I Can't Keep It To Myself Anymore. I Need To Tell You This, To Get UT Off My Chest.

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˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 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

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

oh noooooo i just found your account and i’m already obsessed with how you write Daddy!Price 🫣

i have a silly little idea for you if you maybe want to…

Price making you cuddle a stuffed animal while he overstimulates you with perhaps some aftercare tee hee…

literally me writing this vv

love love love love this thought 😵‍💫😵‍💫 brrr! please PLEASE if you have more reqs like this WRITE THEM DOWN!!

Daddy!price would hand you one of your many plushies, his bare, muscular hairy chest pressed against your back as he stills his rough, hard slams for a moment.

“which one do you wan’, poppet?”

you’re a blushing mess, puffy, red cheeks stained with pearly tears, sticking to your face :( you can’t even gather your thoughts at the question, but you tilt your head towards your stuffies collection and mumble a soft, shaky “b-bunny”

of course you’d choose your favorite one, you were a soft bunny yourself, after all, his bunny.

he grunts in response and reaches over to grab your plushie, handing it to you while he shifts you around effortlessly, manhandling you however he pleases. Your back presses against the mattress, and you quickly take the stuffie from his hand, squeezing it against your chest, using it as a emotional — and physical — support.

“hold onto bunny and cuddle him, aight? show him how good daddy makes you feel” he grunts heavily, a raspy, gravel tone that makes you wonder if his voice didn’t hurt. He places both hands at the side of your angelic face, hovering over you with his massive, huge bundle of muscles, before slamming right back into you, making you whine and hug your plushie tighter. he slams his hips against yours harshly, he’s not gentle, never is because you don’t want him to be. His thick length fills you up completely, over and over again, you’ve lost count of how may times he’s made you finish already :,(

you feel overwhelmed, each sense completely overtaken by him, his scent, his rough touch, his weight, his cock that reaches all the way down your belly, you’re a dizzy, fuzzy mess, only blurting out incoherent whimpers, sniffling and sobbing as you hugged the stuffed animal with your body.

“look how far daddy has reached, baby” he presses his scarred, large hand over the belly bulge, and you can feel him deeper. “can you feel daddy here? show bunny, come on”

you hide your face behind your plushie, his soft long ears shifting against you with every rough slam of price’s hips. You hold onto it as if your life depends on it, finding comfort in the softness of his faux fur, the warmth of his plush against your body, while price ravishes your body completely, every slam harder and more intense.

“daddy, daddy, daddy, ‘m tired, please, wanna- wanna-“

“you wanna stop, babygirl? but daddy’s almost there, come on, bunny thinks you can do it, he knows you’re such a good girl for me” every word is gravel, husky and deep, murmured in between heavy groans,

you tilt your face towards the mattress, squeezing the stuffy with both hands, and let out a long whine, sobs and sniffles that sound like the sweetest symphony to him.

“just one more for your old man, can you give it to me angel? come on, make daddy and bunny proud”

and when you do finish with a soft, breathless gasp and he releases himself with a deep, heavy growl, that vibrates through his chest like a rumble, you feel him twitch inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at you, softness and warmth filling his intense, sharp eyes.

“did so good for daddy, princess, always so good” he brings a hands to your cheek, brushing away some loose strings of hair that stick to your sweaty face, his motions gentle and caring now, as if scared to hurt you or break you. His breath is rugged, heavy pants that threaten to bring you to desire all over again.

you lift your arms, tired and sore all over, one hand still holding bunny and the other one closing an opening repeatedly, urging for him to cuddle you silently.

“wan’ a hug princess? come here” he easily picks you, practically carrying you on top of him effortlessly, yet carefully enough not to hurt you when he hears you wince softly, hissing lightly — your legs, your princess parts, your wrists, they hurt, but John was a gentleman, he treated you like the softest, most delicate princess, he was only harsh and rough, very rough, during intimate moments.

his large hands cradle your bare back, caressing you as you snuggle against him, keeping your plushie between your bodies — you sniffle, nudging your cheek against his shoulder. He is so burly, big and hairy, he feels so warm and hard at the same time.

