#sugar daddy!john

[devil-in-hidingg]

I have to get this out of my brain but John Price is the most sugar daddy to sugar daddy without even knowing it, he doesn’t just like spoiling his partners, if you are in his life and you mean something to him, you WILL get spoiled.

he spoils the boys with their pub trips, happy to just see his team relax and unwind with each other, even if sometimes that means he has to help a drunken Simon or Johnny up to their apartment, Kyle already knocked out in the back of the car waiting for his turn

Kate will get random assortments of flowers every few weeks, arrangements that make her roll her eyes with a smile playing at her lips as she flips open the card addressed to her and her wife

Nik receives the most random assortment of things, tools, clothes, cigars that Price thinks he’d enjoy, the occasional barbell set. Books that Price has recently finished that he thinks Nik would enjoy.

[merowkittie]

imagine price as your sugar daddy and his main rule he established before you two began this relationship was to not fall in love with him.

he’d given you so many reasons like how he’s always away from home, he won’t be able to care for a sweet thing like you, the age gap even though he saw how you tossed that out the window immediately (real asf), and he just doesn’t believe he’s the right one for you, that you can have men who you can easily beckon with a call over him.

so imagine the whiplash you receive when he’s so domestic towards you and acts as if you two are in a genuine relationship! it’s too hard not to fall for this man. he takes such a caring protective role over you, it’s as if he’s testing you to see if you’d really care for an old man like him. (he is and ps. you do.)

should i make this a mini series?? lmk!! ;)

[ink-n-shadow]

could I request something with plus size!reader feeling worthless and insecure and daddy dom! Ghost or Price making sure to punish/beat them for ever thinking badly about themselves?

I mean, how could they? It’s not their body, it’s Ghost’s/Price’s. You belong to him, his sweet little doll, and how dare you insult what’s his.

I love your work 🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

this is such an old request (i am so sorry for just now finishing it </3)

also i made this to coincide with my sugar daddy!price au >:)

DISCIPLINE AND DROOL

𝜗𝜚 pairing: sugar daddy!price x plus size!gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), daddy kink, impact play, dollification, insecure!reader, slight dumbification?, forced gagging, oral fixation, john referring to himself as daddy

your hips were hurting from the way you were folded over john's thighs, chest crushed against the duvet of your shared bed and your teary cheeks smeared against the silk sheets. another crack of john's calloused palm rippling against your ass had your mind blanking, lips falling open in a lewd whine as your body lurched forward against the strong muscled legs you were pinned down against.

“i tried to tell you, poppet,” john chuckled softly as his free hand curled around your jaw, tipping your chin up off the bed just enough to stuff his index and middle finger into your mouth. “don’t be mean to my little doll, right? y'remember me tellin' you that?”

john moved your chin up and down in a pathetic nod for you, cooing condescendingly at the drool spilling from the corners of your lips as your tongue lavished against his calloused fingers. his other hand massaged at the welted skin of your ass, admiring the work he’d spent the past ten minutes painting across your skin with the palm of his right hand.

a pathetic and warbled whimper of "j-john" left your lips, which was swiftly silenced by john pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth and forcing a ragged gag to rip through your chest. the intrusion had your body further wriggling against the thick muscle of john's thighs, making a throaty chuckle echo from above you.

"shhh—m'not done. be good, and let daddy finish, yeah?" john cooed in faux comfort and let his now slick fingers retreat from your mouth, smearing drool against your cheek as he gently slapped them against the blushed skin. "no more talkin' down on y'self, understood?"

the nod you gave john didn't cut it, and his hand swooped down once more to deliver one last stinging swat against your welted asscheek. "y-yes sir," you whimpered out softly as john soothed the burn with gentle caresses of your skin, the sticky tears on your face beginning to dry. “i understand…w-won’t do it again. promise!”

john hummed softly in response, taking the still slick fingers he had just stuffed into your mouth and bringing them between your thighs to pet at your empty hole. he used his other hand to spread your welted cheeks, fingers digging into the stinging fat to give him easier access to slowly push two fingers inside of you and forcing a pathetic mewl to fall from your slack lips.

