#konig x reader fluff

[anticanonsposts]

Random Fluff Headcanons-König

Completely SFW

If your bed has a bunch of pillows and blankets he falls asleep so fast and will be dead asleep until he wakes up. It gets to the point where he just needs to be in your bed smelling you to fall asleep. 

Like this man will become dead weight on you if he falls asleep on top of you, to the point that you end up squeezing out from under him just to get some of his body heat off of you, and so you can breathe easier. 

Speaking of sleeping on you he can fall asleep on any part of your body as long as his head is resting there. Chest, butt, thighs, shoulders, back, ANYWHERE 

You’re pretty big but he has stressed so many times that that’s what he loves. And since dude is built the way he is he lifts you like you’re nothing. He consistently tells you that you are physically perfect for him and that he loves a woman with curves and rolls.

(I've seen a few relationship counselors on tik tok talk about how gym rats sometimes love bigger women, and König is so strong why wouldn't he want to do a few extra sets at home with you, using you)

This mountain of a man will kick his feet and cover his face whenever you text that you are coming over or you invite him over. 

When you two travel together you usually opt to drive since its cheaper and planes are very uncomfortable for him. In the car you can stop whenever you want to get out and stretch your legs, once you taught him the term ‘passenger princess’ he is obsessed with it and puts your name on the glove box on the passenger side of his car (probably truck let's be honest). Thankfully you like to talk a lot so that keeps him occupied when his mind wanders and he gets antsy while driving 

The few times that you do fly he is the brawns and you are the brains, you keep track of the boarding passes and gate changes and he is in charge of the bags, he usually needs to have something in his hand to fidget with whether it be a fidget toy or your hand, he gets more nervous on planes since once he enters a plan all eyes usually go to him. And he is cramped the entire time.

This obviously doesn’t help with his body dysmorphia issues and you usually try to distract him once you find your seats with little quips and how excited you are to reach your destination.

It does help that you two always get at least 3 seats (sometimes 4) to share between the two of you, so that you both are more comfortable and so you don't have to deal with any other people.  

Concerning love languages this man is the king of parallel play, he doesn’t care what each of you are doing as long as you are in the same room together, just your presence is comforting to him. 

One of your love languages is principally touch and he at first had no problem with you touching anywhere below his neck, it took awhile for him to get accustomed to someone touching his face and head so gently. 

But at this point in your relationship he loves nothing more than a hand on his cheek. 

Loves loves loves that you treat him like your guard dog, but especially when you go out and bring your friends with. At first you thought this might make you nervous but come one at the end of the day he is a man, and a man surrounded by (and protecting) women is gonna be happy.

If any man is dumb enough to approach or harass you....

They shit themselves once they see the man you have with you.

When you guys go to a club he often gets mistaken for a bouncer by other patrons walking up asking him questions, or other bouncers and bartenders come up to him, asking him to deal with rowdy people, at first he doesn’t understand why this keeps happening, and you just give him a sly smile and he understands. 

Speaking of clubs, he loves to get drunk but it usually takes him double what it takes you to get buzzed, which can get pretty expensive so he always insists on paying when you go out

Why would  you pay if I eat and drink double?

This x2 when you guys go out to eat or if he goes with you grocery shopping, (I cannot imagine the caloric intake a man that big takes in in a day)

Like many people, once you are both drunk, many of your insecurities and mental health issues diminish (obviously just for the short term) and he is no longer as conscious of his size and is able to better tune out the world and just enjoy himself without much encouragement.

Next part only pertains if you take edibles/smoke and if he does it with you..

When he’s high

The way that when girls cuddle and they want to be IN the other person’s skin, this is how he is when he’s high, his face is just glued to the nape of your neck, loving the smell of you and how close he can be to you.

When it comes to cuddling he just loves to be held by you, his favorite is when he's nestled on your chest. 

LOVES having your fingers in his hair.

If you have fake nails on and he loves the way scratches with those feel on any part of his body but especially on his scalp

When spooning he can go either big or little he likes things about both, he loves feeling you wrapped in his arms just getting to gaze at your pretty face, and the likes the security of having your arms wrapped around him.

The meme about dick on the butt and hands on the titties while cuddling is in full swing when you are the big spoon, your hands just rest on his pecs as it's laced with his.

