Hihi!! Ahh The Way You Write Price Rlly Heals Something In Me

hey it’s me. again. kind of self indulgent but price with reader stressing OUT about exams and school and being an anxious emotional mess.

hey hi again, please fill my inbox with your beautiful amazing feet kicking reqs ily

this is so self insert, oh my, literally relatable on a personal level 🥺 lil side note: I’m super open about my faith because it’s what keeps me alive and happy, so there’s a lil mention of it on the one shot <33

as a college student, your days are constantly reminded of your upcoming exams, and lately you’ve been an emotional, sensitive, anxious lil mess. The tiniest inconvenience makes you cry, sob your stress out, you’re very fidgety, john notices that — bouncing your leg when you’re sitting, biting your nails, playing with your fingers.

you can’t style the ribbon on your hair? you cry. you drop a drink and it spills out? you cry. you can’t put mascara on properly? you cry. you can’t find a comfortable spot or position to study? you cry.

when you’re working at the bar, you try hard not to think about when you’ll have to go back home with price and bury your head deep into your notes. You only feel calm and relaxed when you’re either reading your lovely books, praying, getting dolled up and having quality time with john — all kinds of it.

john understands, he really does. Poor baby, having to study so hard, you’re so anxious and stressed and overwhelmed :( but he so proud of you, his little girl studying hard for her education.

you basically only go to college because you like studying and you know that graduating is important, because with john, you’ll never have to lift a finger, he already spends all his money on you, you can just be his pretty sugar baby in peace.

when you get too anxious, you end up studying on his lap, while he works on some paperwork in his office. When the familiar anxiety cripples in your stomach, making you want to throw up, and you start moving nervously, john intervenes — wrapping his arm tighter around your waist, squeezing softly to remind you of his presence, or gripping your knee gently, stopping your bouncing and rubbing his thumb over it in circular motions.

“shhh love, daddy’s here, breath and focus”

”im so scared, i don’t think i can do it, what if I don’t pass it” you’re a blubbering little mess, considering all the worst case scenarios that will never happen, john knows you’ve always excelled in your studies.

“you will pass it, babydoll, your exam will go amazing,” his deep british accent is basically an antidote against your thoughts, it spreads over you like a warm caramel balm. “you’re always studying so hard, daddy’s proud of you, you’re worrying too much angel,”

poor bunny you’re stressing your poor head out, little tears stain your notebooks, you don’t know how john handles all that paperwork, that responsibility at work, being the captain and commanding officer.

but he wipes away those ears, whispering to your ear how proud of you he is. Tells you to study just a bit more, and he’ll reward you later. that’s enough to keep you focused on the task, using colorful highlighters so that when you’re done, he can easily press you against his desk and make you forget about all the bad anxiety

:,(<33 spoiler: you do end up passing it, but act nonchalantly as if you didnt just cry every day before taking it. “daddy I’ve passed it! :D”

“good job angel, good girl, love, see? that’s because you studied har-“

“but I have another one next month :(“

I love you Levi I love you Levi I love you Levi the reason for my everything I love you

bruhhhhh your daddy!price writing is literally healing my wounds. its sooooo goood im addicted 🙏🏿🥹

I really want you all to be my friends stop you make me blush 😞😞 im currently in bed half sick with a flu and I feel bad cause I can’t go to church, im glad that I can make you all happy though babies <333

please be careful sugar can get addictive! eheh

-bunny🐇 in thighs and ribbons

I just found your blog and i’m addicted your work is so good!!! i love how you write price :)))

thank you peachy you’re so cute and sweet ily <3333 what is an entertainer without their supporters?🐇 ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡

The guys that I like just said to me that he doesn’t like me back💀

Now I need a cute daddy!price moment 🙏🏻

btw I love your writing 💕💕

oh cupcake im so so sorry, please don’t let that discourage you or make you feel too sad, im sure you’re beautiful n loving, and at the right time, the right guy will notice you an pick you beautiful flower up <3 everyone’s beautiful and everyone has their other half somewhere, maybe that wasn’t him, but delight in knowing that you’ll definitely find him and you can use this experience as a way to just focus on your glow in the meantime, ily enjoy this is for you🐇🍰 🍡 | sugar daddy!john price x sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap as always (price is in his 40s and reader is 21) ddlg!! little space mentioned, very fluffy

“you’re so old,” you giggle mostly to yourself while you let your fingers scratch his salt and pepper, dark, thick beard. he stays quiet, as usual, only the almost imperceptible twitch of his mustache and the way he pecks his brow upwards give you any sign that he’s heard what you’ve said.

“careful with those words, angel” he mutters, a rumbling, rough voice that makes you giggle again, “but you are! my old, grumpy man”

you squeeze your tiny hands delicately against his cheeks, pressing an open mouthed kiss on his lips, and one more, and another one.

he doesn’t fight your affection, staying still and keeping his eyes steady and firm on your movements. He slithers a hand around your lower back, pulling you closer by your waist, fingers locked on your hip.

“might be your grumpy, old man, but ya still need to be respectful, doll face. Watch your mouth.”

you fake a little pout, throwing your arms around his strong neck and shifting impossibly closer on his lap, launching yourself up with your thighs until you can for once look down on him. “why, daddy, you don’t like being my old man anymore?”

“cheeky little thing y’are” he chuckled, a tiny laugh that almost sound like a scoff. “of course I do, what’s gotten my good girl in such a playful mood today, mmh?”

“I dunnoo..guess im just needy, and probably in little-“ your eyes stop blinking for a second, you realize in that moment that you’re sinking like a fish into the deep ocean of little space.

oh oh.

your cheeks flame up, taking in the same color and warmth of a summer midday sun. You gently shift down onto his legs again, your arms slowly untangling from his neck. “I mean, I guess im just needy, as always.”

“ah-ah, come back here,” he takes a firm hold of your hips, pulling you upward by your waist.

“what is it, princess? tell daddy, come on.”

“it’s nothing sir, im always this clingy” you bop his nose, admiring the way he’s literally aging like the finest wine, attractive and handsome in such a mature and charming way, with the contrast of streaks of gray on his dark hair. “but maybe i just…need some strawberry juice”

john grins at the innuendo, recognizing the secret word code you’ve both set for when you feel littler and needier than usual.

“warm bath with daddy? what’ya say, sweetheart?”

you gleam at the idea, nodding eagerly and happily, and with that, he pushes himself off the chair, effortlessly carrying you with only one arm wrapped under your legs, — you hear him grunt when standing, and you feel bad, scared you might hurt on him “am I-“

“you’re like a feather on my arms, doll, don’t even say it. I can effortlessly carry you wherever you want, just need to crack some bones, sometimes, comes with the age, you wanted an old man, that’s what ya get”

Older gruff daddy with a scruffy beard & tired expression from a long day at work that let’s me sit on his lap and ramble on about my day while gently caressing my hair ♡

u post so frequently ahh!! you really do keep us well fed here bunny ty (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

make sure to be taking breaks too if u need them! love ur work

now that you mention it can you open your arms so I can hop in, cuddle and just rest? i don’t snore, i just need many pillows to stay comfortable

thank you sm teddy bear im honestly happy someone has noticed i try to post as often as possible, but ily for your concern and thank you for the kind words, i will!! enjoy the fresh and warm treats and stay well fed <3333🍰 God bless you mwah

— bunny🐇

oh to be called princess by this logan howlett…

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i saw this and thought of your blog IMMEDIATELY 😋

*inhales* THIS IS MEEEEEEE oh my gosh im being serious this is literally me im screaming🍓

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?”