#sugar price

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Sugar Prices Drop by Tk10 per Kg Amid Low Market Demand

The retail price of sugar in Bangladesh has decreased from Tk135 per kilogram to Tk125-127, reflecting a reduction of Tk8 to 10 per kilogram. This decline is also observed in the wholesale market, according to Md Anwar Hossain Chowdhury, Joint Secretary of the Bangladesh Sugar Dealer Business Association. Muhammad Nur-e-Alam, Manager of Production at the Bangladesh Sugar and Food Industries…

[livenews24x7hindi]

चीनी खरीदना होगा महंगा! खाद्य सचिव ने दी ये अहम जानकारी

चीनी सीजन 2023-24 में चीनी उत्पादन 32 मिलियन टन होने का अनुमान है, जो पिछले सीजन के 32.8 मिलियन टन से कम है, लेकिन 27 मिलियन टन की घरेलू मांग को पूरा करने के लिए पर्याप्त है। चीनी खरीदना महंगा हो सकता है। दरअसल, केंद्रीय खाद्य सचिव संजीव चोपड़ा ने शनिवार को कहा कि सरकार अगले कुछ दिनों में चीनी के न्यूनतम बिक्री मूल्य (एमएसपी) को बढ़ाने पर फैसला ले सकती है। अखिल भारतीय चीनी व्यापार संघ (एआईएसटीए)…

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[leastrife]

Don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that Kaz Brekker nearly shifted the economy of Ketterdam

Like if the crows managed to ruin all of Van Eck’s silos and taken out a large huge amount of the sugar supply. That’s not something that will go down anytime soon it would take years for sugar to go back to the price it was to match up with supply and demand.

This 17 year old kid who likes dogs and can never figure out how to talk to his crush. Kaz “I protect my investments” Brekker almost caused a complete disruption in the stock market and with how strongly Ketterdam is built on their economic system-

Please I need someone else who think economy is a really cool topic to understand just how much that’s insane. A 17 YEAR OLD NEARLY CAUSED A SHORTAGE OF A HIGH DEMNAD COMMODITY ITEM.

Kaz would go insane in America

[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 >:)

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."

[rodolfoparras]

I need to be Price’s big scary dog (yes I know Ghost exists but lemme dream for a minute for gender reasons).

Imagine being this huge hulking figure that’s constantly his shadow, teeth bared, ready to snap at anyone who dare cross him.

But also. Being his good boy, his good pup, and being allowed to fuck him senseless. Him muttering slurred praises as you fuck into him, pinning him underneath your weight as you breed him.

He really do got that dog in him and that dog is me ‼️

Anygays! I hope you are doing well and hydrating and resting :3

- 🐺

Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, taking in problematic soldiers to give them a second chance.

When he first read your files all he could see was people describing you as a merciless beast but instead of being horrified, Price had been intrigued.

He couldn’t help but wonder what made the beast tick and if he could use it to his own advantage.

So he had you flown out to base, escorted all the way to his office with guards leading you there.

Price had been quick to send the guards away. They’d been hesitant at first unsure if the captain should be left alone but eventually they did leave.

Price had walked up to you, cupped your cheek, and pulled you closer to inspect you throughly

And instead of biting his head off, like anyone would have expected you to do, you were quiet as ever while keeping your head bowed.

Good boy, he thinks to himself. I’ll train you well

And trained you he did, whenever you dared bare your teeth at him, he’d have you down on all four before shoving his cock down your throat, all while keeping a boot clad foot on your clothed crotch. You’d be muttering apologies with your lips wrapped around his dick while your own dick weeped under his boot clad feet.

Whenever you refused to listen to his commands he’d tie your arms and legs to the bed while using a toy on himself. You wouldn’t be able to touch him, hell sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him, only being able to hear the sounds of pleasure slipping past his lips and the obscene squelching sounds that echoe throughout the room as he fucks himself on the dildo.

You’d beg and plead to see him, to fuck him, promising you can make him feel better than the toy can but he wouldn’t listen to any of it, smiling at the tears trickling down your cheek while he rides the plastic dick “that’ll teach you to listen to what I say”

And maybe just maybe if you’ve been good enough he’ll let you fuck him, listening to the pathetic sound escaping your lips as he lines your cockhead up with his puckered rim, watching the way you go from setting a steady pace with your hips to erratically thrusting into him, before he feels you spill inside him

“s good so good- thank you sir - thank you so much”

[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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[bisexualiteaa]

My Heart Belongs to Daddy ❤️‍🔥💕

Sugar Daddy John Price x Sugar Baby Fem Reader (Angst and fluff!!)

CW: established relationship, sugar daddy/sugar baby to lovers, slight deviance from game, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of violence, stalking, self defense, mention of restraining order, mention of trauma/PTSD, mentions of anxiety, implied smut, reader is now safe and spoiled, John is a gentleman, angst with fluffy ending, cursing, possible grammar and spelling errors.

AN: just a random thought that came to me one night and thought it was just too fitting not to write about! Hope y’all enjoy! ♥️

You considered yourself to have it pretty good all things considered. You lived in a house you rarely ever had to pay rent for, with a handsome, older man who happily paid your bills to the point you didn’t even need to work anymore. He asked that you didn’t in fact. Not because he didn’t want you to have one, but because he wanted to spend all of his rare, but hard earned, free time with you when he was home. It wasn’t often that he was home, between missions in other countries, and long hours, he just wanted more time to spend with you. He gave you all the money you could ever need and then some, and took pride in treating you like a princess because in his eyes, you were one. You were his perfect princess, his beautiful girl. You wanted that cute dress from the store up the street? It’d be yours the next day at the latest. You wanted a pretty pair of shoes to go with it? You would find them in a box, with a cute little bow tied on top, on your bed within the week. You wanted to go on a nice date somewhere? He’d make a reservation that night for the both of you and tell you to get all dolled up. Granted, you never actually asked him for much. All of his gifts were usually bought because he watched you inspect them then place them back after looking at the price tag, or simply because he thought that whatever it was would just look so lovely on his precious girl. He would cave into getting you, or doing anything for you, the moment he would hear you speak of it passionately. At the end of the day, John was a simple man, he merely craved to see your pretty eyes light up with joy and that sweet little smile stretch across your lips upon receiving his gifts. All he wanted in return was your company and love, seeing you sport the outfits he bought you was just a bonus.