“now—let's see how many times i've gotta make you fall apart 'round my fingers until y'see how pretty you are."

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[gothghostiie]

I saw this and instantly thought of price dude (or maybe konig?)

https://www.tumblr.com/narcophilia/751017297002577920

Help I'm so normal about them

the post ^

I absolutely see price like this holy shit. price being a poor single dad and barely getting along when you meet. I'm thinking he doesn't have enough money for groceries at the checkout (very cliche i know) and you happen to be behind him; and you just pay for him - he's absolutely stunned and insist you don't have to, you don't need to, but of course you do anyway. he feels bad, so bad he insist to invite you for coffee or dinner, any way to repay you.

and to his surprise you agree cause why not? he's handsome and seems really nice and his kid is adorable too. so you exchange numbers and before you know you're in his tiny apartment, eating dinner with them. the state of it breaks your heart, it's not a great part of town and you just know he doesn't have proper time to take care of it, it's a bit dirty and some stuff is broken, he tells you he can't find the time to fix it with his job demanding him like that.

you don't let on as you're there but the next day john has a handyman and cleaning service at his door - he tells them they have the wrong apartment but they show him the adress they were given - and it's his. he tells them he doesn't have the money to afford it - his eyes almost pop out when he's told they're prepaid. only when price gets the flowers delivered to his door (along with a new toy for the kid) and reads your little note the realisation sinks in. he feels bad for you spending the money but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being pampered like that.

[the-whispers-of-death]

I've been meaning to write for Sugar Daddy!Price, so here it is. This is me caving into my personal desires.

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact!! While this post is SFW, my blog isn't!!

Perhaps you're in need of more money because of your student debt, your inflated rent, or simply because you want to live a more lavish lifestyle. Either way, you find yourself one of those sugar baby websites, putting yourself out there for all potential sugar daddies to see.

It took you a few failed sugar daddies, who only wanted you for sex, to find John Price. He was a military man, which made you wary, but he seemed really sweet in his chats with you and the real kicker?

He didn't want you to have sex with him.

So despite your initial hesitance, you took up John's offer of going out to dinner with him to sort out all of the details of your arrangement. You put on the fanciest suit you owned, leaving the house and getting into the very nice car that John sent over to pick you up.

When you got to the restaurant, which was indeed as fancy as you thought it'd be, John was there to greet you. He hadn't yet gotten seated at the table, leading to him gently guiding you as you two followed the waiter to your table.

The hand he placed at the small of your back warmed you through your clothes, as if it was touching bare skin. His pressure was firm, but not too firm to feel as though he was the only one driving your footsteps forward. It was more protective than commanding.

"Here, let me get that for you," John murmured as he went to pull out your chair for you. Despite you both being men, he clearly seemed to still want to be a gentleman, pushing your chair in when you sat down.

He ordered the drinks, giving you the option of an alcoholic drink or a non-alcoholic one. As the waiter left you two to go over the menu after giving you your drinks, you found it was the perfect time to start the conversation.

You worried your lip briefly before speaking. "So you said you're not looking for sex, but what are you looking for?" you asked, curiosity dripping in your voice. "What does being your sugar baby entail?"

John smiled at your question, leaning back in his seat to look at you fully. "It doesn't entail much, I'm away on deployments most of the time. I just want someone to take out on dates and to be in my presence when I am home from deployments," he answered, blunt to the point where you were surprised by his honesty. "I don't expect you to only have one sugar daddy or even not have a boyfriend, though I will still pay you even if I'm on deployments, I just ask to have your attention when I am home."

"Too busy to date?" you teased, relishing in the way your comment made a mischievous glint sparkle in Price's blue eyes.

"I am too busy to date and most people don't want a partner who's away for months on end." John swiped a drop of wine off his bottom lip before it could fall, your eyes instinctively tracking the movement. He then refocused on you. "Sugar babies are much easier in that respect, I don't have to worry about someone not liking waiting for me because they're getting paid."

