Hello Bunny Dear, I Wanted To Ask If You Would Like To Make A Series Out Of Knight! Price And Princess!Reader.

guys call me a whore but logan in logan has me on my KNEES!!!!!!! the greying hair? the scruffy beard? the suits? the grumpiness? oh my god somebody SEDATE ME i need him in ways that are concerning to feminism i need him in me now!

bunny here is tempted to write the typical super basic “daddy can you pass me that” table scene with dbf!john price where you’re sitting with your father and his best friend but john hands you whatever you’ve asked for instead mpfhh ⠀ ∩ ∩⠀ ꒰ 𓏼 ◞ ˔ ◟ 𓏼 ꒱

after hours at the bar with quiet/soft music + really fluffy slow dance with price. like they’re both just staring at each other with heart eyes ugh.

please listen to a song from the 80s while reading this lil one shot, i was listening to lady in red whilst writing, but any romantic song about love would set the perfect atmosphere…im gonna sob cause i love this old man

everyone’s gone home, it’s only you and price there, tables clean, soft, lovesick songs from the 80’s playing on the background.

“oh, I love this song” you murmur softly, taking off your high heels and setting them on a stool. John has packed the money and turned down all the lights, aside from the tiny one on the back of the bar — the room is now covered in a gold feeble glow, the dark brown of the wooden floor and tables unable to catch it and reflect it.

you’re an avid 80s music listener, john was pleasantly surprised and impressed upon discovering that your favorite songs were hits from his time, especially during the first proper date, when you showed him your playlist and it was completely filled with songs as old as him. “guess you like everything that’s old and vintage, mmh?”

“went pretty hard during my old days,” he says, walking over to you, his gaze flickering to your bare stockings “all the couples dedicated it to each other”

“so sweet, my parents have it on their wedding tape” you smile to yourself, remembering all the times you’d sit on the floor and replay in on the tv as a little girl (well, littler than now, at least)

“who knows doll, maybe I was a guest that day and attended their celebration” he joked, like he always did regarding your evident large too large age gap.

“very funny, sir,” you reply with a soft tug of your brows, “you were probably a lieutenant, busy charming civilian girls”

“was busy saving the country, you mean, little lady” he retorts, filling the space of your hips with his hands and pulling you in. You had john promise you that when closing, the radio would be the last thing to be turned off, just to create a cozy, dreamy atmosphere in the dimly lit space.

“when are you gonna ask me to marry you, daddy?”

john almost stumbles on in own tracks. His arm securely slides further around your lower back, pulls you closer to him until he envelopes your tiny waist completely, a hungry expression that you usually only see when he’s laying you somewhere, spreading your thighs to accommodate him, when your whines echo softly to him, and replace the sounds of gunfire,

when he gazes his scarred fingers against your skin like a soldier crossing a landmine, when you feel soft on his hands, not heavy like his rifle.

or when he throws kisses like grenades into the trenches of your mouth.

“you wanna marry this old war dog, angel?” he mumbles lowly, his gaze softening into an half lidded expression, heavy with such an intense warmth and desire that you feel your knees weaken like vanilla pudding. “be wed to an old bastard in the army?”

“do you want to?” with the softest, most innocent voice, you bestow your doe, big doll eyes upon him, he doesn’t feel deserving of such a sight. “love me properly before God?”

“He already knows how I feel about you, princess” he mutters back, voice thickened with a rough edge, so deep and husky it almost sounds like a whisper that should belong to nightly affairs.

“mmh, but He’d want you to prove it,” you tickle his beard with your breath and your delicate voice, bottom lip trapped underneath your teeth — your pupils heart shaped, pouring out all the love you feel for him, you literally feel like one of those animated cartoon characters when they’re in love, heart beating out of their chest and eyes the color of and shape of big hearts.

your hand flattens on his chest, as he gently cradles you to the song’s rhythm, your feet standing on his boots, so that with every step, he takes you with him.