“that’s it, thaaat’s it, my good girl, you’ve been so good, my precious princess, baby. Come here, I’ll run you a warm bath, aight? get your favorite lollipop, you need some sugar in your body. Daddy’s so proud of you, angel”

“want cuddles..” you murmur softly against him, throwing your limp arms around his strong neck — he chuckles, a deep warm and affectionate chuckle as he presses a kiss against your hair. He holds you tighter, his beard tickling your reddened cheeks. “whatever you want, princess.”

reader + price somehow run into her family/ parents? Maybe they come to the bar or something but it’s awkward because her dad’s wondering why his daughter is with someone his age. better yet he’s her SUGAR DADDY. ormaybe it’s for Christmas/ new years. idk.

let’s just say you’ve moved abroad, as an exchange student working part time at the local bar of your sugar daddy, military captain, boss, john price, and you’ve never, ever told a soul about your relationship. The chance of anyone finding out is highly impossible, but what if your parents decide to surprise you for Christmas day and visit you at the bar?

you’ve been excited about Christmas, practically pleading john to let you decor the bar with cute, christmasy decorations. He didn’t care that much, wasn’t necessarily happy about seeing glittery ribbons everywhere, but he couldn’t say no to you, his little girl.

“what about a little mistletoe, daddy? we could hang it on the front door, so when couples come here they can kiss,” you beamed at the idea, looking up at him with gleaming, happy eyes while holding a box full of Christmas ornaments.

his brow perks up, a half, lazy smirk making his mustache twitch “we’re not hanging a mistletoe in my bar, doll”

you pout, placing the box down on the counter “why not? they’re so cute, and they’re elegant, delicate, it’ll blend in with the walls colors.”

john smirks at your whiny tone, and with a swift motion, he slips his arm around your waist, pushing you closer to him. He wraps his arm tight around your lower back, pressing your body against his “don’t need the mistletoe to kiss my girl whenever I want, doll”

you bite your lip to hide a little giggle, but he hungrily captures it with his mouth, crashing his lips against yours. Your back arches, and he leans closer to you, mouth devouring yours like a Christmas dinner, tongue delving deep and forcefully.

then you hear it. That familiar voice, engraved in your memory for years, you’d recognize it everywhere. You freeze, body tensing completely, and your head shifts to the side, as if struck by a lighting.

your parents are here.

at the bar, in the city.

you quickly push yourself away from john, trying to regain some composure. Your cheeks are completely on fire, and you hide your hand behind your back to try and subtly tug down at the hem of your skirt.

“dad,” you say, your voice holding all the mixing emotions, surprise, stupor and disbelief upon seeing them for the first time after months. You wish you could hide under a table. “mom, what are you doing here?”

but your father’s eyes are stuck on john — they fleck around the evident signs of symmetry, the thin wrinkles behind his eyes, the blooming gray on his dark hair and beard, recognizing what he saw in the mirror everyday himself.

the realization that his daughter was kissing a man his age, that could be her own father, stuck on him like a shot of cold, freezing water. For what he knows, they could’ve been colleagues. Childhood friends, even.

“honey, we thought we’d surprise you for Christmas, see how you’ve been doing” your mom is the first to break the ice, but her own disbelief in evident in the way she lets her eyes wander between you and john, who’s still standing behind you, the perfect example of self composure, discipline, being unfazed.

“you’ve flown all the way to the city?” you ask, shame making your words heavy on your tongue. You love your parents, but coming without any forewarn has led to an unpleasant situation.

“wanted to see how it was doing at work, since it’s the holidays, and you live here all alone,” your dad speaks up, a voice that could cut through stone. John held his gaze confidently, knowing if there was a single man he had to at least pretend to show respect to, it was your father.

“but, you didn’t tell me” you mumble softly, and finally walk closer to them.

“it was a surprise” your mom says, pretending not to be affected by the sight of a man older than her, that had his arm wrapped around her young little daughter and was kissing her. She is, but she is good at hiding her emotions.

“w-well, I’m happy to see you, I was gonna call you on Christmas Day,” you shyly peek behind you, gesturing nervously towards John, your heart pounding in your chest. “this is my, uhm, my boss, john”

john strolls closer, walking past through and standing in front of your dad — he’s taller than your father, more muscular and broader, but the closeness in age is evident. John was probably even a bit older than your own father.

“Mr,” he acknowledges your dad, a short, military style greeting that doesn’t seem to please him. “it’s a pleasure”

you know him well enough to recognize that smug, cocky and arrogant tone behind his words, that half grin that hides behind his thick beard. No one could ever make john feel uncomfortable, not even seeing his unconventionally too young sugar baby’s father, with a look that threatens to kill him.

maybe they could become friends, and that way, you could officially be living the ‘dad’s friend’ trope with your sugar daddy. He’s ready to have the ‘your daughter calls me daddy too’ conversation, gosh, if he knew the things he’s done to you, how he’s been treating his little girl, how angrier would your dad look right now?