You took in his words, mulling it over in your mind as the waiter came back, taking your orders. You then glanced up at John, taking in his handsome features and the offer he was giving you.

It was so nice to know that even when he was going to be deployed, he'd still be sending you money. Part of you felt like you were cheating him out of a good service, but the part of you that craved the money couldn't care. He clearly didn't.

As the food arrived, you two continued to sort out everything, John writing things down for when he'd draw up a contract for you two to sign. The rest of the dinner went well and since he was paying you for this dinner, you offered to come back to his place despite the fact that there was no contract yet.

John thought it over a while before shaking his head and gently turning you down, kissing your forehead and placing you in the car. He bid you goodbye before closing the door, signaling to the chauffeur to drive you back home.

You had a feeling being John's sugar baby would be interesting to say the least.

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[athena-studios]

sugar daddy!John Price x fem reader.

pairing: established relationship

headcanons of Price as your sugar daddy, pretty short hc's tbh

18+ MDNI CONTENT UNDER THE CUT.

he would by you anything and everything. from shoes to hats, lingerie to sex toys.

he comes home from deployment, you would be in your newest clothes and pamper him with kisses all over his face.

after everytime you guys have sex, he would hand you his credit card and tell you to spoil yourself from doing so good. thing is, you can't walk.

which is why he is usually seen at the mall, holding your bags for you as you go to every single shop.

if you're not big on clothes and more of a book person, then the workers at barnes and nobles already know your name.

buying atleast 5 new books everytime you enter the bookstore.

even with how tired the both of you are, he still ends up cumming inside you at the end of the day.

[outromoony]

Remus "ohh this is nice" Lupin and Sirius "Do you want me to get it for you?" Black.

[ghostaholics]

no because I’m back on my bullshit about accidental sugar daddy!Price where he first runs into you at the café, one of the jobs where you’re working to make ends meet (exorbitant rent and a crippling school tuition mean a paycheck-to-paycheck life) and he’s kind of this intimidating, hulking figure (had a bad day too, probably, so he’s got a sour look on his face) who’s just come in for tea and of course; of course – you’re the one who’s tasked with making his order but now have to be the one to tell him that contrary to what the cashier rang him up for, there actually isn’t anymore earl grey

so he just says to give him whatever you think is best, which is even worse of an ordeal than the fact that you’d run out of his original order, because you’re not sure how to fulfill that request without pissing him off; and then you’re nervously waiting for his reaction as he looks like the type of bloke that would have something to say about it, so lo-and-behold, he stalks over and your palms are clammy because you might get chewed out in front of all your coworkers and the other customers but he just directly hands you a ridiculously unproportional tip to the cheap cup of tea he’d gotten with a ‘thank you’ and an utterly endearing smile that makes his face seem a hundred times warmer than when he’d first come in

and then he shows up again the next day, asking for the same drink that you’d made for him – does this like clockwork, same time every day to the point where you make the drink the moment he arrives so he doesn’t have to wait in the queue; and the tips are still ridiculous, forking over a £20 note because he’s good for it and money is money so who are you to argue with him

but then you lose your other job and have to pick up more shifts at the café, to which he finds out when he comes on a day he doesn’t know you’re working and you’re honest with him about the fact that you’ve got a 6-figure debt for medical school so after your shift, he has a talk with you, pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and offers you like £500 in notes (if it’s going to a good cause, why not – he lives alone, more money than he knows what to do with aside from sinking it into bottles of Macallan and spending it on Villa Claras) thinking that it’ll help but it’s preposterous

and he’s just like, we’ll consider it an advancement in tips for the foreseeable future and you refuse to take it but Price just says fine you can pay him back but there’s no deadline for it; and at that point your pride goes out the window because you’ve got a late rent notice waiting on your kitchen counter and you can’t afford to not take it

so eventually this thing comes to fruition where he’s funding your tuition and living expenses/bills (probably makes a joke somewhere in there about you being his doctor one day), and he’s not expecting anything in return but you feel obligated to do something because he’s the sole reason you’re not a med student bumming it out on the streets and then after months of friendship development it finally gets spicy~

𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[livingblurr]

Price spoiling is wife, who grew up very conscious of money.