You had only taken him up on his offer of being his sugar baby in the beginning because you knew him well enough for it to not be weird or uncomfortable. He was a frequent customer of yours at your old job, someone you spent a lot of time talking to, getting to know, and becoming close to. You knew a lot about him, just as he knew a lot about you. You knew about how he was in the military, how he could be gone for long periods of time on missions in other countries, that he was rather lonely despite constantly being around the people he worked with. John is a very nice man, it almost took you by surprise just how nice he was compared to the men you’d been with in the past. He was always polite, always kind and considerate despite the hell he’s seen out on missions. Every conversation you had with him was like speaking to a life long friend, it all came so natural and in the years he’d come to know you at your job, you two had grown to be very good friends. Good friends turned into hanging out outside of just seeing him at your work, which turned into getting each other’s phone numbers to stay in contact while he was away, which turned into late nights at the bar together on occasion and as time went on, it slowly grew into something more romantic. John liked you a lot, which was good for you because you so happened to have the biggest crush on him and you desperately needed out of the house you shared with an abusive ex at the time. It seemed to be something that worked out well for the both of you, and it brought you comfort in knowing that he wasn’t icky like some other men who look for sugar babies were. When John recommended it to you, you knew sex wasn’t the motive. You saw in his eyes the rage that burned like a forest fire when you’d told him about your awful ex and some of the terrible things he’d done, but also the sea of genuine concern and sympathy. So you took him up on it. All he ever asked for in return was someone to occupy and upkeep the house while he was away, and to keep him company when he was home. Of course, you’d come to grow into being more than just his sugar baby over time, but his girlfriend now fiancé, and you both could agree that it’s been a wonderful four years since that day.

The first time this man showed you actual genuine kindness while living with him, you nearly cried. You were so used to living with someone who didn’t give a shit about you or your well-being, that when John asked you things as simple as what things you would like from the store if he was out grocery shopping, or if he was out getting something to eat from somewhere, how he would offer to bring you back something or stop somewhere you liked to get you food, it left you completely floored. He was super protective of you as well, hardly letting you out of his sight when you were out together in new places you’d never been before or in overly crowded places. John always had a protective arm looped around your waist, both as a way to show you off to the world because how could he not? But also to keep you close to him should anything unsavory come about while you’re out together. He of course walks on the outside part of the sidewalk too. He treasures you, adores you, and he always wanted to make sure you were safe and happy. He didn’t care what lengths he had to go through to do so, or what hate he would get in the process for being older than you, or for spoiling you, he would do it all in the blink of an eye with absolutely no questions asked. It was the complete opposite of what you were used to while having lived with your ex, and he started to pick up on that within the first year of living with you. He hated the way you would flinch away anytime he would bring down something from the cabinet in front of you, or how you would flinch when he would touch you at first. It pained him to see just how terribly you were being treated to the point that it was a reflex. He knew you were in a really bad spot with the guy, but he had no idea it was this bad. He would never pry however, knowing that the past can be a very traumatic place, and all he wanted for you was to be happy and healthy and know that you were safe with him now. He would be there for you in your moments of need, kiss it better, be a shoulder to cry on, assure you that you were protected and never have to worry about that asshole ever again. Whatever you needed, he would have it there for you. Taking him up on this whole arrangement had been the best thing to ever happen to the both of you.

He was always awake before you, even on the weekends and his time off, he was up between six and seven am almost on the dot, on his way to make himself a cup of tea to start the morning off. You felt it as he stirred from his sleep, between the dips in the mattress as he leaned over to kiss your cheek before rolling out of bed, to the shift of the covers being placed solely over your naked form to keep you warm whilst he was no longer beside you. It was what eventually had pulled you from your sleep, not that you really minded too much. You were never a morning person, but you strongly disliked the way the bed got cold without him there with you, and you’d much rather enjoy spending time in his company than sleep all day anyway. You gave a yawn as you finally peeled your eyes open, hearing him chuckle. You hated being up early, but he made early mornings far more tolerable over the years. “G’mornin’ sunshine” he spoke, his already deep and gravelly voice having an even deeper rasp to it when he first woke up. You gave a hum, always loving the sound of his sleepy voice, paired with the way he was in nothing but boxers was even better. “Good morning indeed” you answered through soft giggles as you sat up and drank in his form before he slipped on his robe. He chuckled at your disappointed whine in response to him covering up. “Clearly I didn’t do you in as much as I thought I did last night if I’m gettin’ a response like that” he joked, snagging your robe from the back of the bathroom door and helping you slip it on as you climbed out of bed with him. He kissed your cheek sweetly as he did, making you blush and smile up at him before offering him an actual kiss. “Oh no, my legs are absolutely wrecked, but it certainly is never a hard sight when I’m looking at you, love. Can’t help it but want more” you replied, your tone dripping with lust as you giggled into the kiss that was already starting to get a little heated. He could feel your hands roaming beneath the fabric of his robe, cascading along every inch of his skin you could reach. The way your soft but smaller fingers danced along his chest and stomach lit his every nerve ending on fire, making it harder and harder to not obey the throb setting in between his legs. “Careful sweetheart, y’ know how I get in the mornin’s” he said into your kiss, making you giggle then let out a sound almost akin to a purr. “Oh I’m well aware, daddy” you replied suggestively, tacking on the title at the end, something you only ever used in the bedroom or when you were in a mischievous mood, making him chuckle again as he continued to kiss you. “You say that again and I’m not responsible f’ what happens next, luvie” he replied in warning, his hands soon resting on your hips, keeping you close to him as you grinned up at him, eyes full of mischief. “Do your worst. Daddy” you challenged in a teasing sing-song tone, making him grin as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly, knowing it would catch you off guard but he also loved the way it would make you laugh so giddily. You squealed and giggled in surprise, kicking your feet and playfully demanding him to put you down as he tapped your ass with his hand. “I tried warnin’ ya, love” he replied, bringing you back to the bed and plopping you down onto it as if you weighed absolutely nothing. You laughed softly, yet excitedly, as you looked up at him, watching him confidently strip himself of his robe with a smirk and a pleased whistle from you. “Oh hush and c’mere you” he said with an amused grin, leaning down over top of you and kissing you once more.

