for dessert or something ahhhh૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა !!

god bless u n have a good day <3

GOD BLESS YOU TOO BBY thank u this is so sugar daddy!price after they finally get married, this kind of reqs is my favorite one sniff ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝> ̫<⸝⸝꒱ྀི১!!

strawberry tiramisu was the original plan, you’d bought everything you needed, or so you thought, it was your favorite dessert, light, pretty, sweet and absolutely pink, and what made making it even more special was john standing next to you, his broad shoulders and muscular figure almost too tall to fit under the kitchen hood. The sleeves of his buttoned up shirt were rolled up, revealing his thick, hairy and muscular arms flexing with every movement, bulging as he was cutting some greens (he’d never let his pretty soft girl hold a knife)

you hummed lightly as you gathered all the ingredients on the counter, throwing the tiniest strawberry of the package into your mouth, savoring the sugary taste, but as you put down a plate full of ladyfingers, you realized you’d forgotten an important ingredient — your chewing stopped, and your eyes softened, disappointedly “oh, noo come ooon…” “what’s wrong, doll?”

“I’ve forgotten about the mascarpone, we only have whipped cream at home, can’t make the tiramisu without that..” you mumbled, swallowing down the rest of that strawberry mouthful.

john, ever the calm presence, glanced over from where he was chopping vegetables. He let out a low, deep chuckle, amused by your cuteness upon seeing your soft, upset frown. He placed the knife carefully down, making sure it laid away from you, and wiped his hands on the dishtowel.

he placed his hands on both sides of your waist, picking you up with a swift push. Sitting you on top of the counter, he slipped between your legs and looked down at you with a look of both tenderness and hunger, teasingly. “‘s fine, princess, guess i’ll have you for dessert, mmh? the sweetest thing I can have,”

you blushed at his rough, husky tone, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks — his hands gently caressed the curves of your hips, but you pouted, the taste of strawberry still lingering on your lips and making you long for that forgotten key ingredient, “im serious, daddy, I wanted to make you strawberry tiramisu,”

“and I’m even more serious, bunny,” he leaned over, his voice lowering even more, and his arms stretched on both sides of your waist, gripping the edge of the counter you sat on, “have my sugary treat right here, don’t I, doll? ‘s just hard to wait after dinner, knowing how good you taste, angel”

wanted to wish everyone a good lent, i love march and spring has always been my favorite season. it always fills me with love, hope and joy, like a soft breeze of optimistic faith. and how lucky are we to celebrate lent during spring, when flowers bloom? take it as a opportunity to walk closer to the Lord and spend more time with Him, cause he’s kind and loving and close to the broken hearted !!! Jesus loves you and if no one’s told you today i love you too🐇

Let me make this clear, God moves mountains! I don’t care how big the mountain is, just pray & have faith!

bar owner!john price x soft waitress!fem reader

🥛| fluff, beginning of my sugar daddy!price series, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s and reader is 21 and works for him :)

as you hopped gingerly and cautiously from one table to another, taking orders and writing them down on your pink notebook, john couldn’t help but love the way you were so graceful, so sweet and nice to everyone, the way you’d always smile at a costumer, the way you’d gracefully bend to place the serving tray on the table

sitting far from you with a glass of scotch in his hand, a thick cigar on the other one, he’d make sure he could keep an eye out on you, on your wellbeing, even from the most hidden corner of the bar. He exuded confidence, authority, manspreading his legs and practically sitting like he owned the place —which, he did — his rugged, mature features darkened by a gloomy shadow. unbeknownst to you, he noticed everything: you, strolling over the counter to set the heavy glasses neatly on the tray’s surface, your red, warm cheeks and your short, tight uniform skirt. And when — if — a costumer’s eyes lingered on you or, heaven forbid, your skirt for a second too long, disrespectfully, he’d notice it alright. Oh, he’d make sure to teach that poor soul a lesson. Yes, he was a very quiet, reserved, mean man — but not when it came to you.

you were too busy, occupied for most of the night, barely catching a glimpse of john and his three musketeers, oblivious to the deaf sounds that were happening behind the entrance door.

“If I ever catch your dirty fuckin’ eyes on my girl again,” John gritted out, his mustache bare inches from the quivering face of that man that had dared to look at you in a way that didn’t please john after you’d taken his order, the man that now found his back pressed to a wall and rough, large hands gripping his collar tight “I’ll make sure you don’t get the chance to look at anyone ever again. Understand me?”

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