“is that what you want, a ring on your little finger? everyone calling you lady price? marry your fuckin’ sugar daddy?”

and he can feel how you shiver against him at the thought, thin sparks of excitement running down your lower back and shooting against his palm.

each note of the song seems to pull you closer, a quiet conversation between your hearts. His hand, steady yet tender, rests on the small of your back, guiding you with a slow, deliberate grace as the other one takes ahold of your own, too large and big compared to your hand.

john presses a kiss on your knuckles, his beard tickling the pearly, milky skin. Pretty hands, never had to carry a deadly weapon, never will.

“I can see myself fit the unconventionally too young wife pretty well , sir..a savior of the country marrying his sugar baby, I can also see that on the news” you giggle against him, resting your cheek on his hard, muscular chest.

he’s got a old body, you’ve got a old, romantic soul, he wants you all to himself, and since you are already his in every way possible, it wouldn’t hurt him or his pocket to just slip a ring on your finger.

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🐇

dilf old man!john price accidentally turns off his cigar by pressing it against the palm of that prick who claims to have accidentally brushed his hand against your butt by mistake, but ‘didn’t mean to’.

you squeal like a startled bunny when you feel something against your skirt, and turn around with doe, worried eyes — a pair of hands shoot upwards, and you’re met with the not so earnest apologetic expression of a guy you don’t know, who blurts a “sorry, miss, didn’t meant to, bumped into you by accident”

you quickly shake your head, giving him a polite smile, kind, well mannered. too kind for your own good, never wanting to cause trouble “it’s alright, don’t worry”

but john sees and knows everything concerning you, he’s attentive of your surroundings, needs to be always on alert for his sweet, little bunny girl. and he knows that prick didn’t touch you by mistake.

the moment you turn around and shift away, busy sipping on your strawberry matcha like the epitome of innocence, john moves to stand behind that guy.

his hiss of pain falls on deaf ears when john brushes next to him, almost as imperceptible as the slight flick of john’s wrist, imprinting a cigar burn into that guy’s hand. he instantly withdraws his hand, blurting out thick curses as gray ash burns around a red mark on his skin.

“careful where you put your hands,” john’s voice sounds deep, rough in a lethal way, menacing and rough. he barely leans towards the guy’s ear, standing tall and intimidating, the double entendre of his words clear. if he’s not careful he might get more than a simple cigar burn.

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

sleepyfucking sugar daddy!price after a longgg day at the pub pls pls pls

ilysm for this request he’s so burly I wanna hibernate with him, a big brown bear to cuddle you and stretch you open mpfh:((

🍦| warnings: sugar daddy!price, sugar baby fem!reader, age gap! price is in his 40s and reader is 21, basically wanting to sleep while keeping him warm, smutty but delicately as always

always needy for physical love, physical affection and praise, you would always get even needier when tired, overwhelmed by the large amount of love that dared to slip out of your glittery heart like a running faucet — you were so, so open about love and affection, physically and verbally, and when you got back to John’s house, after the busiest and longest day at the bar?

“love youu..” you muttered shyly, words like light and thin bubbles as you snuggled your cheek against his chiseled, hard chest, warmth radiating from his clothes and spreading over your crimson cheeks. “love you s’much”

his hands squeezed the sides of your hips, a silent, firm reminder to stay still. Between the feeling of his thick, veiny shaft buried inside of you, deep and warm, and your tiredness, you wanted to let pearly tears come out, sob and sink deeper into little space.

his shaft was an antagonizing yet comforting presence inside you, large, long and so thick, still hard and unmoving.

he tilted his head down, pressing a kiss on top of your long hair, basking in the scent of vanilla. From this angle, he could still keep his focus on the paperwork he was working on, scribbling down with an expensive looking pen while keeping your waist still against him. “yeah? you love me, sweet girl? I know, daddy loves you too, angel”

you whined softly, snuggling further agains his buff muscles, all harsh, masculine and burly. You just wanted to fall asleep on his lap, your feet hurt after wearing heels all day, your arms were sore from serving drinks left and right. You wanted to cockwarm him after a long, tiring day, but now we’re too tired to even move :(

with an almost impenetrable movement, you bucked your hips, shifting on his lap to get some friction and whimpered — his length somehow dug deep inside of you, you could feel every vein, the tip stretching you out, he was so thick and big :( he’d had to prepare you before you could take every inch, too big for you :(

his hand squeezed again, his mustache and beard still pressed over your head as he somehow didn’t lose composure and kept writing on the papers. “ah-ah, said stay still, doll, keep daddy warm, don’t move”

