Sugar Daddy!old Man John Price Who Suggests To Use His Little Girl For An Undercover Mission — He’d

levi's grunts, reblog if you agree

dbf! john texting his little bunny but he’s lwk old so it’s so cute how he texts and doesn’t understand her lingo etc. ykwim?

—bunny “tysm for the birthday gift sir, please lmk when you can come over to help me hang the shelf on the wall!! need to organize my new books asap!!🐰”

—bunny “oh, btw i’ve put aside a piece of cake for you, jic. xoxo”

john stares at the texts, frowning at those meaningless letters that apparently make no sense to him. the smoke curling from his cigar swirls around the screen of his phone, but that’s not why he’s squinting his eyes to see better. what does that mean? jic? was she supposed to write jp? as in his name?

—john “coming over later today, love. asap? that a new book series you’ve got?”

—bunny “means as soon as possible!🐰”

he grunts. amused, puffing out a little chuckle. obviously, young girls and their use of modern language.

—john “got it doll. pa’s home?”

his large hand came to scratch his thick beard, dwelling into the salt and pepper hairs. but as soon as another little ring put his phone up, he stopped, the cigar hanging from his lips.

—bunny “no sir :(, dunno when he’s coming back, dd”

oh, he didn’t need to ask what that last word meant. he knew that damn well.

—john “on my way, sugar.”

—bunny “you mean ‘omw’, lol!🐰”

"What's wrong? Can't take it?" His voice was rough, it hadn't been in a long time but he is pissed at you. You can feel the scars on his face as he kisses along your neck, his fingers pumping in and out of you, he is enjoying this. The way your eyes roll back, and the way your back arches makes him more aroused, he is using the hand he lost fingers on, he is using only two fingers and making you lose your mind under him. "Remember what I told you..." He kisses up, nibbling on your ear as he continues to thrust his fingers into your pussy. "..two fingers is all I need."

Your legs wrap around him tighter, bringing him ever so close to your body, your hands grip his forearms, a whimper escaping your lips when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars, your hips roll in response. "Yeah? Here? Good girl. Cum for me." He is fully dressed, the bastard is fully dressed, his sleeves rolled up, he won't give you what you need but he will give you what you want. Your warm walls squeeze around his fingers and he speeds up his movements, your body almost lifts completely off the sheets, a loud moan emerges from your throat as he presses his thumb to your clit and you squirt. "That's my girl, so fucking pretty for me."

Levi looks so young the last time we see him. Rounded cheeks, his usual exhausted expression gone. Instead his eyes are wide, his expression almost one of childlike excitement, matching those of the kids scattered around his chair. His wings have faded and with them the weight of the world is finally off his shoulders. He finally gets to live life on his own terms.

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

dads best friend old man!john price who meets his teammate’s young, sweet and shy little daughter when he’s invited home to have a casual dinner with his longtime friend and colleague.

he knew his friend had a daughter, he’d heard about you but he’d never seen you — and when he came in, he saw how dollish and innocent you actually looked, perched comfortably on the sofa with a strawberry lemonade in your hand and an open book on your lap, bare legs cuddled underneath your butt, thighs barely covered by your soft, flowery skirt as you were mindlessly reading your lovely book — barely of age, a little bunny minding her comfort in her little cozy space. you lifted your angelic face from your book only to be met with that military veteran, all rugged looks, intimidating with his buff and muscular body, his thick, dark hair and graying beard — unable to hide your evident blushing cheeks, blossoming into a vibrant and bright red, you only gave him a polite, timid smile, quickly darting your head down and hide behind the pages, with a fluttering heart beating fast in your chest.

john let his eyes slowly travel over your figure, the string of curious amusement pulling at the corner of his lips, making his mustache twitch slightly — such a little pretty thing you were, ribbons in your hair and big, doe eyes, you really must’ve been your father’s precious darling, looking like the most innocent bunny he’d ever seen, so young

only the voice of your father calling him from the kitchen and telling him to come have a beer with him pulled his attention away from you, and with one last lazy, shameless glance over you, he began walking steadily and confidently towards the kitchen, leaving you in flames, burning red and staring at the way the muscles of his back flexed with every movement, his broad shoulders stretching underneath his shirt — he was the most attractive and charming man you’d ever seen, mature looking and handsomely seasoned, and definitely too old, maybe even older than your own father’s age (perfect for you)

with a tiny, silent breath, you blinked down at the book again, trying to jump right back into that forbidden love story you’d been reading, and to not imagine your dad’s best friend as the main love interest, who just so happened to be too much older than the girl protagonist and more that twice her age :)

you're soooo strawberry milk coded. imagine price never in his life ever thought strawberry was anything special until he met you. suddenly everywhere he looks he'll notice anything strawberry-themed and thinks of you. suddenly he sees strawberry as something special <3 because of all the strawberry milkshakes you love to drink, the strawberry desserts, and your strawberry perfume, he's obsessed with strawberries now

this is so self projecting because you’re so right cupcake omg, all my friends call me their strawberry bunny because im obsessed with strawberries🍓 :,)) thank you bby for sending this!!

before he met you, strawberry had always only been a fruit to him, pretty and bright, yes, but simply a mere fruit. but now, ever since meeting you and becoming your daddy (your lover), he sees strawberries everywhere, and they always remind him of you. strawberries are special now, you’ve made them special. before he met you, strawberry had always only been a fruit to him, pretty and bright, yes, but simply a mere fruit. but now, ever since meeting you and becoming your daddy (your lover), he sees strawberries everywhere, and they always remind him of you. strawberries are special now, you’ve made them special.