Speaking of your nails, he loves everything to do with them, loves watching you do them, try new designs, and whenever you get a fresh set he admires them and tells you what he likes about them. 

As mentioned before he loves quality time even if you are doing two separate things, so when it takes hours to do your nails, he loves it.

When you are out in public, especially likes fidgeting with your nails, particularly when they have charms on them.

He also tends to fidget with your hands while you are in public and/or if he gets nervous.

He actually does let you paint his nails once he gets comfortable with you, but to your surprise he doesn't want them to be black bc he thinks its ‘too basic’  (you have no idea what content he was consuming to come to this conclusion) he ended up picking a pale iridescent almost opal color with a green tint, it's a lot more subtle which makes him more comfortable to show them off.

[mushies-stories]

Could you write one with konig coming home all beat up and sore and his new plus size gf gives him a massage? Thank you!

do i know how to give a massage? no, BUT i did try my darndest. I'm also plus sized, but short XD i hope you like it! thank you for the request! <3

Authors note: this is also my first time writing for König and I do not at all know German so thanks google aha. If anything is wrong or something doesn’t fit right, let me know please!

König X plus sized Reader

König’s body ached and his mind was tired. Thanks to his last mission he had a very long and rough past few days and just wanted to sleep. With a heavy sigh he unlocked his apartment and pushed through the door with his shoulder. From the hall he saw the kitchen light on and froze for just a moment before he heard your soft humming. A smile came to his lips as he kicked his boots off.

Abandoning his duffle bag by the door he made it to the kitchen without another sound. Not like it would have mattered, you hadn’t even noticed him coming home. He leaned against the door frame, body taking up most of the space while he watched you fuss about the kitchen. You were cleaning and putting dishes away. Swaying your hips and humming along to a song in your head you were completely oblivious to König's wandering eyes. He loved your curved, plump ass and thighs he always found himself groping. 

He had given you a key so if you needed anything while he was away or needed somewhere to go you could go there. In this moment he was grateful to himself. He was getting to see you like this, in his home and caring for him.

You had been so busy with cleaning up after cooking dinner for König so he had something when he got home, assuming it would be really late like he told you. 

It was only when you were finally done and put the last utensil away that you noticed him. Spinning on your heel to leave the kitchen you're started by your boyfriend towering in the doorway. You let out a high pitched yelp and hold your chest over your heart. "König! You scared me!” you gasp. “And what are you doing home so early?” you ask, looking up at him with a raised brow. 

“Tut mir leid.” he apologies and pushes off the door, taking the short stride to you. “Mission went better than I thought it would, got home early.” he mumbles and wrapped one arm around your shoulder and the other on the back of your head to bring you into him. 

Your head rests against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It told you he was alive and safe with you for the moment. “I made you dinner, I just wanted to make sure you ate something decent when he got back.” you told him. The relationship was still new and you didn’t want to push any boundaries by stepping into his space too much. 

“Liebling, it makes my heart warm knowing you care so much to do something like that.” he tells you and kisses the top of your head through the fabric. He really was happy, seeing you here after a long grueling mission set him at ease. He was more thankful for the meal, even if at the moment the only thing his body wanted to do was rest. “Need to shower first.” he says and goes to turn for the bathroom. 

Your hand wrapping around his forearm halts his movements and he looks back down to you, eyes questioning. You give him a shy smile and reach your hands up to the loose fabric of his mask and tug softly, silently asking permission to remove it. You wanted to kiss him, feel his lips since he had been away for a while. Reluctantly he nodded, not wanting to deny you when you looked up at him with big eyes and fluttery lashes. He lowered his head so you could slide it over his head. You set it down on the counter behind you and gasped softly. Brining your fingers to graze over your cheek you frown. He had a few bruises on his cheek and neck, clearly leading under his shirt. He got beat up badly this time around.

His hand engulfed your own then he tilted his head enough to kiss the palm of your hand. “I'm okay Liebling, no need to worry.” he whispers against your skin. 

Your frown never leaves but your heart does skip a beat, he was so soft with you. Even when he was in pain and beaten he stood before you being as gentle and caring as always. Shaking your head you take his hand in yours and start leading him to his bedroom. 

“What is it, Hase?” he asks.