“but im tired, dd, wanna sleep” you kept your eyes closed, wanting to reach that so longed feeling of ecstasy that would make your body relax even more. How could he still be working after such a long day?

“then go to sleep, princess. Fall asleep against daddy, you worked so much today little one, deserve some rest” the words vibrated through his chest, a low, deep and gruff lullaby — you could hear tiredness in his tone, coarse and drowsy. You were tired, exhausted, could barely talk or move your hips, but you could sleep with the feeling of him inside you and keep him warm and dry while he worked. “when you wake up, you can fuck yourself on daddy until you’re not tired anymore, okay?”

he promised to wake you up later when he finished his paperwork, make you both release the tiredness.

how about the opposite? John being jealous of his girl getting hit on by a younger guy perchance ?

ohhh cupcake, daddy price would be livid :) when you get jealous it’s all fun and cute, but when he does? hooff

let’s say you were working that day, but the bar was pretty quiet, therefore, you’d found a moment to read in peace, completely lost in the escapism and beauty of your book.

your chin rested on your palm, elbow pressed against the wooden surface of the countertop as you leaned forward to get a better view of the pages — still standing, you shifted nimbly on your own position, using the edge of the counter to keep yourself steady. “pretty and a reader, heavenly match”

you lifted your head, flipping the page of your book without even casting a glance down — a guy stood in front of you, a half smile plastered on his completely shaved face. You had never seen him, he must’ve been a new costumer.

“Good evening, sorry, do you want to order?” you quickly and carefully close the book down, pushing it closer to your chest. You apologized for not being aware of his presence, having been too caught up in your reading.

“Don’t apologize, you’re reading in a pub…maybe I could get a drink in a library?” he smiled boyishly, cocking his brow and leaning against the counter.

you let out a light laugh his joke, finding it funny. The sound echoing through the bar, limpid and melodic.

“yes, I admit I might’ve chosen the wrong setting,” you giggle, picking your pink notebook from the pocket of your skirt.

“what can I get you?” you asked politely, giving him an innocent smile — your gentleness and kindhearted nature always showed up. You didn’t know him, he looked older than you, probably in his late twenties, but his face seemed too young, too..clean. Too casual.

“you could start with your number, sweet cheeks”

your smile faltered for a moment, and you lowered your notebook down, clicking the back of the pen. “Oh, no, uhm..I’m flattered, but-“

“come on, you’re too cute to be all alone in a place like this,” he gestured behind him, throwing a playful wink your way. “besides, you could spend the night doing..something else other than…reading and working. Somewhere else, like my place, see if you’re as innocent as you look,”

he leaned his forearms against the counter, and you couldn’t help but feel distressed — you’d never found yourself in such a position, you wanted to refuse his advances, but remain kind.

“she’s spoken for, boy” you heard him before you saw him, the brooding figure that slowly appeared behind the guy.

john was huge, a mountain man, a big, brown bear, and he appeared more fearsome and intimidating than usual, looming down at the poor guy.

he didn’t wear his usual, signature half smirk, his mustache was completely still, and you could swear his jaw was clenched, tensed.

the guy turned towards him, perking his brows annoyedly “geez, who are you, mate, her father?” you almost widened your eyes at that, and you felt the need to intervene, much more to save that poor soul’s life.

john squinted his eyes down at him, the muscles on his neck bulging slightly as he inched closer, his voice as rough and sharp as a knife “this is not a place for sucklers, go get some warm milk elsewhere, toddler”

even you shivered at the tone of his voice, spine-chilling, dauntingly deep.

