Fancy Some Old Man Company Ceo!john Price X Young Innocent Little Girl!personal Assistant Reader? (he’s

not sure how you would feel about this. but price or reader (or both) getting baby fever SOMEHOW, not sure, gets him thinking about when you finish college, maybe even before that. 💍? 🍼?

price wants to marry you when you finish college, he will, absolutely — for now, you just need to study hard and be pretty, you’re basically already his so it’s just a matter of time before you can call yourself bunny price, lol!

buuttt, you being so so young, when he even thinks about putting a baby in you, you look at him with the sweetest gaze and mumble “but im your little girl, daddy “ with glossy eyes 🥺

you don’t get that baby fever yet simply because you want to be his baby forever, his little one — obviously, it wouldn’t be the same thing in that case, but you want to be his only little princess :(

that’s why you’d look good being parents to a lil boy in the future.

but you’re still so young and innocent, still studying to graduate, he needs to wait before he can put a mini price in you, AND, you want to get married first, you can’t wait for a wedding. basically you want to be the only one to call him daddy, is it childish? yes, wasn’t this whole relationship a chance for you to be juvenile in peace in the first place?

judging from your blog i think you'd love fairy milk! but that's unfair of me, i'm the total opposite of you and i love fairy milk.

i love everything milky, soft and with vanilla <33 you’re absolutely right because if i were a drink, i’d be fairy milk or strawberry milkshake, i also love love love chamomile tea </3 omgosh you’ve just given me an idea like daddy price making me soothing warm fairymilk before going to bed with a lot of whipped cream ૮꒰ིྀ˶> <˶꒱ིྀა ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

this is me ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

bunny stuffed animal ﹒ 𐙚 ˚ ﹒⟢

OK IK I PROMISED NO MORE SPAM BUT OMG UR A CHRISTIAN TOO?? TWIN OMG WAITTTT

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YAYYY LOVELY !! HOLY GIRLS HERE DAUGHTERS OF THE MOST HIGH LORD OF LORDS KING OF KINGS JESUS !! the way the truth and the life fr🐇✨

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!

dbf!john price x bookworm young fem!reader

when it’s your birthday, you always only ask for books as a gift, just like every other year. your bunny room is already filled with books, many bookshelves hug its walls and are swarming with thousands of books. but this year, your dad didn’t get you any because “you already have too many, and there’s no more room for them”

which is true, you’ve run out of space, poor little girl your room is filled to the brim, and you have no more free shelves. nonetheless, as a self birthday gift, you made sure to get yourself some books from your wishlist — the moment you get them delivered to your house, you’re pure sunshine, joyful, the happiest. but you soon realize, where are going to put them?

dbf!john price has spent the entire morning surrounded by the dull sound of his axe chopping off wood, splitting heavy wooden logs with the strength of a man who’s spent his entire life training his body in the military. muscular, broad shoulders flexing every time he lowers the axe, his bare chest exposed to the hot sun, sweaty, hairy and buff. his biceps are thick, the outline of his forearms flex with every hit on the trunk. the white bottle of color spray lies on the grass next to his military boots and a bunch of handiwork tools. rough, deep grunts vibrate from his marbled chest as all the pent up strength flows into the task at hand.

at the end of the day, when the last bite of strawberry shortcake is only a nostalgic taste on your tongue, your eyes sparkle, shining more than the candle you turned off earlier — a mid sized box, pastel pink, lies on the front door. not as pink as the bright blush on your cheeks when you timidly pick up the little note on top of it, seeing the sketch of a pair of bunny ears.

you open the box, your heart flutters at the sight of the content. a white, wooden wall shelf with a delicate and soft design. In the center of the shelf’s back panel, there’s a decorative cutout in the shape of a heart, and a small bunny, carved next to it. your heartbeat increases, butterflies fill your chest as you read the back of the note.