Once you're in his room you let his hand go point to the bed. “Shirt off and on the bed.” you tell him. You know he's not normally one to take orders but he was also a stubborn man, something you learned early on. So, you thought being stern was your best bet since both of you knew you could do him no real harm. 

He cocked a brow at you and looked from the bed to you uncertain. He was still dirty, patched up but he didn't want to take the time to shower on base and came straight home. 

You noticed the look of worry in his eyes and chuckle with a shake of your head. “I'm going to give you a message, then you can take a hot shower and let your musicals relax.” you tell him and crawl into the bed, sitting on your knees. You motioned for him to hurry with a small smile. “Let me help take care of you König, please?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey.

He looked at your plush thighs as you sat. He thought being buried between them would be just as relaxing but he wanted to let you help him however you wanted, either way he would be right here with you. “Alright Hase.” he smiled and the plain black hoodie he had on over his head and dragged his undershirt with it. You contained your look of dislike over the bruises covering his body. You knew he was strong, tough and they just showed you just how well he would protect you… they also meant he was in danger more often than not and that thought scared you. He grounded when he finally relaxed onto the bed. He leaned back a little so he could turn and look at you. “Liebling, it’s really not that bad, just a little sore.” he made another attempt at reassuring you. He knows how bad it looks and just because he was used to it doesn’t mean you were, or really ever would be. 

You smile softly and nudge his shoulders to sit forward. “Hush, just sit there and relax.” you tell him with a little chuckle. Slowly your hands start to smooth over his back, locating the new cuts you found and giving each one a little kiss. 

König let out a content sigh and let his shoulders relax. His muscles loosened up a little too with just your sweet lips on his skin. Taking one more look over his back and shoulders for any you may have missed you started to really give him a message. Pressing your palms into his back and smoothing them up and over his shoulders. you take care to be gentle around any bruises and welts. When you hear a soft groan and see his head tilt forward, hanging lower and much more relaxed, your heart melts. 

The room is quiet for a while you work the knots from his shoulders. His breathing was slow and steady and from what you could see of his face, he had his eyes closed and his lips parted just a little. He was falling asleep.

Leaning up you press a tender kiss to his shoulder and his eyes flutter open. “Falling asleep on me?” you tease with another kiss to his bruised skin.

He nods and turns his body around enough to scoop you into his arms and bring you to his lap. You tried to swat at his hands and protest, telling him he was hurt and shouldn’t be lifting you but just ignored you and buried his head in the crook of your neck. “tut mir leid, your hands felt so good, puttin me to sleep.” he mumbles, his arms wrapped around your cushy middle. 

You lean your head on his and rake your fingers through his short hair. “Alright, go shower so you can get some rest.” you tell him and pat his shoulder. For a moment he doesn't move but when he does it's with you in his arms and is heading for the bathroom. “König, what are you doing?” you giggle sweetly.

“M’still sore, need you.” he says.

And that was that. König soon became accustomed to your skilled hands whenever he came home from a tough mission. Which meant you stayed over more and more, even while he way away. Soon permanently, he would make sure of it.

[snzuu]

I need to see those screenshots of pegging König pllllzzzzzzzz

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[tryingtoremembermyname]

my little princesses <3

[harpsinfinity]

Cuddling with Simon, Price and könig

Fem!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)

Simon Riley

Simon loves to just wrap you up in his big bulky arms, keep you out of harms way. He'll have you laying on his chest, your arms wrapped around him while he rubs your back gently. Sometimes he'll lay his head on your stomach, letting all the tension from his previous mission melt away as your hands play with his hair, your nails soothingly scratching his scalp.Your the only thing he knows that can take him away from everything, everything horrible he's done. With you he isn't Ghost

He's Simon, your Simon.

John Price

This man will give you bear hugs (we love our peepaw), you will literally be trying to wiggle out of his grasp to get some air, though you don't mind most of the time. Loves, loves, loves to lay on your chest with your soft hands grazing his back and scratching the base of his neck lightly.He loves to just lift you off your feet and take you to the nearest place to cuddle, wether that be the sofa or somewhere else. It doesn't matter as long as he has you in his arms. His arms will be wrapped tight around you, holding you like it'll be the last time he'll be able to.

