Welcome Home X Human Reader

Welcome home x human reader

You grew up watching the TV show, despite it being from the seventies and you being a nineties kid. Your mum had brought all the VHS tapes when she was old enough and practically raised you on the thing - to the point you knew some of the episodes off by heart. In fact, you even watch it as an adult with your own job and flat, finding it soothing after a long day of work.

However, after a particularly long day and stressful day, you come home to put it on and find yourself dreaming of the show - it's not unusual. What is unusual, however, is how you fall asleep in this dream and don't wake up back on your sofa with your TV blaring the silly kids show

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Introduction

Hello!

I know I haven’t been posting for very long, but I thought I would take the time to say that - due to exams - I won’t be posting as frequently for about a month. I’ll try and keep up posting, but I probably won’t do much, sorry about that!

141 + König w/ a reader who’s just had a long day

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141 + König & reader

Short Drabble

You’ve had a long day on base, boring and packed full of things you didn’t want to do. Now you just need to rest.

By the time you finally find yourself making dinner the sun has set, leaving the only light to be provided by the LED bulbs of the communal kitchen. It’s a miserable feeling, everything is so quiet and still. Nothing feels like it should, especially with the fact that all of the boys have retreated to their rooms, leaving you alone to sort yourself out.

You give up on whatever pathetic attempt at “dinner” you’re trying, opting instead to slouch back into a chair slightly pulled out from the table. Despite the fact that sleep is tugging desperately on your weary mind, you can’t find the energy to stand up and go to bed.

What does get you moving, however, is the idea of being able to see your favourite person on base. The thought alone gets you to your feet, trudging slowly towards his room, avoiding the temptation to just lay down on the carpet of the hallway and fall asleep.

———-Captain John Price-———

You don’t bother knocking on his door, instead just twisting the handle and pushing the door open

He’s sat up in bed, book in hand and glasses resting on his nose, bathed in the warm light of his bedside lamp

Price doesn’t bother to look up, only murmuring: “Close the door behind you”

You pad into the room, sliding the door shut behind you and letting it click shut. He doesn’t look up at you at all, eyes fixated on the book he’s holding up. You can’t help but watch him read, seeing his eyes flirt surprisingly fast across the page as you round the other side of the bed.

Soft, warm cotton greets your skin as you pull the sheets back. The mattress sinks under you as you gently climb into bed, still wearing your daytime clothes. This seems to get Price to react, as he turns his head to look at you over the top of his glasses.

“Take off the jeans, you’re not wearing those to bed.”

It’s a simple request, but still hard to do with your complete lack of energy. You do manage to strip the jeans off, electing to kick your socks off along with them. After a few seconds of deliberation, you slip off any other even mildly uncomfortable clothing garment and then climb back into his bed.

He doesn’t stop you this time, instead lifting up the arm closest to you. It’s in invitation, one you gladly take, to slide in and lay your head gently on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, feel him breath, and it’s practically already lulling you to sleep.

“Long day?” He mumbles, turning the page of his book.

You don’t bother answering properly, letting out a small sound and nodding your head instead.

“We best sleep then.” This time he closes his book as he speaks, placing it on the night stand along with his glasses. He shuffles down the mattress, letting you get comfy with your head on his chest before turning the light off.

———Simon “Ghost” Riley———

You don’t even get the chance to knock on the door before he’s opening it, dressed in plaid pyjama pants and a slightly baggy grey shirt

He still has a balaclava on, one with a big hole over his eyes, allowing you to see the concerned look he’s giving your puffy, tired, red eyes

He ushers you into his room, giving you the command to “get into something comfortable” before slipping out of the room and walking off

Simon comes back not too long after he left, having given you a chance to get changed into a pair of his pyjama shorts and a hoodie. It’s warm and smells both of him and of laundry detergent.

When he comes back, he has a plate in one hand a a plastic water bottle tucked under his arm. Half of an apple - cut into slices - and a piece of buttered toast are on the plate.

“You need to eat,” he grumbles, pushing the door shut and twisting the knob as it slips into place.

He guides you to sit on his bed, holding the plate in front of you, prompting you to take it. Once you do, he does the same with the bottle - after cracking the seal for you.

You take a bite of the toast, realising he’s put honey on it. Not too much, but just enough for it to taste sweet.

Ghost sits next to you as you eat, hand on your knee, thumb swiping back and forth across your skin. It’s an action that has you leaning into him by the time you’ve finished eating. He takes the plate from you, prompting you to have a drink before placing the bottle on the floor next to the plate.

“You look like you need sleep,” he whispers, guiding you to lay in his bed, facing the wall.

It’s not long before he’s slipping in behind you, having put on some rain noises to play in the background. Wrapping his arm around your waist, Ghost pulls your back to his chest a bf tucks your head under his chin.