“birthday bunny,

carved and touched every corner, every angle, with craving hands, like i’d touch you

something delicate, like the way i think of you when i shouldn’t. fill it with as many books as you want, sweet girl.

j.p.”

your dad refuses to buy you new books because you’ve run out of shelves, dbf!john price builds you a new shelf instead.

sugar daddy bar!owner john price x sugar baby!waitress series

🥀 |warnings: +18, laaargw age gap (reader is 21 and price is in his 40s), fem!reader, sugar daddy/baby relationship mentioned, not smut but suggestive.

price thought a doll like you deserved a grown, strong old man like him to treat you like a princess — spoil you rotten, wrap you up in bubble wrap and take care of you. You didn’t need to work, get your pretty hands sore and tired from pouring drinks all the time. he’d give you all the money you needed to pay off your college and to get all the pink, girly things you liked so much, ribbons and all. You just needed to sit cutely on his lap, to be his, and he’d give you the whole world. He was in his 40’s, you had only recently turned 21, a flower on the prime of her blossoming youth, who could give an old, worn out man like him some sugar.

that’s why he offered you to be his sugar baby. that offer, made you flush on the spot — he was so confident and composed, unfazed by his own words. The moment he saw redness spread over you cheeks, he knew he had you. His mustache twitched, his salt and pepper beard stretched as he wore an amused, lazy smile. you were always so obedient and compliant to him, always chirping a “yes sir” to anything he’d ask or tell you to do, a sweet, young, too young lil thing, eager to earn his praise, to feel those goosebumps trail down your skin when he muttered a gruff, deep “good girl”, you’d be the perfect submissive, you’d have it in you to be trained already, even in your innocence and inexperience..

..but, you’d initially declined his offer, because “I want to earn that money, sir, and I’d feel bad if you just..gave it to me like that”

oh, how honest, naive, innocent and pure you were. He admired that about you, but you could see it in his eyes, the way he cocked his thick, dark brown brow upward, that he didn’t believe you’d cling onto those words for long. He knew you were just too shy to accept, but you wanted to. You wanted to be his pretty, little girl. and he was right, as always. One particular night, you’d found a moment to lean your arms against the wooden counter and just breath. You’d been studying all morning, head buried in your notes, and when you got to the bar, you found dozens of soon to be drunk men ready to order alcohol and ask you to bring them ashtrays.

you wanted nothing more than go back home, snuggle in your pink, soft blankets and read your so loved books — it had just been a draining day, you enjoyed your job, but to be honest with yourself, the thing you liked the most was feeling john’s attention and eyes on you during your whole shift and maybe you could finally have someone provide for you.

so, that’s how you found yourself in front of his office door, hesitating lightly while millions of tiny butterflies flew around in your chest, your cheeks as red and warm as ripe strawberries under the summer sun.

knock, knock.

he’d recognized that knock. A feeble, light thud against wood. That couldn’t possibly have been Simon, whose hand could make the whole door shatter down with a single knock, nor Soap’s — bloody hell, that man never bothered to knock at all, he’d just break in.

so he wasn’t surprised to see you, standing meekly in front of his large, wooden desk, the hem of your skirt hugging your milky, bare thighs, your fingers fidgeting together and your eyes looking down at his sitting stance, shy and timid.

“what is it, doll? need ol’ price?” his voice was so rough, so husky, you wondered how it would sound from between your thighs, or from behind you, while his large palm pulled your hair to make you arch against him.

you blinked once, gathering courage to ask for what you’d secretly been daydreaming about, your boss, old enough to be your father, aging like the finest wine, showing you things you’d never ever experienced.

“about your offer, sir” your cheeks were burning, flaming up, “if I accept, can I still come here and help you around?”

“if you accepted,” he almost didn’t even let you finish, eyes already darkening at the thought, a wave of desire rushing through his weary, battle scattered heart, “you could do whatever you wanted, angel, you’d just have to say please”

…dbf!john that has to take care of her while her dads on a business trip?

you were enthusiastic at the idea of finally being able to spend some quiet time home all alone with no yelling from your dad, no loud voices, just peace. but evidently he had different plans for you.

“oh,” you stopped mid walk right in the middle of the stairs, a sudden rush of warmth spreading over your chest and cheeks at the sight of john in your living room, manspreading on the couch “what are you doing here sir?”

john raised both brows in amusement, you were his favorite sight, so sweet and delicate, young and forbidden, “yer dad asked me to take care of y’a while he’s away, doll”

“but i don’t need it, i can be left alone,” you replied hesitantly, walking down the last stairs. your eagerness from earlier was now replaced with your signature shyness and bashfulness, just like every time you were around him — butterflies filled your stomach and you couldn’t even master coherent sentences or thoughts, you excelled in college but turned out a blubbering and stammering mess with this man.

