Introduction

Introduction

As a kid born right before the turn of the new millennium, you were born about 30 years too late to watch the kids puppet show Welcome home - but that never stopped you. Your mother had the VHS tapes of the original show, every episode and every season of it, and you'd watch as many episodes as you could after school every night. It got to the point that you knew some of the episodes off by heart. The big blue dog - Barnaby - was always your favourite. In fact, you had a small, blue, stuffed dog that you named after your favourite character despite it looking nothing like him.

Even as an adult, you still love the show and watch it after a long or stressful day at work. You find yourself reciting the lines alongside the characters as you cook or clean, enjoying using the colourful show as background noise. You still can't sleep without cuddling up to Barnaby.

Something about the show, however, always gives you super vivid dreams. Any time you watch it before going to bed, you'll have a dream so vivid you're almost sure you're in the shows setting. Until you wake up, that is.

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For description-

The reader is ~5'6" with hair that goes just below their shoulders. They're flat chested but other wise no other descriptor of gender is used.

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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Pervert König part 2; he's just constantly trying to get away with staring and touching y/n, to the point where they try to have a quickie on a mission that almost goes wrong? Just an idea-

How kinky can he get?…

König x reader

Requested

Part 1, Part 2

After your little fiasco, he can’t help but try and get his hands on you any chance he gets… it nearly goes badly.

Reader uses callsign blue because I couldn’t think of anything else… I’m writing this at 2:37am where I am, cut me some slack

König has been relentless since you invited him to your room. Wondering hands and eyes becoming ceaseless when he thinks no one is looking. It doesn’t help that you’ve been left alone together, isolated on the roof of a building.

“How copy Blue?” Price’s voice calls through your comms, forcing you to remove one hand from the sniper rifle to answer. It unsteadies the gun slightly, but you manage.

“All clear up here Captain. Target not yet spotted.” Its a standard response that conveys everything anyone would need to know.

“Good. We’re still scouting on the ground, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Price replies, talking about him and Gaz. Soap and Ghost were off somewhere else, but knowing the Lieutenant, everything would be fine.

“Mein schatz…” König mumbles. He’s laying on his stomach beside you, not paying attention to the gun he seemed so desperate to hold not even that long ago. “You look so pretty laid out like that…”

“Not now, the target could appear at any moment,” you shift slightly, pulling your snipers hood to adjust it. You can’t risk being seen by anyone who doesn’t already know you’re there, the mission is too high stakes.

König elects to ignore your hushed warning, placing his large palm on the back of your thigh. It rests just above your knee. For a moment, you think he’s going to leave it there, but then it starts to slide up your leg.

His gloves catch on the fabric slightly, causing it to bunch and pull as he moves his hands upwards. It’s driving you mad that you can’t push him away - a moment away from the scope could be the difference between making the shot and botching the mission.

“Just let me feel you mein schatz…? Please?” His voice is pathetic as he whispers out the plea. For a man so big, he sounds so small.

“König I can’t mess this shot up,” you growl. Nothing in you wants to tell him to stop but you have to anyway, so you settle for a compromise - or at least it seems that way to you.

“That wasn’t a no~” suddenly, his voice becomes a purr. His hand shifts, gripping the inside of your thigh and sliding up.

It takes him seconds before his fingers are at your core, two of them massaging your cunt through the fabric of your trousers. Everything in you has to fight to stop you from pushing back against him, grinding yourself into his fingers.

“Keep your eyes on the streets mein schatz,” König says, like he wasn’t practically begging for you to let him distract you just moments ago.

“I’m trying,” you hiss out through clenched teeth. He only chuckles in response, massaging your cunt in just the right way.

Barely any time passes before you can feel warmth growing between your legs. Your body is begging for him, to be touched properly, to grind back into his hand and forget about everything else.

Apparently, you don’t have to worry about it, as König is hoisting your hips up the best he can without shifting your head too much. You don’t get a chance to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches underneath you and undoes both your belt and your trousers.

“König I need-” you try in vain to get him to stop, a verbal slap in the wrist wouldn’t stop this man.

“I will be gentle.” Is all you get in response as he works your trousers down your thighs, letting them rest just below your knees. This gives you the chance to drop your hips again, giving you a steadier view down the scope and into the streets.

This peace doesn’t last long, however, as his hands starts groping and caressing your thigh again. He keeps it mid thigh for a moment, indulging in the softness and the warmth of your skin.

Soon enough, his hand is following the same pattern as before, sliding up your bare leg and towards your core. He takes a momentary detour, gripping the fat of your ass in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze. Part of you knew it would’ve been a rather loud slap had it not been for your current location.

Ultimately, König’s hand comes back to rest over your clothed cunt. His hand feels almost unnaturally warm, calloused fingers gently pressing against your warmth. He’s almost mimicking the same pattern he would pulse his fingers at if he were fucking you.

“It is so hard to keep my hands off of you~” König growls, his middle finger finding your clit through your panties. He rubs it, small, slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I- I Can tell.” You readjust your rifle, shouldering it slightly differently. It’s a desperate, failed, attempt at distracting yourself from König’s ministrations.

“Shhh, concentrate,” he chuckles lowly, almost to himself. It feels like he’s making fun of you as he does.

You don’t get a chance to respond though, as König presses down on your clit in just the right way. Your body jumps slightly, tensing in pleasure for just a second before you relax again.

As much as you try to fight it down, anger bubbles up inside you. They couldn’t been the difference between making the shit and botching the mission.

“König I—” your body jolts again, this time with the sensation of the crotch of your panties being pulled aside.