——-John “Soap” MacTavish-——

You have to knock a few times before he answers, having been dead asleep

Both his eyes and his posture are droopy, showing you just how hard he’s finding it to drag himself out of bed for you

It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he sees you though, or from pulling you into his room and kicking the door shut as gently as he can

Soap doesn’t say much if anything as he drags you over to his bed in the near total darkness of his room. He guides you to the bed, helping you shuffle into it just before he does.

You don’t mind the lack of words or light, actually finding it quite nice on your tired senses. It gives you a break after the day you’ve had.

Soap pulls you against his chest, practically laying you on top of him as he wraps his arms around you. It’s still for a moment emigre he pulls you up slightly, just enough to start placing kisses against the top of your head.

He keeps doing this, placing soft, rhythmic kisses into your hair. One hand comes to rest on the small of your back while the other moves up to mess with your hair. Specifically, the fuzz at the nape of your neck. He teases it slightly, tugging as gently as possible, rubbing it between his fingers.

You take a moment to intertwine your legs with his. He moves with you, only moving so as to prevent you from having to move him.

You stay like that for a long time, wrapped up in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing. It’s safe and warm, and you feel tired.

———————König———————

He opens the door after exactly one knock, almost like he’s waiting for you, to scared to tell you he knows you’re there before you tell him

He reaches out, scooping you up almost immediately and pushing the door shut, holding you against his big, warm body

No time is wanted before he’s speaking loving words into your ear, proving himself up against the headboard and wrapping a blanket around you

König holds you close as soon as he’s able to get his hands on you, bringing you up to wrap your legs round his waist. It’s slightly I comfortable with how big he is, but his warm hands on your thighs more than make up for it.

He slips into his bed, back pressed against the back board, pulling a pillow up behind him to his spine isn’t pressing directly into the wood.

“Oh Mein kleiner schatz, you look exhausted,” he mumbles, petting your hair and back as he wraps a blanket around you.

You can’t help but nozzle into his chest slightly, relishing in his warm hand messing with your hair. His other hand is drawing patterns into your skin over the denim of your jeans.

“How about we take these off and get you comfortable?” He whispers into your ear, hugging you close for a second before helping you stand up. He’s insistent in helping you change, only turning his back when you strip off your undergarments in a favour of one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.

As soon as you’re more comfortable, he’s pulling you back into the bed - back into his lap - to swaddle you in a blanket again. He’s pressing you against his chest as soon as possible, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“It’s ok, mein maus, you Can sleep now.” Is the last thing you hear before you fully relax into your giants chest.

☆*.｡About me + Boundaries｡.*☆

About me:

My name is Ursa_Tan, but I go by Bear/Ursa and use they/them/it/its pronouns. I'm also open to whatever weird and wonderful pronouns you guys want to use for me as long as they aren't she/her/hers or he/him/his/. I'm 19 years old and queer, so this blog is a safe space for LGBTQIA+ and poc folk. I want to make my blog a safe space for everyone by tagging things correctly, so please feel free to say something if I haven't tagged something correctly!

Also, always feel free to message me and say hi! I’m more than willing to talk to people and always happy to make new friends/mutuals! :)

Do not interact with me if you're proship/zoo/comship/etc. You are not welcome on my blog and will promptly be blocked.

Boundaries:

This is in regards to my fanfic writing, so please read this before you request anything :) I will be updating this as time goes on :)

Please read this as well before requesting

Yes! :)

Reader x Cannon

Cannon x Cannon

Dub-con/Con-Non-Con (if I'm in the right head space)

NSFW (as long as the creator is ok with it - I am willing to write for #PlayFellowXXX)

Gore/Violence

AUs (please tell me who the creator is so I can get the characters right and give credit)

NO :(

Pedophelia

Ageplay

Incest

Zoophilia

Scat/Water sports

Rape/Non-con

Gore/Violence in a sexual setting

Welcome Home eating headcannon

My personal headcannon is that everyone in Home can eat, but only Wally needs to eat.

Sure, Howdy likes cabbages, lettuce or other leafy greens, but he doesn’t need to eat, he just likes it

Barnaby enjoys his weird chilli dog amalgamation that he makes howdy make him almost every day, but that’s just it, he enjoys it

But Wally? He has to eat or he starts getting this sharp pain in his stomach, almost like something is burning him up from the inside. It’s sharp and painful and he hates it, so he eats. He just happens to like apples the most.

Also, because Wally is the only one who needs to eat, he can’t talk to anyone else about how painful it is if he doesn’t eat. It also means he never gets a chance to put a name to the feeling, so he doesn’t really know that it’s called hunger, just that it hurts and he doesn’t like it. I also think it’s the only pain he’s ever felt, so it’s especially unpleasant.

(Yes, I am aware that this isn’t actually cannon, but it’s what I like to think)

Audio commissions

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I’m debating opening audio commissions for the COD MW2 boys, would anyone be interested?

There are only 4 options as of current, but I need to know if anyone would consider purchasing them due to having to works with someone else to produce audios

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