Needless to say, it was definitely a great start to the morning for both of you.

As you both ate breakfast at the dining room table a little while later, you heard a buzz come from his phone. “Shit” he said softly to himself as he read the notification. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” You asked, your face filled with concern, hoping it wasn’t work telling him he needed to come in on a weekend and steal him away from you when you two made plans for the day. “Nothin’ bad sweetheart, just got an appointment today with the doc I forgot about. Gonna have to rain check on coffee today love, I’m sorry” he said, guilt lacing his tone as he got up, laying a kiss to the top of your head in apology before placing his dishes in the sink and cleaning them. “It’s alright! I needed to run to the store anyway” you said as you got up as well. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, luvie. Would hate to see you sit in the car for hours all bored waitin’” he replied as you pushed your chair in. “Oh, well…I can always go on my own you know. I still know how to drive” you joked harmlessly with a giggle, and something wrenched deeply in his chest at the idea of that. Of you being out and about without him by your side for once, without him to protect you, and who’s to say he would even be able to get to you if you were in trouble. It was unpredictable, dangerous even. He didn’t like it, but he hated the idea of him limiting your freedom even more. “Are you sure…? You haven’t been out and about by yourself since y’ moved in” he replied as he washed the dishes. “I can handle it, honey! I promise. I’ll be in and out super quick! Just the grocery store, then coffee, then home waiting for you!” You said cutely, coming over to him to place your dishes in the sink as well before running your hand along his arm, trying to offer him some comfort. “I’ll be fine baby, really. I always carry my self defense stuff on me and I’ve got you on speed dial. it’s just a small grocery trip! Pleeeaasseee?” You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him all cutely and he certainly could never say no to you like that. “Alright, alright. But if you so much as feel even slightly off, you call me. Don’t care where I am, or what I’m doin’, you remember the code word, yeah?” He asked, making you shake your head yes. “I’ll be sure to use it if I need it, I promise. I’ll be okay, I’m a big girl” you said, offering him a sweet smile before you hugged him in thanks. “But I always appreciate the way you look out for me and want to keep me happy and safe” you added, placing your hand on his cheek as he held you close to him. “I couldn’t live with myself if you ever got hurt, you’re too precious to me” he replied, his larger hand coming to rest over the back of yours, making you giggle softly. “It’s one of the many things I love about you, John. The way you look out for me and care for me. How you’d drop everything in a moment’s notice just to make sure I’m safe. I’m the luckiest girl on this planet to have you” you said before kissing him. “I’m a damn lucky man to have you, love” he replied, resting his forehead against yours as you both closed your eyes to enjoy the sweet, heart felt moment together.

A few hours passed before John had to leave, allowing you both to sort of get ready for the day and tidy up the house a little before both of you would be gone. The idea of you going anywhere alone still put an ache in his stomach that just would not go away, but he pushed it aside the best he could in favor of staying positive. He didn’t want to limit your freedoms, didn’t want to tell you that you couldn’t go without him, that would make him no better than your shitbag of an ex in his eyes and he swore to you that he would never be anywhere close to that. So when the time came for him to leave, John gave you a sweet, soft kiss before heading out the door, reminding you to be careful and to contact him should you need anything. You told him the same, watching as he got into his car, then waving as he pulled out of the driveway before running back upstairs to get changed into a cute outfit to go to the store in. It was a rather warm summers day, so you went for something a little more fitting for the weather. You decided on a cute crop top, skirt, a set of tights, a pair of converse, and the cute hoop earrings, necklace and bracelet set that he bought you one year for Valentine’s Day before you did your hair and makeup. You posed cutely in the full body mirror that mounted the wall next to your shared bed for a few minutes, taking all sorts of cute pictures to send to him. Along with a few more explicit ones to tease. You grabbed your purse, throwing in your phone charger and wallet before grabbing the keys to the other car, and a pair of sunglasses before you finally headed out the door. You made a pit stop at the coffee place first that you and John were supposed to go to together, getting your usual order to get some caffeine in your system to help you fully wake up and start your errands. All in all, still a pretty good day despite the minor change in plans due to an appointment.

