Happy Easter, Bunny!

your blog is so cuuute!! hop hop hop!! it makes me think of price absolutely loving to have his hands on you at any given moment you two are together because he is all rough and hard edges so you're like his little bunny stress ball he can squish squish squish <3

ohhh my goshhh yesss his hands are on you all the time, calloused from his heavy labor in the military, used to holding and carrying heavy weapons and rifles — they’re thick, large, heavy and hairy over the wrists, and you love his fingers, rough and warm and often ringed

he’s always groping you though ;(<3 squeezing your chin, pinching your cheek, when you’re sitting on his lap, his hands are always trialing up and down your inner thighs, massaging the skin and squeezing it like his personal stress bunny ball ;( under your skirt, tracing a path from your thigh all the way down to your knee, and then back up again — he does it so casually, a firm, lazy, non sexual reminder of his dominance over you, or to relax with something soft and squishy.

when he walks past you, he always slides his arm around your waist and hip, giving you a gentle squeeze before strolling away to wherever he’s headed to, or when someone calls for him, he puts his large hands on your waist, bending his arms and softly moving you to the side, muttering a “be right back, love”

bunnies love being pet on their cheeks and on their butts. same goes for you. you love when he holds your red, blushing warm cheeks with both his hands, feeling every scar and skin texture of his healed wounds against your face as he squeezes them together, the cold metal of his rings almost leaving his print on your skin “look at my sweet, good girl..”

when you’re working behind the bar and he walks by, he always lands a delicate smack on your butt, making you joint and blush, glaring at him “daddy! hey!”

“what? am i not allowed to touch my bunny?”

you’re his personal squishy toy.

“stop that, a costumer might come in” you quickly try to regain composure, rummaging back with the cups to make sure every glass is neatly placed, your long hair covering the way your cheeks are burning bright and red. “angel, i own this place, i can do whatever i want with my little girl if i want to”

or let’s say you’re reading your lovely books on his lap while he’s working on some military top secret paperwork, one hand is busy writing down and the other one is on your legs, swinging on his sides — he just needs to have his hands on you aaaall the time, brushing your hair, caressing it, squishing your waist, your hips, because he’s so tough and grumpy and rough around the edges and you’re just so malleable and soft like a stuffie :(

Sugar daddy!price x fem!reader (bar owner series)

🎂 warnings: suggestive at the end, minors dni please, laaaarge age gap (price is in his 40s and reader is 21) <3

if price found out you haven’t been eating since breakfast this morning and are currently starving, he’d be mad. Not at you, but for you. so, like a sweet, good little girl that wished not to burden him with concern, you rush behind the counter, to the back storage room next to his office — a quick snack, that’s what you’re going to indulge into.

your hands carefully dig into your backpack, and as you take out the piece of strawberry shortcake you bought on the way back from college, you make a little hop on the spot — barely able to contain excitement.

your fingers work hastily to remove the paper and plastic from the box, and the scent of sweet, sugary whipped cream and strawberries fill your nose. You smile to yourself as you gather some whipped cream with your finger and bring it your lips.

you scarcely contain a silent moan when the sugar melts in your mouth like a cloud of sweetness, as if heaven itself decided to reveal its secrets.

“gosh it’s so good” you murmur, bringing another whitened finger to your lips, mouth already half filled with the previous bite.

“oh you are indeed”

you startle in your own tracks when you hear the low, deep voice from behind you, like a little bunny getting caught feasting on a farmer’s carrot land.

turning towards the door, you find john, his imposing, muscular figure looking down at you with his signature lazy, amused smirk. Your eyes fall on his flannel shirt, the first buttons are languidly left untied, allowing you a stolen glance of his hairy chest, his pectorals that make your mouth water as much as the long forgotten piece of cake in your hands.

dumbfounded, you blink up at him twice, swallowing down the remaining mushy cake you stopped chewing on upon seeing him. Your cheeks grow red, sunrise reflecting on them with how bright and warm they look.

“Sir, uhm…i was, i was-“ you struggle to compose yourself, lowering your hands as he slowly begins to strade over you, the familiar scent of cologne and tobacco mingling with your vanilla perfume.

“hungry? can see that, angel,” he whispers, clearly entertained by your shyness. A lazy, seductive smile appears on his visage like a natural decor, one you’ve never seen him not wearing since meeting you.

once he’s close enough to tower over you, his graying, dark beard catches your attention, his mustache and salt and pepper hair, the way the muscles of his hairy forearms bulge with every move, everything about him screams strong masculinity, control and dominance.

he lifts up a hand towards your face, and you hold your breath as he uses his calloused thumb to wipe some whipped cream off the corner of your glossed lips. He brings the digit to his own mouth, licking the cream off his finger — the sight makes the pit of your stomach twist, a warm knot tightens in your belly and roots all the way down between your thighs.

you have to slowly place the cake down on a nearby surface otherwise you’d make it drop.