“know you do, angel,” he said, his gruffness somehow softening when talking to you, “just doing my mate’s a favor”

maybe your dad didn’t know it, but he was doing you a favor by letting his best friend stay over. ”alright, sir,” you shrugged softly, and john’s pants almost stiffened—so obedient, so docile all the time. you were such a good girl.

“it’ll fell as if I’m not even home most of the time,” you blushed, feeling out of space in your own house, a squirming bunny underneath his attentive gaze, too warm and sharp to handle

“b’have as if i wasn’t even here, princess, just here to keep an eye on you if somethin’ happens.”

and oh, it felt so torturous, the forced proximity with the man of your dreams, the one out of your league, the only one you wanted. a real man, john was, so old and strong, buff and stern, giving you a sense of protection and control you longed for. you yearned for a sense of security and dominance that only john could give you. if you were the romance, he was the discipline.

dadsbf!john price was such a provider, a caregiver, he took care of everything in the house, made sure to turn on the stove for you when you wanted to make something, he didn’t let you touch any knives, made you breakfast in the morning, brought your fresh ice cream or strawberries when you were reading or studying in your room. but the tension between the two of you was tangible, it frizzled the air anytime you accidentally brushed your hands together or walked next each other — your father’s best friend, too much older than you, in his late 40s, and a sweet, little girl who was barely 21.

he tried so hard to be responsible, the be a military man, a seasoned captain who knew how to resist temptation. but you weren’t a temptation, because temptations could be bad — no, you were sugar, honey. sweet and tender at the touch, to taste, to feed off to. sweet for the soul and healthy for the body, as the bible would say.

but it was even harder for him, to restrain himself, knowing how much you wanted him, you looked at him with the most innocent eyes, batting your lashes at him like a lost puppy, a bunny that wanted to be picked up and cuddled, and thrown over his shoulder and taken care of by a rough, old man.

you always walked around the house in those tiny, mini skirts that hugged your ass, thigh highs that made him want to bite down on his fist, and that innocent bunny demeanor that made him loose his cool — bending over the kitchen counter when you made yourself some strawberry milk, giving him a perfect view of you bottom, or getting on your tip toes to reach for the highest shelves, softly calling him with a “sir? need your help please”

dadsbf!john price who had you sitting on his lap at night, on the couch, reading your lovely book, while he was watching tv, one of his usual movies about missions, shootings and undercover agents. you were all curled up against him, squirming and shifting position every once in a while — john was a patient man, but your cute butt kept pressing against his crotch when you moved, and he had to clench his jaw restrain himself from groaning.

“you uncomfortable, love?”

you only shook your head, lowering the book, revealing your flushed, red blushing face. “sorry sir, ‘s just a fuzzy feeling, it tickles” poor girl you didn’t know what was going on :( how to make this feeling in your belly stop.

“mmh? feel fuzzy, doll?”

and oh, he knew how to make you feel better. he gently grabbed both your hips with his large hands, positioning you between his spread legs, back pressed against his chest — you inhaled, your breath caught in your throat as you felt his rough, calloused hands parting your legs, spreading them for him.

dadsbf!john price who talked you through it, teaching you about everything you didn’t know about yourself, you’d never tried. his thick fingers pressed lazy circles around your clothed clit, his thick beard pressed against your cheek as he spoke with a deep, rough voice.

“this right here…if i touch you here, it’ll feel very good doll. can touch slowly, lightly to let the sensation linger, play with it,”

your breath was ragged, you were nervous, felt exposed, only your oversized cute shirt covering you, those unfamiliar sensations making your head dizzy. you looked down, whimpering when his middle finger and index traced circles over your clit, against your panties, but he quickly reassured you when you mewled, cooing at you and using his free hand to lift your chin.

“shh, shh, eyes up, doll, i’ve got you, princess, look at me,”

you did. he wanted to introduce you to the feeling first, slowly teaching you how to get used to these things. he pressed a kiss on the corner of you mouth, and you whined against him.

“..and if daddy rubs harder, fast, you’ll feel warm inside, on your belly, like this, on your petal,”

“oh- oh gosh—“ you squirmed, biting your bottom lip, a sudden wave of pleasure shot through your legs when, and you involuntarily attempted to close them, but he quickly moved his hand to part them, spreading them wider.

“I know love, I know, feels good little one, easy, easy now, wan’ daddy to stop?”

“nu-uh, please” you could only shake your head, too shy and caught up in the sensation, your cheeks were as red and warm as bright flames and ripe strawberries, blushing fiercely — it felt so good, yet you were so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at him.