König’s now ungloved fingers are pressing against your slick cunt. He slides them back and forth through your slick, gathering it up on his first and middle finger. You know exactly what he’s going to do and you don’t have the heart - or the chance - to stop him.

His fingers are slipping inside you before you can say anything. They slide in to the knuckle, completely buried inside you. Everything about him is so massive that even just a couple of his fingers provide you with an amazing stretch.

König only gives you a few seconds before she starts to curl his fingers into your sponges sweet spot. They’re slow, deliberate, *teasing* curls that are already causing heat to flood to your core.

It’s such a delicious feeling that you eyes start to unfocus . Pleasure starts to trickle through your body, staring at your stuffed cunt and spreading outwards. It’s a sensation that causes the rope in your belly to tighten a lot faster than you thought it would.

“König I’m… Fuck…” is the only words you can mumble out while still looking down your sniper’s scope.

“Don’t worry, cum for me~” König purrs, fingers continuing to work the same, perfect rhythm.

“Target in sight. Take the shot Blue.” Price’s voice suddenly crackles through your headphones just as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“Yes… sir…” it takes everything in you not to stutter. König’s continued movements don’t help, but but some miracle, you take the shot and eliminate the target.

What you don’t realise is that König has not only stopped but also pulled his fingers out. The stress of the situation holds you from noticing until he’s pulling your trousers back up and you realise that you never came while he was finger fucking you.

“What? That’s not fair!” You whisper shout, already staring to move towards the exit.

“I was distracting you mein schatz, you said you needed to be concentrating.”

“…fuck.”

Soft

Wally Darling x Reader (Platonic or Romantic)

Requested: No

To your surprise, Wally's hair isn't a solid mass of hair spray and bobby pins! Rather, its an intricately weaved together hair style that nearly falls apart when you run your hands through it. Though Wally doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.

Word count: 609 Reading time: ~2 mins

TW: None No descriptions of the reader's gender + they/them pronouns, but the reader is briefly mentioned to be wearing a dress

You sit on the blanket Julie has laid out, legs tucked under you with your dress' skirt pushed over your knees. It's a beautifully sunny day, just like every other day this week as been. Which is why Julie had decided that it was the opportune time to put together a picnic. Wally interrupts your light day dreaming when he walks over, sitting next to you with his legs crossed.

"Hello neighbour," he says, voice soft and monotone as always.

"Heya Wally, enjoying today?" You ask, glancing at him for a second before closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost in the feeling of the sun on your face.

"I am, it's wonderful. Are you?"

You hum out a response, shifting slightly to lay your legs in front of you. Leaning back on your hands becomes more comfortable than holding yourself up.

Suddenly, an unexpected weight is placed in your lap, gently laid across your thighs. You crack an eye open, having to readjust to the bright sunlight. When you can finally see properly again, you're met with the sight of Wally. His head in placed in your lap, eyes closed and signature smile on his face. His fingers are intertwined and hands laid on his stomach while his legs are straight out, relaxed and slightly parted.

"You comfortable there?" You chuckle lightly, placing a hand on Wally's chest and toying with the end of his silk ascot.

"Very, thank you neighbour." He doesn't bother opening his eyes to look at you - which is rather strange for Wally, but you brush it off as him being relaxed.

Slowly, you remove your hand from his chest and place it behind you, leaning back again. Although, from the way Wally opens his eyes and looks at you, you can tell he he wasn't particularly fond of your choice. But your other wrist hurts and you need to give it a break, so you choose instead to play with his hair. Or at least you attempt to.

Everyone in home knows Wally takes a lot of pride in his appearance - not in a vain way, he just likes to look good. And as a result of that, you expected his hair to be solid, held together by mass amounts of hair spray. What you don't expect in the slightest is how soft it is. Your fingers disappear easily into the blue pompadour, sinking into the soft, almost fluffy mass without a problem.

You expect to find a bobby pin in there somewhere, and while you do, it does take a moment. Completely lost in how soft his hair is, you don't realise that Wally's hair has begun to unravel. Gently, it begins to untwine, falling into your lap.

"Neighbour?" Wally opens his eyes again, looking up at you, "What are you doing?"

"Oh!" It's almost as if his words bring you back to reality, make you aware of what you're doing, "I'm so sorry Wally, I didn't mean to ruin your hair," You mumble, removing your hand from his hair.

However, your movement doesn't get far as the puppet in your lap reaches up to grab your hand in both of his. He guides it back to his head, placing it back in the same position it was in before you took it away.

"I can fix it later neighbour." Wally smiles up at you, letting his eyes fall shut again.

You chuckle lightly, threading your fingers into his hair again. Once again you lose yourself in the feeling of his hair. You twirl the loose curls around your fingers, watching them coil and then fall away from around your digits.

☆*.｡How to request｡.*☆

It’s come to my attention that I haven’t made how to request things very clear so… here we are!

Please read this as well before requesting

Fandoms and who I’ll write for:

(I am working in trying to get other characters right, but I don’t feel like I have the characterisations yet, so I don’t wanna chance it)

Welcome Home

Wally Darling

Barnaby b. Beagle

Howdy Pillar

Eddie Dear

COD MW

Simon “Ghost” Riley

John “Soap” MacTavish

König

Captain Price

How to request-

Send me an ask with the characters you want, the emoji that corresponds with the theme, a general idea of what you want!

For example: “Wally Darling, 🌸, he notices the reader is sad and tries everything he can to comfort them”

!!!Attention!!!

I will ignore asks if they don’t have enough detail for me to write about. Please include at least a little detail, only giving a characters name will result in your request getting ignored :(

Question time!

Would people be interested in me posting a Wally fanfic that involves a lot of gore and very heavy cannibalism? I just wanna know peoples opinions of it