It’s when you make it to the grocery store that your day starts to take a turn for the unexpected, and unfortunately for the worst. You parked the car, then went inside, grabbing a shopping cart as you always did and had out your list of the things you needed. They were simple things, essentials for the house such as milk, eggs, bread, things of that nature, but even you weren’t immune to the occasional pull of something on the side to add to the cart. It was as you were walking down the bread aisle that you started to notice a man from the corner of your eye watching you rather intently, eyeing you as you reached for the specific loaf of bread you were looking for, then following you to the next aisle. You didn’t want to look back at him to raise suspicion, but he always seemed to stay right at the edge of your view so you never got a good look at his face. You felt a chill course down your spine as he continued to follow you down the next few aisles. So doing what you knew was best, you tried your best not to stop the cart as you closed out of the tab for your grocery list and pulled up John’s number in your text messages.

Y/N: Hey babe, I know you’re probably busy but there’s this super creepy guy following me in the store…he was staring at me as I grabbed bread now he won’t stop following me. Something doesn’t feel right.

You text him, and you weren’t sure if it was the spot in the store you were in or maybe that your phone was bugging out, but your texts wouldn’t go through for some reason. You tried to chalk it up to nothing more than maybe coincidence that he’d been needing to go down the same aisles as you, trying to calm yourself down as you started taking your things to the check out to pay and leave as quick as possible to hopefully rid of him. As you made your way to the check out line, you heard the wheels of his cart squeaking behind you, trailing at the same speed you were as he hovered not far behind. That was your sign that something was definitely not right. So when your “SOS” text wouldn’t send through either, you dialed John’s phone number but it immediately went to voicemail. Of course you’d have a problem reaching him when you needed it most. Just your luck. So after you’d checked out, you did your best to explain to one of the clerks that there was someone that had been following you around the whole time, and that you didn’t feel safe, wondering if maybe someone could walk with you to your car. Thankfully, they agreed, walking with you and chatting with you as you unloaded the things from your cart and into your car. It helped calm your nerves some when you noticed the man was no longer following you at that point, hoping that asking for someone to accompany you had scared him off.

Oh how wrong you were.

As you thanked them before getting into the car, you started to drive out of the store parking lot and back towards home. It was enough of a scare for you for today and you just wanted to get home where you could get comfy and wait for John to get back. You tried calling him again in the hopes that he’d be able to sort of keep you company through the drive home, but once again, it went straight to voicemail. Your nerves started to get the better of you again when you noticed that the same car had been behind you for what felt like way too long to be just pure coincidence. Your heart raced, hoping that you were overthinking it and just still a little shaken up from the incident at the store. You tried playing some music to help calm yourself down but none of it worked. It really didn’t feel right when you saw the car trailing you the entire rest of the way back home, through every traffic light, every turn, every stop sign. This was more than just a coincidence. You tried pulling up John’s number again to call him, but once again it was no good, making your heart pound in your chest even harder now. Clearly wherever he was had absolutely shit service seeing as neither your calls nor texts would go through. It became clear that you would have to do your best to handle this on your own.

John was starting to get worried when he hadn’t heard anything from you in a while. He had received your pictures from before you left the house, but he hadn’t heard anything from you after that. No pictures, no “I made it safe” nothing at all for a couple of hours and something told him it wasn’t right. However, seeing as he was sitting at no bars for signal he figured it was likely because of his lack of service in the building he was in. The brick government buildings always were notorious for having terrible service, a safety precaution so that nothing terrible could get in, and nothing important could get out. Unfortunately there was still a twisting feeling resting in his gut he just could not shake. But like you had assured him earlier this morning, you’re an adult, you could handle your own and he had to trust that. If you were in any trouble he knew you’d find a way to notify him, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. He was never the type to let his mind wander immediately to the worst things, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He just hoped this visit would be done and over with quickly so that he could get back home to you and reassure himself that everything was in fact okay.

If only everything WAS actually okay.

As you drove around the neighborhood, you made it a point that you hadn’t stopped directly at your house just to be completely and utterly sure if the mysterious person was actually following you. You watched as he still trailed not far behind you as you looped around at the end of the neighborhood culdesac, making it apparent now that he was in fact following you, and following you rather closely. Your heart slammed in your chest, you had no idea what to do in this instance. You couldn’t get ahold of John, no one was outside in their yards, you were all alone in this. You had no other choice but to call the police, reporting it to them and hoping that they would be here in time should the situation take a turn for the worst. On John’s end, he swore it felt as if his appointment with the doctor couldn’t have gone any slower. He found himself constantly checking his phone for anything from you, or any updates on your location but the brick house of a building he was in made it nearly impossible to send, receive, or even load anything. It was as he sat in his car once he was finished at the doctors office, that his texts finally sent through of him asking if you were alright and had made it to the store or home safe. He breathed a sigh of relief when he hadn’t gotten anything super alarming in response, placing his phone up on the charging mount he used for roadtrips when he needed navigation on his phone. It was as he was looking at the beautiful picture he had of you as his lockscreen to try and calm his nerves that all of your attempts to get ahold of him finally came through. Seeing your first message that you made it to the coffee place safe, then to the store safe, then his heart dropped upon seeing your text about feeling uncomfortable. Once your SOS message pop up, followed by three missed calls, he wasted no time in starting up his car and pressing on the gas to get home to you as fast as he could. He checked your location, seeing you were in the neighborhood but not at the house, that’s when he figured the man you had told him about that was following you around the store must have followed you home.