he licks his mustache, his sharp, intense eyes fleck to you, studying silently and carefully every single reaction he could get and read off you, “it does taste good though doll, you’re right,”

his voice deepens, a baritone that sounds gruff and heavy, and you involuntarily hide your hands behind your back, gently holding onto the edge od the table. With a slow, deliberate movement, he brings his licked finger down, underneath your skirt, and presses it against your clothed clit.

as if a spark shot through you, you almost squeak, a muffled whimper leaves your lips, an unfamiliar sound that your own ears don’t recognize. He keeps his eyes on you, lid and thin, as he slowly brushes it over your panties,

“but I’m sure when I finally get a taste of you, you’ll taste even sweeter” his words sound like a growl, an impatient promise.

he knows you’re a sweet, young, inexperienced, untouched girl, and as much as he was a gentleman, as much as he wanted to handle you cautiously, like a porcelain doll that could break in a heartbeat and needed the best care and attention, he almost took you right there when you gave him those doe, shy eyes.

“I know you’re impatient, sweet girl, but daddy will make it worth the wait”, he thinks you deserve more that a stolen moment in the midst of the chaos, of a working day, and he knows you want him to be rough, to be hard on you. “let daddy take you out to dinner tonight, and then you can give this old man some sugar, mmh?”

you can only nod, words stuck in your throat unable to come out, but your eyes gleam in the softest and most innocent way, you don’t know if you want to drop to your knees, and beg him to do whatever he wanted, or to grab your piece of cake back and hide behind the counter.

bunnies were shy creatures, eager for affection, love and attention but timid when under their owners’ loving gaze. If you weren’t careful, they might just hop away and hide shyly.

..but a little bunny like you needs to be trained into being the perfect, sweetest good girl first. And he is a man of discipline, he knows how to wait.

i pray for peace to wash over my heart like waves on the shore. i pray for more patience, more warmth, move love, to fill me up. i pray for contentment over complaining. i pray for a calm acceptance of what God’s plan is for me. i pray you feel God’s energy when you’re around me.

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.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ random domestic scenes with old man sugar daddy!john price ⋆˚✿˖°

he snores. gosh you can’t stand it. at night, during your nighttime prayer, you hope to fall asleep before him so you won’t hear him snoring — but it rarely happens. in the middle of the night, you toss over and over on the side of the bed, until you let out a heavy sigh and practically shake his heavy, muscular and bulk body with your hand, “daddy. daddy. stop snoring, please, I can’t sleep.”

and when the sound gets too loud, you stand up silently, taking one of your plushies with you and go sleep on the couch.

if price wakes up and doesn’t find your tiny, young body next to his, he mutters something with his groggy, deep grouchy voice and comes straight to the living room, finding you curled up with a stuffie and a peaceful look on your face — but he can’t allow his pretty, little princess to sleep alone and leave her old, grumpy daddy alone in bed :( so he picks you up effortlessly with only one arm and carries you back to the bed, making sure he doesn’t wake you up so you won’t hear him snore again.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light…

some sort of miscommunication between price and reader where he’s stressed out and constantly checking his phone for updates for a case that’s been getting to him for months. Reader’s confused and overthinking why he’s constantly checking his phone and acting anxious even around her. Is there another girl? Are you assuming an exclusive relationship when he isn’t? He is just your sugar daddy, he’s using you and you’re using him, why are you questioning the dynamic now? This leads to her realising she wants to be committed and exclusive with price.

this THISSS is my favorite request so far. stop. i just want daddy price to be all mine mine mine and think about me me me only

you know price is a busy man, between being the captain of a military secret service unit and owning a bar, you are aware of the many responsibilities he carries. But lately, he’s been just too far off. Constantly checking his phone, always on different calls with mysterious people he cannot tell you about, you can’t help but worry.

undoubtedly, you trust him blindly and completely — but you’re also just a sensitive, vulnerable little girl. Since he’s always been able to dedicate you his full time and attention, why has he been so nervous and stressed around you lately? has he been hiding something from you?

you notice he’s not fully listening to you when you talk, hands always holding that phone instead of your waist or hand, always running a large hand through this dark, salt and pepper hair, a weary and bothered look on his face, something serious has to be on his mind.

you trust him, so why are you suddenly so concerned and afraid? what if he started talking to another girl? maybe he’s seeking a different girl’s attention? maybe that’s why he’s always checking his phone for something that you can’t know about. that thought alone makes your tummy heavy with a tight knot, and you want to cling to his leg and beg him to just be your daddy and yours alone.

has he gotten tired of you? has he found another girl to be his sugar baby? you’ve always considered your relationship to be exclusive, only between you and him, but maybe you’ve given it too much more importance and consideration than him? It started off as a plain convenience, him paying for your college, pampering and providing for everything you needed and wanted, and you giving him affection, the company of a young, pretty girl, a warm heart and a warm body to bury himself in.

