Countryside !
COWBOY / COUNTRYSIDE AU!!!
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Hey. Just working. Working hard so I can please you.
Stories
Stalker König !
König is lovesick, obsessed, and starved of touch. Then, Moon comes into his life. Moon is a barista as a nearby Cafe. He wants her. Needs her…
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:PhypersexualslutHollywood Highschool !
Hollywood High School was a place full of glitz and fakery, where everyone pretended to be someone else. König reigned in this setting, the perfect, arrogant boy, feared and admired in equal measure. With his charming smile and closed heart, he used indifference as a shield. He was a heartless conqueror, leaving behind broken hearts and rumors, always distant, always in control, building walls to keep anyone from truly knowing him.
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:PhypersexualslutRaven Academy.
Hollywood High School was a place full of glitz and fakery, where everyone pretended to be someone else. König reigned in this setting, the perfect, arrogant boy, feared and admired in equal measure. With his charming smile and closed heart, he used indifference as a shield. He was a heartless conqueror, leaving behind broken hearts and rumors, always distant, always in control, building walls to keep anyone from truly knowing him.
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:PhypersexualslutNew neighbor !
König doesn’t have a place to live.
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:Phypersexualslut⟢ ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE !!
Everyone’s gay btw ( you can change it, dc )
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:PhypersexualslutFight.
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and freshly spilled dust, a familiar perfume in their shared history. Raian moved with the brutal grace of a predator, his muscles coiled, a dark storm contained in a human frame. Across from him, Moon was a whirlwind of focused fury, her movements sharp, precise, a silver flash against his overwhelming shadow.
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:Phypersexualslut“Help me.”
Moon and König have been dating for a few years now, they had even gotten engaged during the summer. König truly loved you more than anything in his life. He would always call her “doll” or “sweetheart.”
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:PhypersexualslutKindness.
During a mission, everything changes. An explosion throws the operation into chaos, and Moon is left injured and trapped beneath the rubble, her communication nearly gone, unsure if anyone will come back for her.
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:Phypersexualslut“We’re done.”
König and Moon had been friends for many years, and one day, they confessed their feelings for each other. Years later, König asked Moon to marry him, and she happily accepted.
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:PhypersexualslutForbidden.
Moon was a drug dealer who was well known around the world, and well respected too. She always wore bright colors, and her mansion was full of colors and plants, something very strange for a dealer as fearful as she was. Despite that, she always wore some kind of mask. One day, she was caught by König, a police officer. König and his colleagues caught her and arrested her. Hours later, Moon was sitting in a chair in an interrogation room. Suddenly, König removed the mask she always wore and... Wow. She was beautiful. König stared at her, and... fell in love.
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:PhypersexualslutCuriosity.
Moon was part of an indigenous tribe known for being the people who killed over a thousand people with just their bare hands. The name of the tribe was Kenda, and it was very well known, especially in history books.
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:PhypersexualslutYou lied.
Raphael and Moon shared a relationship that many envied. It was a sanctuary of tenderness and sincere affection. Raphael, known for his seriousness and reserved demeanor to the world, completely transformed when he was with Moon. Only she knew his sweetest side: his tight hugs, the spontaneous love notes, the way his voice dropped to a caring whisper when he called her name. For him, Moon was his universe, his anchor, and every gesture was loaded with an unconditional love that seemed unbreakable. One afternoon, Moon returned to their apartment earlier than expected. She had had an exhausting day and only yearned for Raphael's warmth and the tranquility of their home. She moved softly through the hallway, already envisioning her partner's smile. When she reached the bedroom door, she noticed it wasn't completely closed. A cold feeling, foreign to her usual peace, settled in her chest. She pushed the door open slowly. The scene she found hit her like a wave of ice. There, in the bed they shared—the sanctuary of their love—was Raphael. And beside him, was Abril, his bestfriend, with whom Moon had exchanged a few cordial words at social events. The Raphael who was there was not her Raphael, the kind and tender man who read poetry to her and wiped her tears. This Raphael was stiff, with an expression of absolute panic, a mask of guilt covering his face. The silence became heavy, broken only by the subtle rustle of the sheets.
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