You were shaking as emergency services told you that they were on their way, but nothing could prepare you for who stepped out of the car that had been following you for all this time. It was your ex. You routed around through your bag, searching for your self defense key ring that had a light, an alarm, sharp knuckles, and a disguised knife attached but for the life of you you couldn’t seem to find it. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” You said to yourself as you felt your breath start to quicken, catching glimpses of your ex stalking closer to your car from the rear view mirror. Thankfully your hands landed on your taser, you supposed it was better than nothing and something that could keep him at bay until the cops or John arrived. God you prayed that John was on his way and on his way quick. It was right after you placed your taser in your pocket to hide it from him that you heard him tap on your window, and you hated the fear that struck you upon seeing his face up close again. He smirked before smashing the window, unlocking the car from the inside and yanking you out. You kicked and screamed as he did, hoping it would draw the attention of the neighbors or anyone passing by, but it seemed to be no use, in reality you were only making him more upset. “Get the fuck OFF of me!” You yelled, but he only laughed at your fruitless efforts to free yourself. It was then that you saw why John wanted to go with you everywhere, why he felt like he needed to protect you. You weren’t as strong as you thought you were.

“So, this is where you’re living now, huh? Still living with the man whose dick you sucked to get away from me?” Spoke the vile voice of your ex, making a scowl cross your face as he spoke poorly of John while yanking you up to face him. “My new life is none of your concern. I see you still don’t seem to understand the terms of the fucking restraining order” you spat, making him laugh as you attempted to push him away. “Oh but it is my concern, because I distinctly remember telling you, I don’t go away that easy. See, just because you think we “broke up” and you filed a dainty little piece of paper to the government, doesn’t mean I need to leave you alone. I can do as I please” he said, grabbing your hair so that it would not only tilt your head to look up at him, but hurt you to try and pull away. The painful sensation brought back cruel memories of the awful things he’d done to you when you were still living with him. He had always been unpredictable, especially when he was angry and that’s what scared you most in this instance. You had no idea what his plans were or what he was going to do. You knew what he was capable of, and the lengths he was willing to go to. He could kill you right here if he wanted to, and you were terrified that may be his intention. “So when I saw you at the store after four years of not knowing where the fuck you’d run off to, I took it as a godsend. Like it was fate, pulling us back together ooonnee last time. One time’s all it takes sweetheart for me to learn everything about this new life you’re living WITHOUT ME!” he yelled, yanking on your hair even more, making your face contort as you hissed in pain. You did your best to try to rid his hand from your scalp but his grip was locked tight. “Nice neighborhood, wonder which house belongs to that pathetic sugar daddy of yours. Maybe I’ll just have to stalk the culdesac to figure out which one it is. I’ll break every single window in this neighborhood until I’ve broken through the right one if I have to” he said with a disgusting grin, making you pull your keys from your pocket and grip them in your hand while he wasn’t looking, granting you the chance to jab him in the arm. He shouted in pain, his reflexes making him let go to where you could stumble onto your feet and away from him. “You wish, you sick fuck. The cops are already on their way, I called them on your sorry ass ten minutes ago when you wouldn’t stop following me” you threatened as you back towards your car, making him laugh at your threat. “Oh I’m so scared! What next? You gonna sick sugar daddy on me too? Too wimpy to defend yourself?” He asked, inching closer to you and you didn’t like that. “No, but he’ll be pissed when he finds out you were here and followed me” you said, making him grin as he tried to lunge at you, and on nothing but adrenaline fueled instinct, you pull out your taser from your pocket and used it on him. He yelled in pain as he dropped to the ground before you, the sound of jolts of electricity coursing through him only ceasing once you released your finger from the button. “You fuckin bitch…” he slurred as he tried to stand back up, getting halfway before sirens sounded in the near distance, accompanied by the signature red and blue flashing lights. John wasn’t far behind them and his chest grew tight when he saw them turning down the neighborhood, praying it wasn’t for you.

You dropped the taser from your hands, hearing an officer trying to console you that everything was okay, and that they were here to help. You watched as they handcuffed your ex, taking him and placing him in one of the cruisers to bring him down to the station. You were shaken up, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt about that, but you couldn’t have been more relieved knowing he was being driven down to the station and far away from you. Tears finally began welling in your eyes as you saw John’s car pull up behind the police cars and him come running out of it to find you. “Y/N?? Y/N!” He called out, searching all through everyone to find you, and when he did he couldn’t have been more relieved to finally see you and see that you were alright. “Oh thank fuck you’re okay. Are you alright? Did he hurt you? I came here as fast as I could after I finally got your messages and calls” He asked, hugging you tightly after looking you over for any other injuries aside from the few minor cuts and bruises of your scuffle. “I’m okay, just some small stuff but I’m more shaken up than anything else. I’m sorry for scaring you” you apologized with a warbled voice from the sob caught in your throat that you were fighting your hardest against, making him cradle your cheek in his hand as he looked down at you, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Don’t you dare apologize, you were the one in danger luvie. ’m sorry I didn’t get your calls sooner or I’d have been there immediately. ’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you like I always am” he said, feeling guilty for not being there for you when you needed it, especially when his gut had been screaming at him all day the moment he left that something was wrong. “I knew I didn’t feel right about it, I should’ve just asked you to stay home ‘til I got back but you looked so excited, I didn’t want to tell you no…” he added, pressing his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, relieved to have you back in his arms and to help calm you down and console you the best he could. “It’s okay, I should have known better. I shouldn’t have pressed you when you had the gut feeling something wasn’t right about it. I know after this, that I definitely won’t do it ever again, if I want to go anywhere, I’ll wait for you and go with you” you said, hugging him once more and burying your face in his neck, craving the sense of security he gave you when his arms wrapped tightly around you, and to drown in the comfort from his warmth and his cologne to calm your racing heart. “I’m proud of you for protecting yourself though. You did good, making sure someone walked you to your car, that you notified someone that you didn’t feel safe, that he didn’t wind up at the house” he praised, smoothing his hand through your hair to try and soothe you some and help fix the tangle left in your hair from his grip on it. “I bet you looked damn good with that taser in your hand, love” he said, making you giggle as he helped you calm down exponentially.