Your all his, and he's all yours

König

This giant of a man will have you in his lap, holding your smaller body close to his, his rough, calloused hands holding your softer ones. Comparing the size difference between them with a light chuckle. He'll have his strong arms around your waist with yours wrapped around his thick torso, resting your head on his broad chest. He can't believe how small you are compared to him, a big brute of a man next to someone so soft and small, he's always so gentle with you, careful not to hurt his love.

He can just never get enough of you

[asmicity-writes]

Cuddling w Konig <3

Warnings: None

Sorry, part two is not available anymore :(

Pic:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first, he's worried that he might squish you to death in bed because well... size diff. You don't have the amount of muscle padding that he has, and he's aware! So when you start to cuddle n stuff, you had to start slow. Also, he was super nervous about it too because hes just a lil shy ykwim.

"Ahhh." Konig groans, sitting on the bed, making it lopsided due to his weight.

You were in bed, laying there innocently. You're eyes were half opened as you looked at him through your lashes. Konig places his mask down, and he whispers.

"Are you asleep, mein liebling?"

He places his rough hands on your pillowy thighs underneath your sheets, and rubs them. he spoons your figure and wraps his arms around your waist.

This was so out of character for your colonel, he was probably very sleepy. He brushes his hand and tangles it in your hair.

"So pretty..." he mumbles.

The moment your bodies molded together, you get tired. and start softly snoring.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-asmicity

a/n: As i write more, i started to realise i dont feel that comfortable writing NSFW for u guys. I get that you may like it but idk... theres lots of creators that do it too, so mayb ask them. Im rlly sorry yall :( ill be rewriting part two though. 💌

[prettyoatmeal]

Soaked Thighs (König x Reader)

Horny posting- sorry.

GENRE: Smut

SUMMARY: He fucks your thighs 🤭

Word Count: 468

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Masterlist here!

Your hips almost began to ache as his iron grip was practically ripping into your flesh.

He was close.

Your boyfriend's hips slammed into your thighs with a speed you could barely comprehend. Chasing his orgasm, he couldn't hold himself back.

The soft flesh of your thighs was enough to send him into hysteria like this. The way you squeezed them around his cock, your legs together propped like this over his shoulder, your wetness mixing with his, it was making him mad. He was in complete euphoria as he sobbed into your shoulder, begging for his release.

König couldn't help but let those choked sobs, he couldn't keep himself quiet as his brain couldn't comprehend anything else except how good you were making him feel.

"Please, please, please- ah,,"

His hot breath against your shoulder did no help, your wetness taking the best of you, making you let out a small whine.

You didn't think it was possible, but that needy whine you let out fuelled that burning fire inside him as his cock began to plow between your thighs faster and harder than before.

A mess was what he was. A sweaty mess chasing his orgasm, humping into you like a goddamn animal in heat, begging you for his release.

With eyes full of tears which have been constantly dripping and smearing onto your shoulder, he looked up at you, tired, mad, desperate.

"P-Please, Schatz... I can't-"

He was cut off by another sob he choked on as those beautiful, glistening tears rolled down his face. Overstimulated even before release, it was pathetic. His legs were shaking, he was on the very edge of glory as those loud, wet noises echoed in your ears along with those whimpers and whines König couldn't keep down his throat.

"I can't take it- fuck -anymore,, my love, please."

He'd beg and beg and beg and beg. That's all he could do. And all you could do was look back into those glassy eyes with a small smirk. You didn't say anything back. You didn't need to say anything back, the look on your face had said it all. His eyes widened.

You felt him tense up between your thighs, his hips struggling to keep the same pace. Letting out the most broken moan this man could, his thick seed spurted over your thighs and stomach as his hands gripped onto you like never before. His couldn't help but crash his forehead against yours as he let out those high pitched whines with your thighs continuing to squeeze around his cock even after his orgasm.

"Did you have fun?" You asked him with a smile as your hands made their way up to caress his wet, tear stained cheeks.

And his voice was gone, all he could do was nod.