When she protests, Price just smiles at her and grabs another thing she’s been eyeing and puts it in their cart.

Send tweet.

[feinv]

i love me some sugar daddy!john wick x reader that who loves to spoil the reader with designer clothes, bags,makeup etc and who is also eager to wine and dine her in the best 5 stars restaurants 🎀🎀.

sugar daddy!john wick who, after basically losing everything in his life, left with an outrageous amount of money, decides to try himself in a new role.

the two of you met in a rather fancy bar, and he was instantly drawn to your simple yet feminine nature, and after conversing just about anything that evening, you two exchanged numbers.

you would soon find yourself in designer stores, trying on different luxurious sets, while he sat in the lounge like your bodyguard and commented every time you came out of the curtains to show him your look. “you are practically glowing in that thing, darling.”

he would take you to places you were ashamed to even look at, let alone imagine the ridiculous prices, but that was his job, “don’t worry about it. you look good, i buy it.”

don’t even get me started on makeup or any care products. granted he has no idea what all those shiny palettes are for, or what those cute packages even have in themselves. but he sees how your eyes literally sparkle every time you find something useful for you, and he simply swipes his card.

one of the commonly used phrases john has is “i’m picking you up at 7, wear something red,” or whatever color is the dress code for that day. you never have to think about much when with him. you just have to look pretty while he takes care of you and everything else. he knows you love dressing up, and he always encourages you to do so, wanting you to feel as confident in yourself as you can. he would take you to the most high-class restaurants, and the two of you would try different cuisine and kitchens to find out what you enjoy the most.

expect to be surprised with holiday trips all around the world, and if you are also into cars or any other vehicles, no doubt this man would literally gift you your dream car or something. he would also teach you how to drive one if you need to!

all in all, he is just such a gentlemen, always spoiling you and treating you like a princess, he might also actually fall for you in the long run, but that’s a different story now. ;)

[bigassmoonchild]

price, who is your boss (unknowingly), inviting main team out for drinks (without you). you are there, getting medium shitfaced and see this hot guy (price) across the bar and going back and fucking him.

it continues and he even kinda becomes your sugar daddy (listening to you complain about not getting raises or time off).

until you get moved up to assist the ceo (cough cough *price*) and realize you’ve been fucking your boss and have to decide whether to stop or say fuck it and keep going with your boss (housewife??)

[merowkittie]

Sugar Baby — Capt. John Price . Prologue

summary: after a breakup with an ex, you end up on dating apps looking for someone to bring you some fun; entertainment. you happen to meet a military man, who’s looking for the same thing, but to spoil. who are you to decline his message asking if you wanted to be his sugar baby and tend to some of his needs?

warnings: abusive toxic ex / age gap (reader is like 24 in my head, price is late 30’s) / sugar daddy/baby dynamics / r calls john daddy / nsfw this get nastyyy (later on)

note: hi sweets, i’m officially writing again and i’m so excited to start this mini series with a little backstory/prologue. i will say the reader is written gender neutral (do note that i use fem images to layout settings/tones for my fics!!) and i do write my reader as black presenting esp feature wise :). i may slip up and use some feminine elements here and there but it will be overall neutral.

enjoy sweets ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

“No Cass, you don’t understand, he sat there and played in my face for 2 years! There’s nothing to be calm about.” An aggravated sigh left your mouth as the hand holding your phone shook in anger. Your knuckles were white from the grip you were holding the poor thing in. Your free hand held the bridge of your nose as you tilted your head back, resting against the tub.

Sat in your bathtub inside of the small apartment, you thought taking a nice soothing rose water bath would relax you. It did everything but that. Even with the dim lights, candles for aromatherapy, and the oils that were infused with the bath water, your nerves were high and everything was telling you to do something!

Luckily your great friend Cass was here to save the day. She was on the phone telling you to look for other options, people come and go, live life and have fun.