“what’s wrong with you, man? why don’t you mind your business?”

“she is my business, talk to her like that again, and I’ll make your milk teeth fall one by one, kid. Get out, you don’t wanna make an adult mad”

the guy scoffed, straightening his back and facing him, but john was as still as a statue, glaring down at him. He tilted his head, his dark, graying facial hair only giving him a darker, gloomy appearance. “Understood?”

something on the guy’s face changed, a glimpse of nervousness, unease written all over his features. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips glued together, his adam’s apple gulled with fear. john was a trained captain in the military, he could be very, very scary, in a grouchy, sulky and frightening way — I didn’t wish to see that guy end up unconscious on the ground — he only shook his head, stood taller and avoided meeting John’s eyes, lowering his own gaze before turning around and stroll to the way out, mumbling a quiet ‘whatever’

john followed him with his eyes, before setting them on you — you pressed your book to your chest, timidly looking at him with the purest eyes “are you mad, sir? promise you I didn’t say anything, he- he approached me and-

“never mad at you, precious” he walked closer until the countertop was the only thing separating us, and lifted his hand to place it underneath my jaw, fingers sprawling to grab it. “but don’t get scared if daddy gets rougher later, have to relieve some tension, princess”

you only blink, the promise of his words a thrill that sent butterflies flying around your poor belly, your cheeks grew red, pink like the strawberry milkshake you like so much.

he squeezed your jaw, giving you an expecting look, like a professor waiting for your to answer his question properly. “who do you belong to?”

a daily reminder, just to make sure you remembered all the time, didn’t forget.

“you, sir” you replied without even having to think, blinking your doe, big eyes at him, working your innocence to gain his attention.

“good girl, go back to your book, don’t need to work anymore today”

ahhhhhh i’m in love with your blog!!!! your reader is so freaking cute!!!!! may i request maybe a reader who finally gets to show sugar daddy john her comfy thigh highs? i think he’d absolutely love them

sending you all the love 💕💕💕 - Lover

thank you lovelyy!!! sending you all the hugs and kisses and smooches , he’d go crazy over them !! innocent in a luring way? he wants to take care of her and protect her from the rest of the world and pamper her but also rip off those thigh highs with his teeth-

🎀| sugar daddy!john price x sugar baby!fem reader, innocence kink, ddlg, that’s it, pure fluff though! price is very hot and old and reader is very young and sweet eheh, laaarge age gap (price is in his 40s and reader is 21)

“do you like them, sir?” your dollish eyes are set on the new pair of stockings you’re wearing, as milky and light as your skin, embroidered with the most delicate fabric — you love thigh highs, they make you feel soft and cute, and you can never own too many since most of them get on the floor and ripped by a certain captain…

you don’t notice the way his eyes are stuck on your legs, the second skin hugging your thighs in a way that makes him want to replace them wish his hands, his scarred, warm hands — his mind hungrily feasting on how he could rip the new pair, keep it in the pocket of his uniform to carry with him to every mission, but you would get upset if he destroyed another pair, you just love collecting them and keep them as they were new :(

your voice lingered in the air like heart shaped bubbles and he quickly regains consciousness, clearing his throat and shifting on his seat “mmh? what was that, doll?”

“the…thighs” you finally look up at him, thin uncertainty in your voice when he doesn’t answer right away, blinking cutely, doubting. “do you like them? they’re new”

“yeah, yeah angel i do, they’re adorable” he gives you a little smile, the one you like to call ‘quokka’ smile, and give him one of your own, cheeks painted red, blushing timidly.

or he could steal them from you, and get a new pair for you to keep everyday, hundreds, in exchange, you just look so edible wrapped in your innocence and thighs highs, it seems to him they have no purpose other that make him bite down his fist and—

“im glad daddy, theyre my new favorites, they were impossible to find, with the embroidered roses and—“

here goes his daydream crashing into million pieces, with that, he knows you’ll never let him rip those thigh highs while he devours you even for a million more promised to come. :(

oh, girls. young girls, to be specific.