You're Soooo Strawberry Milk Coded. Imagine Price Never In His Life Ever Thought Strawberry Was Anything

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

Hi! Happy New Year's eve! I love everything u write btw. ♥️

oh ladybug thank you thank you thank you so much for the kind words!! I appreciate it sm, and happy New Year’s Eve to you as well, I wish you the happiest new year!! my dms are always open if you’d like a friend in me🤍

God listening to mens prayers: thank you son for talking to me, don’t worry, I’ll help you with this situation <3

God listening to womens prayers: oh my me my sweet, beautiful daughter love of my heart of course whatever you want, absolutely I will, let me write it down so I can answer as quick as possible, what else do you want my princess? here just have faith see? poof done !!! <33 most beautiful thing I’ve ever created, your dad loves you !!

@ always tired and cold anon CHECK YOUR THYROID!! It could be hypothyroidism (and if it is, check your antibodies because it’s very likely hashimoto’s and needs to be addressed asap)

dolphin anon read this🐬!!! please take care of yourself and make sure to go to the doctor if you’re still not feeling well my love I’ll pray for your health💕

young, innocent and soft bunny reader crying on sugar daddy!old man john price’s lap because she doesn’t want to learn how to pay taxes and run grown ups’ errands and john just wiping away her tears with his rough fingers but with a dumbfounded look because “doll, you never had to and never will???” you can just be his little princess, his lap bunny, and let your big, strong old man handle all the adult stuff ;,(

purposefully teasing price when the bars busyyy🫣 bending over the tables at the bar insisting that you’re just trying to scrub a stubborn spot on the table. maybe leaning too close against the bar and the customers can’t help but stare. And John is pissed at them, not his baby of course. Wearing a little Henley with a lace cami and the tiniest skirt aahahhhhh

oh my gosh im absolutely feral over this, love this request sm help me im short circuiting—

🍓| warnings: slightly suggestive and smutty, fem!sugar baby reader, sugar daddy!bar owner price, he’s in is 40s and reader is 21, LAARGE age gap cause it’s my fav thing, lolie.

you are the subbiest bunny to daddy!price, a blushing, obedient good girl that shies away from every single glance, word and action of his — he’s so dominant and authoritative, you get like putty in his hands :(( but every once in a while, you decide to use your innocence against him.

the bar’s veery busy, swarming with people and huddled with costumers, you and price haven’t even had time to be loveydovey yet :,(

wearing the new cutest little Henley shirt, with lace cami and a lil ribbon in the middle, and the tiniest, shortest skirt in your wardrobe, you serve drink after drink, walking carefully to prevent yourself from tripping on your heels.

price looks at you from the counter, leaning over it and keeping his eyes steady on you, as if he was studying the target’s every move on the field — he notices the way you bend over the few empty seats, slightly lifting a heeled foot up as you try and scrub a beer stain on the surface, and his eyes can’t help but fall on you bottom, the way it’s barely covered by the material, and it always happens to face towards his direction.

his hand grips the glass hard, the veins of his hand bulging at how tight he’s holding it, and he has to contain himself because if he breaks it, you’ll have more work to do.

or when you lean over the bar, too close to the costumers for his liking. He knows you’re an innocent, good girl, you’d never play around with fake flirting with others, because you find it immature and unfair. But you’re so damn sweet and polite — gosh, always smiling nicely at costumers and casually chatting with them, they’re naturally drawn to you, the sunshine of the bar.

when you lean closer to hear their order over the loud 70’s rock music, their eyes wander, and price wished he could hold them by their collar and escort them outside, kicking them out just for looking at you a way he didn’t approve.

oh, but you notice the effect you have on him, it makes you blush, giggle girlishly to yourself, the way he stands like a hawk, shamelessly staring at you while he seeps his drink — knowing you’re his, and he has you all to himself.

you often pretend to stumble on your own, while carrying a light tray, just as you walk past by so he can wrap his arm around your waist and catch you, helping you balance yourself. “ooopsie, sorry, sir” you blink sweetly, smiling at him and strolling away towards the table, his eyes fixed on that damn mini skirt that he doesn’t know wether to love or hate.

when he finally decides to take a seat on a stool, a tactical seat to keep a keen eye on the entire room, facing the crowdy tables, you decide to play a lil game — you need your notebook that’s laying next to him, so why not bend over his lap, stretching to grab it, giving him a full close up view of your butt?

but he’s had enough. He grabs you harshly by the waist, tugging close until you almost trip for real this time, and find yourself plopped onto his lap.

“im done with your little games, sweetheart, quit playing” he mutters against your ear, lowly, deeply and roughly “practically begging daddy to take you, mmh, doll? you’re having fun?”

you shiver at the threatening voice, and you look at him innocently, but before you can say anything, he gives your hips a warning squeeze. “stop teasing me or you’ll end up being spanked here, on the counter, and you know I’ll do it.”

captain price was a man full of energy, he had no intention of retiring anytime soon — his role as a captain, a soldier, a leader who could make anyone tremble in their tracks with a single lowly spoken order, or even a glance of his eyes. Intimidating, gruff, charismatic, he thrived on the effect he had on anyone. Such an important and authoritative man deserved a distraction though, something to indulge his free time in, something he could use his dominance for without needing to hold a rifle or a weapon.

what other way than teaming up with his mates, his good ol’ soldiers, to open up a bar. Not any local bar, nothing as filthy and disgusting as the ones you could find hidden all over the secretive streets of London. No, something classy, something quiet, neat, where busy people like him could spend some spare time drinking whiskey and smoking cigars, to embrace a oh, so deserved break from his intense job. Once opened, bar “141” had found itself a brooding, bulky captain as owner and — therefore — boss.

and when the sweet, shy, innocent girl who’d been looking for a part time job to pay off her student loans found the newly-opened bar, what better opportunity than trying to walk past her shyness and actually ask if they “needed someone to serve drinks, sir?”

and who was captain price, a true gentleman, to deny that delicate, innocent bunny who’d stumbled upon his bar and was now looking up at him with her doe, shimmering eyes? Oh he could use a pretty thing like her, just having her walking around those walls would be enough. He’d make sure she was safe and settled, taken care for.

“need anything you have to offer me, sweet thing. Welcome to 141”

I can't keep it to myself anymore. I need to tell you this, to get UT off my chest.

I think you're the CUTEST, most ADORABLE human being ever. You're so cutee and I love reading your little fics and I want to eat you whole. Bet you taste like strawberries.

Sorry if that came out creepy but I can't keep it to myself. The cuteness aggression I feel towards you is too much and I just want to hug you till you pop

Again I'm sorry if that sounds creepy and I hope you have a beautiful day/night as your beautiful self♡♡♡♡

nghhhHHHH oh my gosh you have no idea how much i appreciate this message butterfly <3 im blushing so so hard— i do in fact taste like strawberries lol!! thank you im genuinely flattered thank you sweet cupcake ily ily ily!!! im such a physical and affectionate girl i could hug anyone all day long. do you wanna be frenss 🐇

I pray you’re overwhelmed by the perfect love and abundant grace of Christ Jesus as you call upon His name, surrender all pride, doubts or fears and depend on Him.💗

God bless you, pookie.

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 :(“