“There’s no use getting hung up on a man that wants nothing to do with you, babe.” she said on the other end of the phone. Cass was always the type to forget about a man the next day and fuck one the next morning and she was trying to convert you to do the same thing.

You were never like that. Simply reserved and let things come to you. One thing Cass always applauded you on was your patience but she’s seeing now how little you have left.

“I swear i should’ve listened to my gut before. You know i’m always right!”

“Always. You’re like my own personal 8 ball!” Cass giggled on the other end. “Is your gut telling you to do something specific right now?”

For a moment you stopped and tried to see if your gut was tingling and it was. Your eyes drifted to a wine bottle by your side, pink moscato.

With a hum you looked down at the bath water and thought to yourself about different things to do.

“My gut is telling me to get drunk and break this bottle over his head.” You smiled to yourself as you placed the phone on the floor, putting it on speaker and grabbing the wine bottle.

Cass laughed at the idea. Knowing her, she’d be down for that and way more. A night out with the two of you meant hangovers, no regrets, and pleasure for the whole night and maybe the morning after. “I’m down but not tonight. Mom’s over and she’s gonna go nuts if she sees me in my club outfit.” She groaned at the thought.

You chuckled at that and sighed, back to square one of figuring out what to do with a wasted night.

It was silent between the two of you for a minute, you casually sipped on the wine, thinking about how you could’ve fucked up, why he didn’t tell you how he was feeling, and who the bitch was that he cheated on you with. As far as you were aware, he had an affair with someone for a year while you two were together.

You only found out because he came home smelling like perfume that wasn’t yours and drunk talking about how he fucked someone on your last anniversary. What a loser.

“Listen, you know he was like borderline abusive to you right?” She pointed out. Reminding you on what type of person he really was. “He wouldn’t even let you hang out with me half the time. Rarely let you go out by yourself, and let’s not talk about that time i caught him hitting you during the spring party at work..”

Shaking your head, you gently massaged your temples.

When she walked in on that, you had to beg her not to call anyone or the police, in fear of what he could do to you after the fact. That day was the first time he hit you, and for some reason it continued randomly but rarely after.

Sometimes he’d pull you into him, loving you and telling you he’d always be there, then you’d do something like break a dish, hangout with Cass, or get catcalled when you’re minding your business and then the whole relationship is ruined and he’s angry. He never could control his anger properly.

“Yea.. You’re right and I only put myself through that because I thought he meant how he felt for me.. but Cass this is hard.” You took a long sip of your moscato, thinking back to how he treated you.

“I just don’t want you going through that again. I know you’re a strong girl on your own, you could totally whoop my ass.” She joked, “But let’s get over this piece of shit? I mean he really wasn’t worth it anyways. We can go clubbing soon and get hot men to buy us drinks.”

You both giggled at the idea. That was how most of your nights went. It didn’t help you two befriended like half the bouncers in the area.

“Hey babe are you down for idea time?” Cass asked.

“Yea, what’s up?”

“Ok, so I think you should get on a dating app. Don’t hate yet!—” she cut off your loud obnoxious sigh, knowing you have a disdain for those apps. “I’ll help you set your account up right now. You know what the men look like on some of these?? HOT!”

At this point you felt a tad desperate but hey, it was worth a try right? Who knows, maybe you could find someone who will treat you right for once.

“Oh god. Ok Cass.. let me prepare myself though.” You whined as you took one last big swing of your wine before picking your phone back up and downloading one of the dreaded dating apps she sent you.

She began to instruct you on how to set your account up, specific pictures to put, a bio describing yourself and etc. It was relatively easy and by the time you finished you left your bath and sat in your bedroom wrapped in a silk robe smelling like coconuts and vanilla, a night outfit, and a bonnet to hold your locs.

You bickered about some of the people you came across, who was cute, ugly, who looked like they had money, and just browsed through different options both male and female.

Cass wasn’t feeling half of the people who matched you and you weren’t really either. They either didn’t meet your tastes, not pretty in the face, or just gave bad vibes.

