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Commissions I've had done, they're so good!
Commissions pt.2 so fucking coool
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simon considers eating your pussy as one of his three meals a day.
he undertakes the task of eating you out the same way he tackles his food; voracious, messy, starved. christ, the first time you saw him tear into a burger made you wet just from a purely pavlovian response - the wet sounds and juices around his mouth were entirely gross and off putting… and yet you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs beneath the table while you sat opposite him.
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One of my favorite Adler headcannons is that he tends to flinch/move away if someone tries place a hand on his scarred cheek. Unless, it’s his lover(and even then, he still flinches/moves away at first until he stops doing it when with them as a sign on how much he trust them)or his children.
Just imagine his lover(Bell, Reader , OC etc) placing a hand on his scarred cheek in the mist of making love and much to their delight, Russell leans into their hand while smiling
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Ugh this soothes something in my brain, imagine little affectionate kisses or nose nudges against it. 🙂↕️
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"just the tip" but it's Price making you suck the head of his cock so he doesn't make a mess jerking off at his desk
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I think this could fix me
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price with his big bulky arm wrapped around your throat, his other splayed across your stomach, and your back is arching painfully up, curving into the older man’s chest. it was like you were made to be there. made to be here, sitting against his chest and taking everything he’s giving you. made to be mewling and drooling over the way his cock curved inside you and hit all the right spots to make your lights go out. and maybe you were made to be here, laying in his arms afterwards as his hands rub up and down your sides, as his lips press kisses into your temple, and his mustache tickles your hairline. maybe you were to be with john price.
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Can we talk about Mommy/Daddy issues and how they manifest? I've been throat-punched by both (Hooray) but I'm curious on your thoughts about who in the CODverse might have them and how they manifest.
Coincidentally, you caught me on the day I'd been throat punched by both, and thus, I am at my best to write this. Genuinely, of all days to receive this ask, it was the day I found myself pondering how my father takes up 1/4 of a page in my family photo album, and then I sat down in the shower for a while.
John can't listen to any recordings of his voice; it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He sounds like his father. When he barks orders at people, he sounds like his father. Only his voice is followed by the whir of a bullet, not the cracking of a belt. He refuses to shave his face unless necessary because only after he grew a beard did he stop seeing Sr. in the mirror.
Ghost looks more like his mother than his father. On the best of days, it's his saving grace. On the worst of days, he avoids mirrors and winces when he catches his reflection on a screen. He sees women of a similar height and hair colour to his mother and hesitates for just a moment, the word mum stuck in his throat. Grown men can scream in his face, and it means nothing to him. The disappointed tone of a woman older than him makes his hands shake.
Nikolai is at the age where most people just assume his parents are dead. He doesn't know, he'll never know, he'll never want to know. He's detached from the idea of having parents. It's a foreign concept in his mind. He isn't sure if he looks like either of them because he can't remember their faces as well as he used to. It's meaningless to him. He isn't the son they expected him to be, therefore, he won't claim the name of the son they wanted. He tells people his parents are dead, a cancer of some kind. He doesn't care for their sympathies.
Kate's parents are dead; they have been for a while. She doesn't think of them often and when she does, it's typically with love, but she doesn't forget the fact that they missed the best parts of her life. However, their death pushed her to get where she is today, so without the loss, she wouldn't have that life. It leaves her conflicted, and she won't talk about it, but she grieves the moments they missed. She'll drink to their memory, or her sorrow. She decides which depending on how little is in the bottle.
Not a moment goes by where Farah doesn't miss her parents. She doesn't seek replacements in those around her; she never could. But she braids her hair, and she grieves the beauty her mother held. She offers someone kind words of reassurance and feels her father's arms around her, promising her safety so long as he lives. She makes decisions to protect her people and ponders what her parents would say of her fate and that she subjected her brother to. Her passion for her people is sacred because her tone echoes that of her parents.
Rudy has never known how to act around male authority figures. He was orphaned so young that he has no memories of his parents. He grew up in an orphanage with women who did their best with what little resources they had to save their children from the drug-riddled fates they had seen many follow. He trusts women; if a woman gives him advice, then he's likely to follow it. He grew up with women. When grown men tell him things and expect things of him, he stares back at them blankly. They place a hand on his shoulder, and he gently nudges it away. They have nothing to offer him. Men trying to take authority over him, especially in a parental type of context, antagonises him. He grew up without a man in charge, and he's survived until now; he doesn't need anyone to try and start at this point in his life.
Kate was never a fan of smoking, but after her dad died, she couldn't remember the name of his cologne, the brand of deodorant he used. So, she took up smoking because it was the closest she'd get to remembering what he smelled like when she hugged him.
Simon keeps a tattered old corner of fabric in his nightstand. It's the end of one of his mother's scarves, the only thing he could salvage. Sometimes he clings to it like a toddler to a blanket. Sometimes the sight of it sickens him.
John can't look at his own childhood pictures. He can't believe it's him in the photos, that someone could stare into eyes that young and blur their vision with the swing of a belt. He isn't convinced it's him at all; he's never known a reflection that wasn't tired, that juvenile glee belongs to someone else.
Having children was never a thought in Nikolai's mind; it never interested him. But he always harboured the fear that should he have one, he'd bring shame on them as a man who couldn't identify his own parents in a crowd. He had no family to offer them and no love to spare.
Farah wonders if she wasted the only opportunity she might have had to see what her father would've looked like should he have grown older when she handed Hadir over.
Anyone who ever had a hand in raising Rudy is dead. They are nothing but dirt waiting to don a coat of grass, and he struggles to remember their names. In his memory, they are a blur, every story he tells about his childhood has someone referred to by their hair colour because he can't remember if her name was May or that was the month her life was lost.
Finally caught up and I think you need a hug. And I think you said touch is a no go I do the next best thing and,
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Patpatpat
Tap
Thump
Gentle touch
what i wouldn’t give for a price pat
i don't know what this is, but i'm sure i'll have to answer for it when anubis weighs my heart against a feather
cw: bondage & suspension, noncon exhibitionism, the worst bdsm etiquette you have ever heard of, manipulation and allusions to dubcon, ghost is a mean bastard and gaz and soap are scumbags, unedited with a sudden ending
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Price hitting his team of daddy issues with "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed"
Reversely, Price hitting them with a “Great job, I’m proud of you” with a pat on the back
LMAOO NOT GHOST CRYING EITHER WAY LOLOL
BUT, also the third one. Price trying to do a thing and doesn't think about it, "Son, can you come hold this flashlight?" And the three men tripping over themselves to help dear old 'dad'.