“I love you so much sweetheart. I promise you won’t ever have to feel that way, or go through what you did today ever again. Not while I’m here” he said, warming your heart up even more as you looked up at him with that bright smile he loved so much. “I love you too John, thank you for everything you do, it means the world to me” you replied, arms still wrapped around him tightly before getting up on your tip toes and kissing him softly. “Besides, I learned today that store runs without you aren’t nearly as fun. I like them better when you’re with me” you said sweetly, making him smile and chuckle as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles sweetly. “Me too. C’mon, let’s get you home, yeah? You’ve had one hell of an eventful enough day today, missy” he said playfully yet softly, grabbing your hand and holding it as he walked you to the car, opening your door for you before driving you just up the street. “You don’t have to drive me the few blocks it is back to the house” you said through giggles. “Of course I do, I’m not just gonna make you walk after all that” he replied, placing his hand on your leg as he pulled in the driveway, walking you up to the house and getting you inside. “You wait here, I’ll grab the other car and bring in the groceries” he said, making you go to speak up but he held a finger up to stop you. “No buts, princess. I’ll only be a minute, you’ve had a rough enough day as is” he added, making you huff in defeat. “I’ll be back before you know it, then you get me for the whole rest of the night, how’s that sound?” He asked, and you couldn’t lie, you definitely liked that idea.

[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

[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.

[sku1l-b4e]

Valeria Garza Headcanons 😇

✦❘༻SFW༺❘✦

My girl might be brutal but she won't treat u like other cartel/mafia leaders might (doesn't mean she won't hit you if you deserve it)

Believes her money will keep you around until she's 'fully manipulated' you

Lowkey a sweetheart - will take you on dates.

Helps you zip up clothes or put on jewelry if you struggle

Will make fun of your skin care routine

Spoils you - will buy u cars, clothes, makeup, perfumes, flowers, ECT.

Won't give you the gifts in person (too cliché) - leaves them on the bed for u to find

Only buys you perfumes that she likes the smell of

Knows you're not completely innocent and will happily put you in your place

Will only marry you once she's tricked u into thinking that she's all you have and need - but will only propose at least a year later.

Has a private beach near her house

Has her men follow you around so no one takes what's hers

If someone tried to hurt you, she'd torture them slowly and make you watch

Same goes if you cheated on her

You'd be next in the chair or she'd just throw you about

She isn't the best girlfriend (obviously) but can sometimes be soft

✦❘༻NSFW༺❘✦

She's kinda... 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎

If u talk too much, she'll have u gagged during sex

Lesbian but will sleep w men bc she feels like it sometimes? If that makes sense

Not often tho

Pussy crazy

Will eat you out for hours girl

Genuinely has a closet full of sex toys she tries on different girlfriends to see which ones her favorite

The toys not the girls

Maybe the girls...

Will be slightly more lenient with you if you worship her body

Fuck me she's hot

Has a different bed for sex because she isn't sleeping in that mess even if you clean it

Makes you wear your most expensive jewelry and perfume when she fucks you

There's a reason that girl keeps her nails short

[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.

[pricevisionai]

The Rise of ML-Based Forecasting: Implications and Opportunities for the Future

To increase corporate productivity, machine learning is utilised in business forecasting. Data and observations are utilised to start the learning process. examples, directions, or first-hand experience, for instance. They are offered so that the computer can analyse data patterns and come to better conclusions in the future.

Using the hundreds of metrics at your fingertips and taking each one into account for the particular prediction at hand allows you to prepare considerably more correctly than with manual approaches, which is one of the primary advantages of deep learning for business forecasting.

A machine learning-based system can be fed with as many business indicators and KPIs as you have access to. Whether your forecast is affected by 100 factors or 100,000, machine learning may find patterns and connections that a traditional (or human) system just cannot.

Not only can machine learning forecasting deliver the precision you need, but a turnkey system is also fully autonomous, continuously updating estimates as trends change to help you make better decisions.

How Should Machine Learning Be Used for Forecasting?

Whatever model is chosen, the overall acceptance of ML practices appears to be as follows:

Establish business goals and make advantage of any internal data that is accessible.

Get outside data by searching for market research reports, trends, GDPs, customer reviews, etc.

Sort, clean, & label the information (if needed)

Identify the set of problems that forecasting will be used to tackle.

To act as the initial benchmark, pick a baseline model (usually a basic extrapolation or a tree-based model).

Model performance can be improved by utilising more intricate ML models or altering the data.

Once comfortable findings have been attained, the model is used.

Business Applications using Machine Learning Forecast

Here are a few business applications for machine learning predictions-

1. Predicting financial data

Businesses endure disruption in their performance and operations without a financial projection, and C-level executives are more prone to make bad choices. Due to this, companies utilise ML forecasting, which emphasizes understanding the business drivers instead of handling tedious activities. While reducing the usage of unproductive tactics and human error, ML financial planning also assists with forecasting supply, demand, inventories, future revenues, expenditures, and cash flow.

For instance, those who are involved with the company want to know the firm's turnover and crucial elements for development during the forthcoming financial quarter to understand and appraise areas for improvement. We can develop a machine learning prediction models that use previous key business metrics for the organisation and current turnover data from prior periods using convolutional or regression models.

Seasonal data and other influencing factors will be used to predict the necessary metrics for the future. In this case, company owners can arrange the following period effectively.

