I write for The Boys, COD (Any cod game), Supernatural, Marvel, and I make lots of OCs, and I talk about a lot of rubbish about things. My requests are open!
I have nothing I won't write, except for anything to do with bodily fluids, so feel free to request anything but that. You may ask me anything as well! Please don't be scared to ask things, I'm more than welcome to write anything. :)
what if Bell/Reader could sew and they made little dolls based on them and Adler?
DOLLS
PAIRING: Russell Adler x Fem! Reader.
SUMMARY: Reader makes herself and Adler dolls.
A/N: I'm so slow with writing, I'm so sorry, guys. Also, feel free to ask me the most insane stuff you want. I'm honestly not that bothered by stuff, so if no one else will write something. I definitely will. It might just take a while. This is so short, but I have no idea how to make it longer. Also, I'm at college right now... writing this in the hallway.. @ladysouthpaw1213 hope you enjoy:)
This was a hobby you've never told anyone about.
Sewing.
You had been secretly crafting a doll of yourself and Adler without the older man knowing. You two had been in a safe house a few days, and there was a shop with all the things you needed to make the dolls just down the road. Adler had no idea he had just thought you were being your usual self after a mission, going deep into a random hobby you had found.
It took a few more days until the dolls were finally finished, just as they got finished. Woods and Mason had picked you both up from the temporally safe house.
"You guys okay?" Mason asked
"Yeah." Adler muttered, swinging his arm over your shoulder as you two sat in the back of the run-down van.
It was quiet except for the music Woods had on and Mason trying to secretly change said music without trying to get caught.
After a few moments, you spoke up, your voice soft and mostly drowned out by the music.
"I made you something." You said, pulling your duffle bag on your lap. It was heavily filled mostly with guns, and God knows what else.
Alder looked over to you in confusion and curiosity. "What is it?" Adler asked, his rough voice surprisingly soft.
You pull out two dolls. One clearly of you and the other clearly Adler. It was silent, Mason and Woods now arguing about music, but all you cared about was your boyfriend's reaction.
It took a few moments, like Adler couldn't fully comprehend that someone made something for him.
"They're... cute... thank you." Alder said, taking the doll that looked like you in his hands.
"You have mine, and I'll have yours, then we'll never be without each other." You said, resting your head on his shoulder.
He didn't speak, just stroking the dolls cheek before he kissed the top of your head. The journey on the way back was going to be long, but at least he had you with him even when he'll be across the other wide of the world. You'll be with him, like he'll be with you.
I write for The Boys, COD (Any cod game), Supernatural, Marvel, and I make lots of OCs, and I talk about a lot of rubbish about things. My requests are open!
I have nothing I won't write, except for anything to do with bodily fluids, so feel free to request anything but that. You may ask me anything as well! Please don't be scared to ask things, I'm more than welcome to write anything. :)
A/N: Yeah, I'm a fucking freak. Oh well... Enjoy, though.
The penthouse was quiet except for the soft jingle of a metal tag on leather.
Homelander was kneeling on the floor with a black collar tight around his throat, a little silver tag that read 'Mommy's puppy' and finally a leather harness across his chest. He was naked except for the collar and harness, of course, and finally, there was the chastity cage around his leaking cock that was trying so hard, and failing, to get hard.
"Please… Mommy…" Homelander whined, his caged cock bobbing as his hips twitched desperately, trying to hump your leg like the needy dog he was.
You kept ignoring him, eyes focused on your book as you lounged on the couch. He needed to learn that this predicament he was in was his own stupid fault.
It had started this morning. You'd been making breakfast when he came up behind you, rock hard, and started shamelessly humping against your ass like a desperate, untrained puppy. Grinding and whining against your neck, hands holding your hips a bit too tight as he begged to be touched like a whore at a brothel.
So you had dragged him to the bedroom and locked his leaking cock in the chastity cage, leaving him there with a simple message: "Puppies who can control themselves can come."
Now, here you were watching him pay the price.
"Plea-"
You cut him off as you put your book down and put your foot on his caged cock. "You want to be let free, pup?"
Homelander nodded so hard that a few strands of blond hair fell into his face. He crawled forward a bit, happy to do anything just for the sweet release of his cock. "Yes, mommy. I'll do anything," his voice whiny and pathetic like always when he was around you.
You pat the cushion next to you, and he happily jumped up onto the cushion, then, being the mean person you were, you patted your thigh. You watched as his face dropped in annoyance, but desperate need to fulfil your orders. Slowly but surely, he straddling you thigh and he started humping with slow thrusts.
"I feel like my puppy can go faster than that, actually, I know you can." You chuckled, slapping his face until there was a pinkish mark on his normally perfect skin.
Homelander whimpered at the slapping, he started umping your thigh faster, even as tears fell down his face and he started sniffing like a pathetic man that he was. He humped faster and faster, even though he wouldn't come, but he needed to praise so badly that the praise was like a second skin for him.
Finally, after who knows how long you stop his hips with a harsh slap. He hiccups and whines but she shut him up with a soft kiss and slowly unlocked the chastity cage as it fell apart from his cock he let out an happy sob in your mouth. Your long soft fingers wrap around his hard cock and slowly started stroking him, it only took three strokes before he came over your thigh with such a cry you were surprised it didn't break the windows.
"T-t-thank you mommy…"
"You're welcome, puppy." You spoke softly, stroking his blond hair as he hiccups and hides his face between your breasts. Slowly, he came down from his high in your safe hands. The safe hands he never wants to leave.