Until after giving up for half an hour and playing imessage games, your phone went off with a message reading.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

At first you were confused and talked it over with Cass, trying to remember who this John was and how he looked before your horny ass must’ve fast matched him.

“Wait isn’t this the dilf we were screaming over??” She said over the phone, you could tell she was getting excited.

Your eyes lit up and the gears turned in your head. While waiting for interesting people you came across a man named John Price, and his bio said how he was a man in the military looking for a potential sugar baby to talk to when he was home.

This obviously piqued your interests because the one photo he provided that showed his muscled body in a dress suit and looking away made your mouth drool in seconds.

He was a sight to take in and if he needed someone to just talk to him, you were ready.

“Oh Shit! Ok, Cass I need to lock in. I will call you back when i’m done with an update.” You promised into the mic of your phone.

She giggled and said her goodbyes before hanging up.

Now alone with this sexy man texting you, you were a bit nervous but so so excited for a possibility.

Opening the dm, you began to type.

“Hey Handsome.”

You bit your lip anticipating his incoming reply. He was quite the mystery man from the singular photo on his account and little information in his bio.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing swiping on my profile?”

A giggle left your lips like a school girl with a crush when you read the compliment. A ‘pretty thing’. It’s good to know he finds you attractive.

Y: “I liked what I saw.

It’s nice to know you think i’m pretty. <3”

J: “More than. You’re beautiful, darling.

Tell me a bit about yourself, yea?”

Y: “What do you want to know? I’m pretty much an open book. ;)”

J: “That’s good to know.

What’re you interested in?”

You began to tell John about your interests, even asking about his. The way he spoke through these messages held a tone of authority, dominance. He guided the conversation and you didn’t feel bored at all throughout your talking. He was also constantly complimenting you, praising you on things you’ve accomplished. John was pulling you in quickly, you knew you’d have to keep him around.

You learned that he’s a captain in the military and that’s it about his work life. He didn’t seem to like to speak about it too much, rather more interested in your work and social life instead. In the back of your mind was still his little comment in his bio mentioning how he was looking for a sugar baby.

And It’s like he read your mind because after a while of talking about each other he finally asked,

J: “Sweetheart, you’re really piquing my interest. You don’t got a boyfriend at home?”

Y: “Nope. Why? Interested in filling that spot?”

J: “Haha. You don’t want me, lovie.”

Y: “But what if i do?

We don’t have to be in a relationship.. We can be fuck buddies. ;)”

J: “Dirty girl.

You wanna be my sugar baby? I need a sweet naughty thing like you.”

To say you were gagged would be an understatement. You sat for a minute or two looking over the text and thinking through your head. What would this entitle? You’ve never done something somewhat scandalous like this. Though you didn’t want to make him wait and think over this way too long. So you went with that gut feeling and replied with your yes.

Y: “Only if i’m going to be spoiled with the best?”

J: “Nothing but the best and more. You don’t deserve anything less.”

Y: “Then yes. When’s our first meeting then daddy? 💋”

J: “I can take you to a bar tomorrow night. Nothing shabby, it’s fancy and I’ll say they have the best Margarita’s and Manhattan’s I’ve ever tasted.

And we can talk about some rules to establish here?”

Y: “Rules? Why not talk about them now?”

J: “I’d rather discuss all of that in person. Don’t worry your pretty head though.

Only one rule. Shouldn’t be hard yea?”

Y: “Hmm so i have to wait until tmrw?”

J: “Precisely. You should love the bar though.”

Y: “Should i get dolled up then? ;)”

J: “Yes. I’ll pick you up around 9. Send me your address and your number?”

Y: “You’re not gonna kidnap me are you captain military man?”

J: “No darling. Not looking to scare away a pretty lady.”

Y: “Hmm. Ok then. Here’s my number and address xx-xxxx xxxx.

Don’t stand me up. And don’t kidnap me!!!”

J: “Wouldn’t dream of it.

Goodnight, Baby.”

Y: “Goodnight, Handsome.”

With that you turned your phone off and closed your eyes, inhaling deeply to register the events that have just occurred. So many questions were running through your mind though so much thrill and excitement was replacing it quickly.