2. Predicting the supply chain

The increasingly globalised and sophisticated supply chain management could be radically transformed by ML. Businesses may respond to problems and threats more quickly and avoid under and overstocking by using ML-based forecasting systems. Machine learning algorithms for forecasting can discover patterns in a training sample and then apply those patterns to fresh data. Consequently, machine learning enhances the processes of inventory management, transportation and distribution, anticipating supply chain risks, and supplier selection and segmentation.

Take the next illustration of supply chain forecasting using machine learning as an example. The chain of hypermarkets runs about 100 locations with an average of 50,000 SKUs per store. For such a big network, automated warehouse replenishment is necessary. There are two key benefits in this instance:

There's no reason to start stocking up on things that are difficult to sell.

Regularly purchased goods must be supplied on time.

Based on historical warehouse replenishment statistics and data demonstrating how quickly specific products sell, we can create an ML model for estimating the number of goods per SKU. Several time frames could be used to depict the prediction.

3. Forecast Commodity Prices

Price prediction algorithms establish the price at which a product should be sold to satisfy customer demand, and company expectations, and maximize sales. Machine learning, or artificial intelligence, is frequently used in commodity price predictions. With minimum human input, this approach helps with the automatic separation of data that is organized and unorganized and the development of models to forecast real-time commodities prices. Items that are typically indistinguishable from human sight can be made known, enabling manufacturers to plan ahead, dealers to make pricing predictions, and purchasers to plan more effective purchases.

Business owners frequently want to understand how future price changes for a certain product will affect their business. The beneficial effect could also be used by taking into account external data from other parties that affect prices, such as the rate of inflation, holidays, seasonal trends, etc.

Prices of different types of commodities can be forecasted like:

Sugar Prices

Cotton prices

Palm oil

Gold

Coffee

Natural Gas, etc. 

4. Detecting fraud

Businesses should work more to build anti-fraud measures, according to the surge in worldwide digital fraud rates. ML algorithms can identify questionable financial transactions by learning from past data. They are currently employed successfully in a variety of industries, including e-commerce, finance, healthcare, and fintech.

A chain cafe owner could want to evaluate employee productivity, for instance. Finding hidden patterns that let employees cheat is one of the main goals. These and other frauds of this nature may cause monetary loss. To identify and report unusual behaviours, we can build a fraud prevention model using historical data. Managers can then carefully examine anomalies found and pinpoint the underlying reason for such data variances.

5. Predicting sales and demand

Demand changes are a complicated issue that impacts the entire e-commerce sector. To forecast consumer behavior and decide how many products to create or order, businesses, especially manufacturers, employ machine learning (ML) demand forecasting. With ML models, it is feasible to avoid having too much stock or running out of it. Such a forecasting strategy also makes it possible to understand the target market and the competition better.

Let's say a chain of restaurants wishes to predict demand in advance. The company will gain from it in several ways:

to get an idea of how many dishes the restaurant will sell so that the food supply can be prepared in advance

to understand and specify how many personnel are needed to deliver exceptional customer service

to plan a suitable and timely marketing effort

It will be advantageous to start by looking at historical data from earlier times to create demand prediction models and help firms achieve their goals. For instance, we can check Google reviews for both our restaurant chain and the main rivals to see which level of service clients enjoy or dislike.

Advantages of Predicting with Machine Learning

Businesses can better serve consumers and complete orders before running out of stock by using forecasting. As a result, there is a considerable influence on both sales and customer happiness. For example, knowing the demand enables you to control logistics, monitor production costs, and even project the investment return for a new device. As a consequence, ML prediction models give companies the ability to develop their AI more fully and, more significantly, to address business issues by looking at historical data.

1. The capacity to generate more accurate forecasts, Faster

Financial forecasting can be liberated from the time-consuming labour of data collection and reconciliation due to machine learning-enabled forecasting. The tools can be configured to automatically gather and reconcile big data sets. Moreover, machine learning methods can help uncover business drivers and drastically lower forecast mistakes.

Machine learning techniques are intended to acquire information over time and forecast which elements will have the biggest impacts on financial performance. Over time, the model becomes more accurate and produces projections more quickly.

2. Use of Additional Data

When employing spreadsheet-driven forecasting procedures, there are limits on the number of sources of data and how much data can be processed and ingested within forecasting models. The quantity and variety of data that may be utilized can be greatly improved by machine learning technologies since they can store more information and analyze it more rapidly than humans.

An organisation that sells consumer goods, for instance, can quickly access data from search engines or social media to determine when buyers are most likely to look for or post about its products. This type of information can help the forecaster gain a better knowledge of the revenue peaks and valleys.

3. Making Value-Added Activities Possible

Analysts are generally obliged to spend the majority of their time on existing prediction processes reconciling or compiling data, rather than working on value-added research and interfacing with the business.

Analysts can focus on understanding operational drivers, key business events, or macro- and microeconomic variables that could have an influence on the organisation instead of these tiresome activities by employing machine learning technology to provide at least a baseline estimate. These findings can then be applied to forecasting. Ultimately, by utilizing machine learning, financial analysts may enhance decision-making and collaborate more with the company's management.

Conclusion

Forecasting in business combines art and science. It blends business intelligence with data science. Business forecasting issues are frequently a result of poor judgement and inexperience. If assumptions are paired with unexpected events, predictions may be incorrect. Machine learning and artificial intelligence will ensure that you avoid making these errors. Machine learning is an effective tool in today's quick-paced culture.

By using algorithms for machine learning and persevering through setbacks, businesses can make the shift to improved performances, sales, and outstanding profit margins. PriceVision is one such tool that paves your path towards easy forecasting of the prices of commodities like metal, forex, energy and agricultural commodities.

[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."