“that’s it, bunny, spread them for daddy, good girl, could spend all week like this until your pa’ comes back,” his rich, gruff chuckle vibrated against your back, and you felt your tummy coil at his words — with a twist of his wrist, his hand disappeared underneath your cotton panties, and you flinched on his lap, squirming when his bare fingers started caressing your clit.

dadsbf!john price who taught you how to kiss, pushing his tongue against yours, licking off your lipgloss, chuckling when you needed to breath, before devouring your mouth again, starving, hungry — your arms around his neck like your life depended on it.

dadsbf!john price who would tuck you to bed and hand you your favorite plushie before going to sleep in your father’s empty room,

“can sleep with you if you dont wanna be alone, sir”

“oh doll, as much as i’d love you to, don’t think either of us will get any sleep if you get in bed with me, and that can’t happen, love,”

dadsbf!john price who made sure to not smoke around you, especially inside the house. he’d get to the back patio or front porch to indulge in one of his strong scented, thick cigars. a soft angel like you can’t fill her lungs with such venom.

dadsbf!john price who grinned smugly whenever your dad called him to know how you were doing. he pressed his phone against his ear, hiding his cocky grin underneath his thick beard and mustache.

“doing fine, pal. reads her books, takes her dog out, studies, goes to church. usual things.”

he didn’t tell him how you were kneeling in front of him on the couch, your knees pressed against a plush pillow to not hurt your legs, doe eyes looking at him expectingly, waiting for him to end the call to teach you how to make him feel good with your mouth — his free hand rubbed against your warm cheek, playing with your long hair.

and when he ended the call, he bucked his hips, manspreading, giving you a look that could be both tender and intense, sharp and commanding.

“what did he say, sir?”

“nothing much, princess. misses you,”

you smiled at that. you had daddy issues, didn’t matter how much your dad truly loved you, and he did, he was just incapable of showing it. he didn’t know how to. always moody, serious, yelling at any given moment. you needed a real old man that could love you and treat you like the most delicate and precious girl. you wanted john to do it.

john loved seeing you smile, he couldn’t tell you that he’d made it up, added that last part about the call, just to see you smile, even though your dad hadn’t actually said that.

john was alone, practically married to his job, literally, with much more experience with women you could ever imagine — until God pitied him and decided to send him a little expiatory angel, you.

“aight’, doll, wan’ daddy to show you how to take him with your mouth like a good girl?”

you nodded, hesitantly. your shyness and timidity always had the best of you. but he wanted to take his time with you, protect your sweet purity.

“use your words, love. speak up for daddy, come on”

you blushed and fidgeted with your hands, batting your lashes at him “yes sir,”

“good girl, angel. buttons.” single, short words, speaking with military authority.

you opened his pants with shaky hands, nervously. but he firmly cupped your chin, tilting your jaw up.

“no need to be scared, love, look at you…nervous, are you sweet?” he cooed condescendingly at you, making your bite your lip and nod, puppy eyes big and round.

“just open your mouth and be still. daddy’s gonna help you, if it gets too much for ya, tap my knee. copy that, bunny?”

“yes daddy, mkay” you gave him a little nod, almost shivering at the way his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

“show daddy your tongue, that’s it. here it is, fuck, gonna be rough with ya, angel, could eat you up, love. good doll, now, zipper down.”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙ hopping in to tell you that im a soft blonde booklover bunny!girl, im 20, im straight, I love books and dilfs ‘n men old enough to be my dad and everything pink and feminine 🐇⋆₊˚─ ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

i write specifically and mostly for daddy n dbf john price because im his little princess, his good girl :( sooo daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink in dd/lg setting — im also in love love love with levi ackerman, im his wifey ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡

bakery is open! (requests) pls request a blurb or one shot or imagine if you’d like <3 ˚⋆𐙚｡ ᡣ𐭩

also, im a christian girl, I love Jesus sm, everyone is welcome here but please be kind n nice and respectful, im sensitive and a crybaby ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

lots of hugs and kisses n God bless you :)!!!໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

-bunny ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ ᰔᩚ ᕱᕱ

happy easter, bunny! <3

my beautiful sweet little flowers and butterflies, my cupcakes and funfetti cookies, happy Easter to you all <3333 ily and Jesus loves you too, been busy because it was Holy Week and Lent and well, Jesus Has Risen 🐇, He wanted me all to Himself 🩷