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Goodnight <3

[anticanonsposts]

wholesome proposal/wedding thoughts

i need könig so bad man

totally sfw :)

in the least love bomb-ish way possible he would be infatuated with you immediately and if you wanted to marry him within the first 3-4 months of dating, he would say yes

but, knowing you, he waited long enough until you guys had gotten serious, lived together, and waited until you had made multiple jokes or references to you guys being married

i love him but I don't think he’d be the most subtle guy when figuring out what ring to get you 

you first noticed when he spent an inordinate amount of time looking at your hands when you wore rings

you would also catch him looking in your jewelry to see what colors you usually got 

(he makes sure to get the absolute basics of if you prefer silver or gold)

as it gets closer to the proposal you notice a couple of your rings go missing briefly, because he took them to a ring shop to get them sized 

when you asked him if he had seen them around he just happened to know the obscure places you ‘left’ them

Like in the cupholder in your car, or in one of your dresser drawers…

once he found the perfect ring, he’d be sooooo paranoid that he was gonna lose it, and checked about 100 times each day to make sure it hadn’t magically disappeared 

he also would change his hiding spot for it, so that you never found it 

given that he is a very private (shy) person, the proposal is not done with a large audience

he most likely would take you on a semi-private dinner, in a less busy restaurant, or one that offered more private seating so that you two could be more alone 

however the one person he does invite is either one of your best friends or sibling (who ever is closest to you) and has them wait somewhere nearby so that they can capture photos of the proposal 

once again, he is not subtle…

you defo notice that he is more nervous than normal and barely touches his food, which is VERY unusual for him

then finally when dessert is served he grabs one of your hands and says that he wanted to ask you something (lol you already know) 

he tells you how fulfilling your relationship has been and how much he loves and appreciates you

then finally gets on one knee and says, “will you do me the honor of marrying me?....Please?” (guy’s hands are SHAKING) 

you obvi say ofc, yes!!!

both of your hands coming to his face pulling him towards you into a kiss

in return he pulls you completely against him, wrapping his (giant) arms around your torso and you are assaulting his face with kisses, only interrupted when he says

‘schatz schatz, I need to give you the ring’ a laugh rumbles through his chest, gently pulling you off of him and guiding the ring onto your finger 

both of you have glossy eyes at this point  

for the next two weeks he is on cloud nine, absolutely nothing deters his mood

he also holds your hand CONSTANTLY and stares at you even more than he normally does

man is just so happy 

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Sweet Tooth

König is strict with his diet. He eats high protein, lots of vegetables, and *no* sugar. He has to stay in top condition for his missions. Which is why you're surprised when you get up for a glass of water and see him shoving one of the cookies you made today in his mouth. It isn't his first one, either. He looks so guilty standing there naked in your kitchen that you just kiss his cheek and go back to bed. Neither one of you brings it up, but you start baking more and more treats every day. You claim they're gifts for friends, but you secretly keep track of which ones go missing mysteriously.

He knows there's a problem when he can't quite button that old set of tactical pants covered in rips and questionable stains that show off every inch of his... assets. He can't believe he let himself get 'fat', and you can't believe that he considers himself fat. He vows it won't happen again and works out religiously to get back into shape before his next mission.

The next holiday season, you go easy on him and only bake a few of his favorite treats, finding excuses to stumble upon him eating them late at night in your kitchen. You finally tell him that he can work off the extra calories, no guilt needed. The cheeky grin on his face is the only hint you have before he shows you exactly what kind of workout he wants. Those tac pants have never fit better.

[starryylies]

König: before you and after you

✰ Before: könig who hated the way his body looked.

✰ After: könig who loves the way your frame clings to his burly body while you lay in deep slumber

✰ Before: Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face: könig who hated his unnatural height compared to others

✰ After: is now full of it as he stands behind you smiling smugly as you try to reach for a container in the higher shelves.

✰ Before: könig who thought his accent was incoherent and odd.

✰ After: is now the man who loves the affect his accent has on you.

✰ Before: könig who hated the scars on his body.

✰ After: he who now has started to come to terms with them because of the sweet praises and kisses you leave as you lay on him.

✰ Before: könig who mostly spent his time alone

✰ After: könig who only enjoys spends his time with you.

✰ Before: könig who had difficulty dealing with issues because his anxiety

✰ After: könig whose nerves calm the second his name leaves your mouth.

✰ Before: könig who was adamant about sexual intimacy because he was scared of hurting you.