🍓 maybe it’s the bright red color, that reminds him of how your cheeks blush when you’re with him, shy and sweet. 🍓it’s your favorite perfume, you leave a sweet sugary scent behind you anywhere you go, smelling like strawberry cake. 🍓your favorite dessert, are always made of strawberries. strawberry shortcake, strawberry tiramisu, even those drinks you love so much, like strawberry iced tea or strawberry milkshake. he’s learned them all for when you go out on a date. 🍓you have so many strawberry themed things, shirts, earrings, keychains, your phonecase, stickers. 🍓when you kiss him, he can taste the strawberry lip gloss against his lips, staining his mustache and beard. 🍓you crave them all the time, the moment spring comes, you immediately ask him to go to the grocery store to “pretty please get me a box of strawberries, daddy?” 🍓always sipping strawberry milk when you’re reading your lovely books on the bed, on the couch, even on his lap.

he just can’t help but see them everywhere now, commercials, fabric patterns at any store, random trinkets. he knows how mi h you love strawberries, and it makes him chuckle, it’s endearing really, in the most adorable way. you could literally upturn the entire world for him, even the meaning of a simple fruit.

John Price x f!Reader - Daddy kink, age gap, corruption kink

John Price who’s convinced his best friend’s daughter is flirting with him :/

John wasn’t born yesterday. He sees the way you look at him, like you’re some young, dumb thing desperate for an older man to show you how it’s done. But you’re much too naïve to realize the mistake you’ve made inviting him into your bedroom.

The neighborhood barbecue seemed like a good enough place for you to dip your feet into the water, to test his patience and fish for some sort of reaction.

Your eyes linger on his hands when he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Your pulse races when he spreads his legs wider so that your knees touch under the table.

Your fingers fidget when you notice the bulge at the front of his jeans, desperate for something you couldn’t even put into words.

Lucky for you, you won’t have to.

He’d slip his fingers under the hem of your skirt before you’d even think of begging him to do it. He’d just pull the fabric of your panties to the side and expose you right then and there, deft fingers sticky with the slick that’s been leaking from your neglected pussy since the minute he walked in.

All the while, he holds a conversation with your father across the table. Deflowering his best friend’s only daughter with one hand, while he smokes a cigar with the other.

“J-John, I—“ you’d stutter, trying to keep up appearances.

“What? Need me to get ‘ya something, sweetheart?” He’d drawl, quirking his fingers against that one precious spot just so that he can watch the way you jump in your seat.

“I—I need…” you’d flush, sweating, “I need…more.”

John, well, he just smiles, pulling your panties back over your cunt, patting your covered pussy a few times before he stands from his chair.

“More to drink?” He lies, walking towards the house, “‘Course, darling. Thought I saw an extra pitcher back in the fridge…”

Your father’s so busy keeping up with his friends that he hardly notices when you leave a few minutes later. With all the commotion out in the garden, there’s no one in the house to eavesdrop…

Well, that, or see the way that John bends you over the counter in the kitchen, yanking your panties down around your knees just so he can get himself inside your sweet pussy all the faster.

“Fuck, love,” he grunts, wrenching a handful of your hair, “Keep moaning like that, ‘n your father’ll kick me out before we get to finish…”

The slapping of his hips echoes throughout the room, belt buckle jingling where it hangs from his belt loops.

“Mm—No, John—“ you squeal, standing on your tippy toes just to push your ass back up against him all the harder, “Daddy doesn’t know. He—he can’t know…”

“Mm—Fuck, but he will, baby,” John growls, “He fucking will.”

His chest flattens over your back, cock pulsing inside of you when you fall over the edge of another orgasm.

“‘Cause when I’m done with you,” the bristles of his beard tickle your ear as he whispers, “You won’t be callin’ him daddy no more. No.”

His hips push into you hard enough you swear you’ll be left with bruises when he finally fills you up…

“That’s what you’ll be callin’ me.”

"honey, I have scars and tattoos that are older than you" I swear, my brain broke down and I read all your posts, thank you, I love you

hehe thank you teddy bear that’s my favorite line of mine as well ily ૮꒰ྀི∩ᵕ∩꒱ྀིა

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.