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Loser!König resting his head in your lap while you watch your shows. face pressed to your tummy as he breathes you in, eyes closed as he enjoys you scratching his scalp. your binge is slightly derailed when he not-so-subtly shifts to be face first against your crotch instead, a loud, muffled sigh leaving him
Boyfriend!König who pauses when he sees you lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly knit as you idly shift from side to side. he comes back to reality when you loudly huff, your irritated gaze landing on him. before he can ask you’re sitting up, “König, c’mere. M’sore.”. quick on his feet, he settles down next to you, watching as you take his wrists in your hands. “Just gonna— your hands are warm.”, you mumble, guiding them to rest under your navel, “Just need a minute, please?”. who is he to deny your pleading tone, rough, warm hands beginning to slowly knead at you, “I’ll stay for more than a minute, Schatzi.”
SignificantOther!Reader who has Boyfriend!König saved as 'wife' in their contacts. your friends haven't seen any pictures of him yet, but they see you texting him occasionally. the profile picture you have saved for him doesn't help them deduce anything either, just an up-close picture of his eye and a sliver of his nose. they're constantly asking to see pictures of the mystery man, groaning when you say, "Ah— he's a little... camera shy? He covers the camera with his hands."
Ghost making small talk with Soap over what they have planned when they go on leave. Ghost shrugs and grunts, “Told the bird next door tha’ my plants need ‘elp. Pretty things comin’ over.”, he idly glances away before continuing, “Should pick a few up before then.”
ChronicallyOffline!Johnny who doesn’t actually use social media. it seems a little misleading at first, him taking selfies at the gym or using the occasional slang, but it’s not directly for or from the internet. Johnny picks up slang from Kyle and rookies here and there, half the time using a word wrong because he didn’t hear the context. the selfies are for Civilian!Reader, his bonnie thing curled up on the couch at home. occasionally a selfie is sent to Kyle and Simon. Johnny is completely ignorant to trends, oblivious to doing them with him. obviously if you send him a bicep picture he’ll send you one back, flexing proudly while grinning at the camera
Boyfriend!Kyle who’s been enamored with you since he saw you. how you didn’t notice immediately is beyond him, the poor man had been all dreamy-eyed and soft sighs while listening to you talk. he didn’t need to write down your favorite songs or fast food places, or which media you had just gotten into, but he did anyways just in case. it took you a while to notice his nervous laughter when you glanced at him a second too long, or how his attempts at dates registered as hanging out to you. he never thought you’d get together until Johnny mouthed off about how you acted like an old couple. MacTavish still claims he played cupid ‘getting you together’ much to Kyle’s displeasure
Boyfriend!Simon Riley who couldn’t be threatened by you even if you tried. you can square your shoulders and glare at him all you like, he’s got an unimpressed grin tugging at his chapped lips beneath his balaclava. there isn’t a bone in his body that’s scared of you, eyes glossed over with boredom when you pop out from behind a door. he’s tougher, stronger than you. so he pesters you with dry remarks and graceless movements, shoulder checking you for fun. when it finally gets on your nerves, when you snap that you’ll strangle him if keeps it up, a rough chuckle leaves him, “I’d like t’see you try.”, head lolling back as he bares his neck
Loser!König meeting Boyfriend!Horangi’s partner. nothing eats at him quite like the guilt deep in his gut for forming a crush on you, especially after seeing how you laugh and smile at Horangi. it makes his chest tight laying awake at night imagining you clinging to him instead, the unrequited adoration settling heavy in his throat