✰ After: who loves the way your tight walls grip around him as he treats you like porcelain, so pretty under him.

✰ Before: könig who thought it would be next to impossible to find someone who loves him.

✰ After: Is now proven wrong as you smother his face with kisses

✰ Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face

✰ After: now considers them as stories that lead him back to you.

✰ Before: könig who never truly felt like he belonged

✰ After: who finally feels home being with you

For @umxnothanks 🩷

[snzuu]

help i just pegged konig on j.ai... 

[dmitriene]

muncher!könig, but only if it's relates to your pussy — he's a good boy that stays loyal his temple, one that is keeped right between your supple thighs, rounded flesh keeps his thick fingerprints from the way he holds on to them, because otherwise you'll slip out from under the ministrations of his fat tongue, and he doesn't want that at all.

könig easily brings you to overstimulation every time, because if you let him try once, he won't come off — licking into your sopping, coated in your slick and his saliva, cunt, tracing circles around your slit and moving up and down, jaw opening till it's hurts him and his nose is bumping and rubbing against your twitching little clit.

he's everywhere — inside where your gooey, gummy walls pulse around his tongue that lolled out to fuck into your sweet pussy and against your spongy spots, or outside — where könig endlessly sucks on your swollen clit or licks against your slit, folds puffy and fluttering just as your eyelashes everytime you roll your eyes back inside your mushy, empty head.

everything squelches, ringing in your ears together with loud slurps and chocked groans that emanate from könig's slightly chapped lips, now soft because of how much they are coated in your slick and creamy cum, dribbling to his chin and down to your trembling thighs, before landing onto once dry sheets.

könig won't stop until his hunger is satisfied, in spite of how much more chocked and squeaky your melodic moans and mewls become — slowly turning into sobs and whines, small twitches of your limp limbs.

cause once you let a dog get a taste, he won't stop begging for more.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Napping with König

My blog is 18+ Minors DNI.

This is just another Fluffy piece.

Napping with the behemoth of a man that is Colonel König is one of the few things that truly calm you down after a long, stressful week.

“That’s it, Biene, rest your little head on my chest,” he coos as he wraps his strong arms around you. You’re face down on his front, legs straddling his hips as you tangle your fingertips in his hair.

He needs a haircut.

“What did you just call me Kö?” You grumble sleepily as you burrow your nose into his t-shirt. He smells like Old Spice and your floral fabric softener. You inhale the familiar scent as you feel your body slowly loosening, relaxing.  

“Biene,” he repeats as he chuckles softly, “It means bee,” he explains as he places a kiss to your head.

“At least it’s not Schnecke,” you huff, eliciting another amused chuckle from the large man beneath you.

"I'm sorry that German isn’t as flowery and pretty as Spanish or Italian,” he says and you can hear the pout in his voice. He’s teasing you but you play along.

“No sense of humour, calling your partner a snail, such boring people,” you say with a smile as you feel the tension leaving your shoulders.

“Hey, Austrians have a sense of humour,” he chides you gently as he rubs his hands up and down your back, warm and soothing. You groan softly as he digs his fingertips into your tense shoulder blades.

“Yeah? Prove it,” You slur as you feel sleep pulling at the edge of your mind, the low rumbling of König’s voice lulling you off to sleep already.

“What do you call a bear with no teeth?”

“Dunno,” you grumble.

“A gummy bear,” he whispers, like it’s the best kept secret.

You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, it’s silly and not deserving of an actual reaction. But it makes your stomach flutter, your affection for this man knows no bounds.

“Boo,” you groan into his chest.

“How do you throw a party in space?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You planet.”

“Stop,” you groan, your smile making your cheeks hurt as he squeezes you tight.

“What kind of car does an egg drive?”

“Kö, stop,” you giggle as you feel his own body shake with silent laughter.

“A Yolkswagen.”

“You’re terrible,” you hiss as you lean up and give him your best angry glare.

“But it made you feel better, no?” He counters, his ice-blue eyes glittering with amusement as he meets your gaze.

“It did, thank you,” you shakes you head as you flop back down onto his chest, “Now let me sleep.”

“As you wish, Biene.”

“Just resting my eyes” (Napping with Ghost) Napping with Captain John Price Napping with Gaz Napping with Soap CoD Masterlist