Was this man a blessing after such distressing weeks? Maybe this was your fun and entertainment you were looking for.

You’d have to figure that out tomorrow night.

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[ink-n-shadow]

dollification w/ sugardaddy!price where he thinks for you and dresses you up in all the clothing he spoils you in (in more ways than one ;) ) and whenever you snap out of that fuzzy mindset he's all there to hold you and anchor you back into reality i mean what

no because sugardaddy!price makes me SICKKKK😩

PRETTY DOLL

𝜗𝜚 the one where sugar daddy!price gets his doll ready for a fancy dinner

𝜗𝜚 pairing: sugar daddy!price x reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: no smut but adult themes (minors—DNI), dollification, slight dumbification?, soft dom!price, price just being in complete control, so unedited

sugar daddy!price loves nothing more than dressing his little doll, fingers ghosting up your spine as he zips up dress and sponges gentle kisses up your throat. it’s one of the new ones he had just bought you, expensive price tag laying crumpled on the floor at your feet as he spins you around to face him.

“y’look good, doll,” price murmurs softly and reaches behind him to pick up is still lit cigar the its porcelain ashtray, taking a mouthful of vanilla-tinged smoke and breathing it out across your exposed skin as his hand caresses your hip gently. “think y’should wear the louboutins tonight.”

you don’t even argue, simply dipping your chin down in a demure nod as you lean forward to bury your face into price’s hairy chest. the gesture makes a lithe chuckle leave his lips, his free hand skirting up your body to card through your hair gently. “sit on the bed f’me, doll. i’ll get ‘em for you.”

you let price push you back onto the foot of his expansive king-sized bed, leaning back on the palms of your hands and blinking dumbly as you wait for price to return. when he appears from the walk-in closet, designer heels in hand, you sit up eagerly with a lovesick smile stretched across your lips.

as always, price places his cigar between his teeth as he (rather slowly) falls to his knees between yours, calloused palm dragging up your calf to remind you to put your leg up for him. with practiced ease, price slips the heel onto your foot, adjusting the straps as necessary and sponging more prickly kisses up your leg with a soft hum.

“whatcha think of ‘em, doll? they pretty enough?” price murmurs into the lotioned skin of your other calf as he slips the other shoe onto your other foot, eyes fluttering up to meet your glazed ones. when you simply answer with a dazed nod, he’s clicking his tongue and pushing up onto his knees, one hand continuing to adjust the straps of your heels and the other pushing your cheeks into a soft pout. “c’mon…use y’words, sweetheart.”

john’s words make a soft whine leave your lips, trying halfheartedly to pull away from the grip he has on your cheeks as your glossy eyes flutter down to meet his.

“mhm. really pretty, daddy,” you breathe shyly as you glance down at your feet, admiring the nearly thousand dollar heels now adoring your body. "do you think m'pretty?"

they aren’t the most expensive article of clothing on your body (hell, the dress you’re wearing has to be a couple thousand), but they might be the prettiest, a sleek white with swarovski crystals lining the straps and the classic red bottom sole glinting in the light. not to mention the expensive lingerie hidden beneath your dress, or the diamond jewelry littering your skin.

john brings you out of your floaty headspace by tugging you up to your feet, hands finding the slopes of your hips to stand you upright and push down the skirt of your dress that had ridden up. he moves a hand up to push the stray strands of hair that had fallen into your vision, tucking them behind your ear with a gentle sweep of his calloused thumb.

"mhm—always think you're the prettiest doll in the world. now c'mon, we're late for our dinner reservations."

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Sugar Daddy!Price

This is a masterlist of everything for Sugar Daddy!Price. This Reader is male.

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

First Meet-Up

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Price is the kind of mischievous little shit that would look up the Russian word for "daddy"- папочка (papochka) - and moan it while Nik is going to town just to see his reaction.

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Sugar Daddy!Price

This is a masterlist of everything for Sugar Daddy!Price. This Reader is male.

First Meet-Up

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!