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”

I started drawing more often the John price list along with the rabbits, I really want to send it, but I'm shy

oh no sweet darling lovely please absolutely don’t be shy at all with me!! send it to me im sure it’s gonna be very pretty!! ᕱᕱ

Hi bunny! How are you?

I have a few questions. So, about dbf!price, does reader's dad not like her or is he neglecting her? Like, is he the kind of father who loves his kids but never around or the type to NOT like his child at all?

Also, will he ever know about price being with reader? If he does, what was his reaction?

Secondly, is price dating the reader or are they in situationship? cause in your face they aren't together yet they have feelings for each other (?) Also, I remember you saying he owns her. So like, are they in a relationship or not?

That's all! Sorry if it's too long

Have a good day/night! (Can I call you bunbun?)

of course you can oh my i looove this nickname <333 okay so bunny here is ready to make things as clear as a glazy cake!

I basically write about:

sugar daddy!john price where he’s the owner of the bar and bunny!reader who’s his little sugar baby, and they’re obviously in a relationship. something important to say is that I ALWAYS write about couple, regardless of their relationship’s dynamic (ddlg for exemple) they’re always in a romantic relationship, boyfriend/girlfriend.

dbf!john price where well, they have feeling for each other, they’re clearly in love, but they are yearning for each other, they’re getting closer and closer to a REAL relationship because as much as they love each other, they need to keep it a secret — bunny’s father can never know about that lol. I love the dynamic where even though he can’t fully take her and own her in every possible way YET (if ykyk) she’s already his, like, she belongs to her. maybe to me all of this makes more sense because I’ve always been a romance reader and I’ve read infinite books about circumstances like these, lol. but yeah, every time I write something, they’re always in love and in a relationship, even though in dbf!john price they still need to make it official (john is torn between his love and desire for reader and not wanting to betray his friend, your father) but YES they’re getting into a secret relationship!!! i never write anything without feelings or a proper relationship involved.

sum: yes, sugar daddy!john and bunny!reader are a couple, dbf!john and bunny!reader (obv in a different universe) are also a (more secretive) couple.

in dbf!john fics, reader’s father does love her, endlessly. he just doesn’t show it because he doesn’t know how to. that’s what makes her relationship with him even worse. her daddy issues are caused by a father physically present, but not emotionally. she is so affectionate and loving and he’s not, he can’t show his love for her because he simply is incapable of doing it, and only knows how to yell and scream because he’s not emotionally intelligent :,)

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.

I’d love to see the dynamic between the reader and the rest of the boys in the bar.

baby do you read my mind? I was just thinking about this cute idea !

a few days within the beginning of your relationship with sugar daddy!price, you found yourself sitting next to gaz. You’d been able to see their special bond, how price always pat him on the shoulders, called him ‘son’, and you found it adorable :,(

gaz was nice to you, called you ‘cap’s missus’ and didn’t frown upon the fact that you were 21, and than john could have been your actual father, instead of his. He somehow felt responsible for your wellbeing, was expected to be your guard in the shadows. Make sure nothing happened to cap’s little girl.

he was pretty silent must of the time, but not even remotely close as silent as Simon.

Oh, Si. Sweet Simmy, you called him — you found a big brother in him, that’s for sure. You didn’t feel intimidated by him, but rather a tenderness you couldn’t put a finger on. Always so quiet, silent and gloomy looking behind that skull mask.

you always smiled at him, thanked him for helping you with the drinks, and sometimes even hugged him — did he reciprocate the hug? no, did he pull away? no. did he smile underneath his mask and saw you as a little sister to protect? yeees

”simmy, can you please help me open this beer? the costumer’s waiting”

“thank you big brother :)”

but he wasn’t chatty, like jhonny was. Oh gosh, you and johnny were like long lost siblings — bubbly, joyful and sweet. Both raising your arms in a greeting manner upon seeing each other, ready to practically jump on one another and hug. You loveeeed hugging him. price knows he’s your favorite musketeer of his, you’re just so similar!!

“jhonny!!”

“hey lass, did ye bring me cookies today?”

you often sit together and chat like besties, you show him the new book you’ve currently been reading, and he shows you the lil drawings he adorns his notebook with.

all three of them secretly adore you, think captain price was a lucky man to have found a hot young thing, like you, sweet, kind and innocent in the sexiest way.

but they were luckily the only people price wasn’t jealous of, he’d sometimes shout a “need to take an important call with Kate, take care of my missus. Mactavish, no perverted jokes, Gaz, Riley, no letting stray pups in even if she begs you to” like he’s dominating you even indirectly and you just want him sb :,(

but you’ll get that dog someday.