but you have wanted more from the start — gosh, you know you’re practically in love with him, you want to be his only girl, you want him to be fully satisfied, focused and interested in you alone, his forever little princess :( you want him to be in love with you, that’s it.

you reading alone on his bed and him spending time in his dark office, scrambling with paperwork, you could understand, but that damn phone? gosh, he keeps waiting for someone to text him, keeping it with him all day long, and you start overthinking so much that you just want to cry your fragile little heart out, like a poor soft bunny that feels neglected by her owner.

and when you saw his phone lit up with a notification from a certain Kate, you felt your heart sink — he muttered a low, heavy “fuckin’ finally” and stood up, leaving the room to take another call, leaving you with a wobbly chin.

poor bunny you just don’t know that he’s been stressing for a complicated mission that he’s been following, and that has been getting to him for months now :(

when he came back, he found you on his spot, sitting ever so cutely with your legs underneath your bum, twirling your hair around your fingers, nervously — you looked up at him with doe, puppy eyes and took a little breath before saying “sir, you don’t..you’re not hiding something from me, are you?”

he immediately looked at you in the most disoriented way, the wrinkles behind his eyes stretching, and before you could open his mouth, you sat upright, unable to stop your anxious words to spill out. “I just- im sorry, you’re always on your phone and i get scared, please tell me you don’t have another girl, im in love with you, sir, and-“

john, having years and years of experience behind his back, having learnt how to stay calm and collected in every situation, slowly walked up to you, giving you a relaxed, slightly entertained expression.

with a slow, deliberate movement , he picked you up effortlessly, like you weighted nothing, and placed you on top of the nearest surface — you squeaked, but your eyes were still soft and preoccupied, cheeks red and warm.

“doll,” he called your name with a firm, reassuring tone, as if to placate your worrying thoughts — he took your chin between his fingers, lifting it upwards with his thumb to meet your sugary, saccharine eyes. “listen to me”

he held your chin up with his large hand, your own finding the edge of the table and gripping it. “I’ve been spending more time with my phone because im following a difficult case, and have been waiting for any update for over a month now, princess”

the roots that had clenched your heart slowly started to dissolve into tiny, light sprouts. oh.

“but..you’re always nervous and distant, I thought-“

“what did we say about letting your thoughts wander too much, love?” he squeezed your chin, giving you a lecturing look that made you tremble for a different reason, his tone was reassuring but surfaced into a lecturing one. “mmh? answer me, angel”

“that I have to..” you felt like a little lamb under his intense gaze, like a a little girl being scolded by her father when she almost got hurt and made him worry :( “..come talk to you when it happens, sir”

“exactly, good girl, sweetheart, you come talk to daddy, and don’t overthink your pretty little head”

“didn’t wanna make you upset..” you mumbled softly, his thumb stroking your bottom lip.

“you never make daddy upset, baby. I can’t tell you about my missions doll, they’re state secrets...” his eyes followed the motion of his ginger against your plush lips. “but the person I’ve been talking on the phone with is Kate, our station chief” his lips twitched into a little amused grin, you’re just so young, so naive and sweet, getting all possessive of him :(

“so you don’t…” you trailed off, blinking up at him. “I don’t have another girl, pup. Never dream of it while I have the sweetest, prettiest treat here” he chuckled, a deep, warm and rich sound.

“next time you worry, come to daddy and talk to me. Im sorry I’ve been too busy and occupied with work lately, sweetheart, but you’re the only girl in my heart and in my bed. You’re my one ‘n only sugar baby.” he pulled your chin and planted a heavy kiss on your lips.

“and about that little slip out of yours…” he grinned against your lips, making your face grow red, flame up instantly. “say that again f’me? daddy’s getting old, didn’t hear it well”

“that i…i’m in love with you..?”

oh of course price knew you loved him. He could tell since the first time you had laid your sweet, honeyed eyes on him that you were lovestruck. Part of him was surprised a young, innocent thing like you could spare interest for a worn, old war dog like him.

well, the other part was smug about it, he was a confident, cocky man, and he thrived on the effect he had on you — his own little princess.

“yeah, that, princess, you’ve got me wrapped around your lil finger, havent you? make this old bastard all hooked,” he’s completely drawn to you, even if he’s reluctant to admit it outright.

“you’re gonna make me marry you if im not careful enough, steal my heart, my wallet, and now my last name”

Don’t let shame distract you from the immense love Jesus has for you! He loves you so much! More than you could ever imagine. Nothing you could do or have done could ever separate you from His love!💗💫

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

Jesus replied: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.” This is the first and greatest commandment.

And the second is like it: “Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."

Matthew 22:36-40 (NIV)

just read your bio and omg… twin? just spent 30 min scrolling through your blog and omg…. twin? wait i already said that oops

hope you have a great day god bless🤍🎀

God bless you too angel muffin ily twin!!🤍🎀