[rodolfoparras]

Good Ol’ Days

Summary: In which you find out that Price used to be a barrack bunny. 18+

Pairing: John Price x Top Male Reader

He doesn’t remember how they had stumbled across the dreadful conversation. Maybe he should blame the Scotsman’s loose lips? Or maybe the man that hides behind a balaclava? Or maybe even the youngest of the group who approached everything with an awful lot of curiosity?

“You would know all about being a barrack’s bunny wouldn’t you cap?” Says the Scotsman with a playful slap to the older man’s back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gaz says, face pinched in confusion, putting down the drink he’d be nursing.

Curiosity can even be seen in the masked man’s eyes as he now also turns to look at the older man.

However Price couldn’t care less about any of their reactions except for yours but as he turns to meet your gaze, he only sees an indecipherable look on your face.

Fuck

This isn’t how he wanted his new boyfriend to find out that he got fucked by half the barracks.

It’s not like Price had tried to hide it. He’s been open with the fact that he’s slept with men before, and that dating a man wasn’t his first rodeo.

But you were just getting to know each other properly and there were still plenty of things he had to tell you about his life, especially this part. And now it’s all been aired out and not by his own accord but because of the yapping group of men who aren’t even aware of the fact that the two of you are dating.

He doesn’t dare imagine what must be going through your head right now but one thing is for sure he'd tell his side of the story before you could get any ideas of your own.

Price throws back the remaining liquor in his glass, sits straight in his chair before giving the three men a pointed look while vehemently avoiding your gaze.

“Whatever I say here stays here or I put a hole through you, is that clear ?”

A chorus of yes sir echoes throughout the room. Price only dares spare you a glance through the corner of his eyes before he starts explaining himself.

“It was way back in the day” Price says with a shrug, trying to act as casual as possible while fidgeting with the now empty glass in his hand. “Didn’t even have a name for it back then, you’d just go to someone to get rid of all that excess energy, easiest thing would be going to someone you spent most of your days with”

“Someone ? More like the whole barrack” Soap chirps in but quiets down when he’s met with a glare from the older man.

“Could be” Price says before he finally dares meet your gaze “wasn’t always the case”

“Not always eh- so it did happen captain?”

Price breaks his stare to face the Scotsman instead. “Now that is none of your business Mactavish” Price snaps back causing Soap along with the other two men to burst out in a chorus of laughter.

The topic is quickly dropped, conversation moves along but Price feels your eyes linger on him for the rest of the night.

The five of you soon part ways, deciding to call it a night and a silence falls over the two of you as you walk to your room. Price wants to say something but manages to come up with nothing. All that’s going through his head is the images that must be running through yours.

John barrack bunny price

He almost scoffs at himself, fingers digging into the palm of his hand.

It’s not like Price had done anything wrong. It’s not wrong to have an active sex life, a very active sex life. However he wishes that he had the opportunity to tell you that himself because he would’ve, eventually, and not a way where you’d be imagining him getting fucked by half the barracks day in and day out.

You barley manage to step foot inside your room before Price starts the conversation.

“I can see you thinking from way over here you know” he says with a small smile on his face as he sits down on your bed “you can ask about it”

As soon as the words leave his lips you’re swiftly making your way over to him, and plopping down next to him.

“So barrack bunny” you say with a smirk on your face, and he feels the heat creep up his neck, ears and cheek.

“Please don’t use that word” he says, face scrunching up at your choice of words.

“I’m sorry- it’s just- I mean it’s not like I didn’t think you led a life before me it’s just that I didn’t expect- “

“For me to be fucked by half the barracks?” He quips in.

“Hey” you say eyes snapping toward his “you know that’s not what I mean “

“I know” he says with a chuckle before he starts to explain “like I said things were very different back then. There were barely any gay bars around and if you dared visit one you’d be good as dead,”

“But the army? It’s not like-“

“You’d be surprised kid” Price snorts, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers.

You just nod your head, silently processing what he’d just said.

“So you aren’t upset?” He says, worrying his bottom lip as he pears up at you through his lashes.

“No. Why would I be?” You say face pinched in confusion. “If anything I’m a bit embarrassed. I mean here I am offering to teach you things when all along you could’ve been the one teaching me”

“Sergeant” Price scolds but you see a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“What captain? It’s kind of hot “ you say smile growing larger as you inch closer to him.

“Seriously kid?” He snorts, no longer bothering to hide his smile.

“Mm” you say before you place a kiss on his neck as your hands latch onto his hips “Something else you want to tell me? Am I dating someone’s ex husband? Is your ex spouse going to burst through the door right now and catch us in the act hm? You say nipping at his ear and hearing a shaky breath escape his lips.

“You’re ah- you’re unbelievable you know?” He grunts out but you feel the prominent bulge in his pants.

“And you’re hard” you say, hand groping him through him through his clothing, hearing the way a moan escapes his lips.

“And do you plan to do something about it or should I go-“

But just as he tries to finish his sentence you smash your lips together and he can’t help but smile into this kiss, feeling completely breathless when you pull away from it.

It doesn’t take much before clothes are thrown all over the floor, and he’s laying sprawled out on the bed while you reach for the bottle of lube that you keep on the nightstand.

As you pour a generous amount in your hand you feel his own hand cup your cheek

“I-uh I haven’t done that in a long time so you know” he says, silently gesturing to what he means while feeling heat creep up his face “not since you walked through the door that day,”

“I know” you say with a big smile on your face.

“Cocky bas-“ but before he can say anything else you’re smashing your lips together.

It was a different time back then. Every encounter was brief and rushed and hidden away in the dark.

Price doesn’t want that anymore. He wants you to see him falling apart under your touch. He wants you to take your time with his body, spending however long you want taking him apart. He wants what you two have to last for the rest of his life.

Spitball w/ me?