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I'm not dead✌️

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I need more And One fans in my life

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*meeeting a friend for coffee* friend: how's work been?

me: oh you know *mimes putting a gun in my mouth but i moan a little and start sucking the barrel and pushing it deeper

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I'm working I promise.

Sneak peak for the next post:

I have no idea how to continue this, and it irritates me so much.

If I post next month, I apologize in advance.

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König loves touching you, but not out of sexual need, but because he adores you.

König x Male!Reader, Fluff, Slight NSFW at the end. Minors, ageless accounts DNI. I am not responsible for what you see on the internet.

That's just how König was. You were a treasure he wanted to explore further, learn about, and keep as close as humanly possible. He wanted your body against his, to feel your velvety skin under his rough fingertips and mold the curves of your body in his palms, memorizing every scar, freckle, mole, and dip that decorated your figure. He could spend hours counting the freckles on your back when you lay together in bed, caressing your shoulder blades and running his blunt nails against the curve of your spine, feeling you breathing slower as you relaxed in his touch.

When you were hanging out the laundry, he would hold you close, digging the pads of his fingers into the dips of your hips, feeling the bone there, and drawing mindless circles on the area with his chin resting on your shoulder, listening to you ramble about your day with the softest smile gracing his lips. He just loved you so much. You were the light that shone in his once-dark life, making everything seem pink again.

But sometimes, König could be a little too touchy. For example, if you woke up earlier, leaving him alone in your shared bed while you made coffee, he'd sneak behind you and rest his palms on your chest, giving you a tight squeeze and mumbling, "Why're you up so early...?" against your shoulder, trailing soft, feather-like kisses on the thin skin of your neck, sneaking one hand underneath your shirt to rest on your pectoral muscle, giving the tight muscle a loving squeeze, and getting a groan from you.

If the two of you lay on the couch and you were engrossed in your phone or television, not paying him attention, he'd sneak his hands under your shirt, pulling you closer until your back was pressed firmly against his chest. He'd nuzzle his nose in the back of your neck, caress your stomach, moving his hand up to your belly button and between your pectorals, and then back down, feeling your abdominal muscles contract and relax with his touch. He'd move his thumb down the trail of hairs under your belly button that directed his hand to his sweet treat, sneaking his fingers under the waistband of your boxer briefs.

But he wouldn't do more. He'd just touch you - taking pleasure in the smooth texture of your skin, resting his palm on your crotch, not trying to arouse you, but wanting to feel you. Feel your warmth radiating onto his hand, listen to your breath catch in your throat as you are unsure of his intentions. His free hand would move up to squeeze your pec, taking in a breath of your scent, murmuring nonsense against your skin.

Your phone was long lost on the couch. Your hand moved up to rest on his on your chest, humming as he caressed you. "König?" you whispered, wanting to understand his intentions, but he merely hummed, giving your inner thigh a firm squeeze, feeling your muscles tense and relax in his palm.

He'd kiss you, touch you, caress you, knowing you would leave whatever you were doing and pay your full attention to him.

He just loved you so much. He wouldn't do anything you didn't agree to, but he would touch you, feel you, because you were his treasure - the light that made everything in his life better. The person who made him understand that he could be human with you, not just a machine on the field.

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Baby pictures🍼 - Your husband, König - MLM friendly - bot now on c.ai

c.ai user - K3l1mZe30_o3kILIAnn

Story line:

During your vacation, you visited Austria, König's homeland, where he spent his childhood and youth. You enjoyed the beautiful scenery, architecture, winter sports, Christmas markets, and, of course, beer. However, the primary purpose of your trip was to sell König's parents' house, a task requiring immediate attention. Exploring the country was a welcome and enjoyable addition to your trip, as you had always wanted to visit the land where your husband had grown to be the man he is today; you even wished to meet some of his still-present family members.

As you walked into the old, dark house, the real estate agent had recommended checking some of the boxes in the attic; they would be discarded if left untouched.

Now, you two were sorting through various dust-covered boxes that had lain untouched since König left home. They were filled with clothes, toys, baby items, many photo albums and etc - many different things König has never even mentioned.

You were looking through one extremely dusty box that had König's name written on it and, out of curiosity, opened it without calling him, going through some dirty-looking papers.

But then, you noticed something: little, chubby König, about six or seven years old, standing in the middle of the park, holding a duck.

You almost yelped as you saw that - the picture making your heart ache at how cute it was, and König noticed your sudden stuffiness and crawled to you.

Seeing the picture you held, he immediately snatched it away, embarrassed at how he looked with his shirt being a little too tight, showing the belly he'd been bullied about. "Y/N... Not another word, okay?" he warned playfully, holding the picture firmly.

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I apologize for disappearing for over a month - I had my own personal issues, but I came here to share my new creation, as I've finally found some motivation.

If any of you all have a request - headcanons, SFW/NSFW, smut, shortfic, oneshot, c.ai bots - literally anything, I'll happily write something just for you.

Thank you for reading:)

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Kisses hoodie, Valentine's Day special.

MLM, pure fluff, SFW, König x GN!Reader (male-leaning)

"What... is this?"

With a slightly confused but composed expression, he asked. Gazing down at the pastel purple box adorned with small flowers and a pink bow, he noted that you had handed it to him with a satisfied yet innocent grin. It appeared quite beautiful, perhaps even too beautiful, leaving him uncertain about what it hid inside. He looked at you, then back at the box, and finally back at you with a furrowed brow.

"A surprise," you said, grinning innocently, looking up at him with eyes filled with impatience and excitement.

He grumbled something under his breath, tugging at the bow's end and watching it fall to the floor. He gripped the box a bit tighter before hesitantly lifting the lid and placing it on the table.

With slightly widened eyes, his breath hitched as he saw the white hoodie with your initials drawn on it with... kisses? "What?" König thought, looking down speechless at the sweatshirt. König tried his hardest to keep his ears from turning red, but the realization that you had made this just for him - on this holiday, of all days - made it impossible.

König had never celebrated any holiday, especially Valentine's Day, as it had never meant anything to him. He found it another regular, miserable day to endure, silently suffering among the lovey-dovey couples. He found it disgusting and was deeply jealous of the love they showed each other, since he had always felt alone, ever since his teens. His severe social anxiety, compounded by childhood bullying, didn't help; he despised every love-related holiday as he had never truly felt loved.

Until today.

You waited patiently for him to pull the hoodie from the box, your hands hidden behind your back, rocking on your toes; the grin never left your face. You took joy in König's flushed ears, knowing that no one had ever given him something so thoughtful.

König, unable to answer otherwise, grumbled a low 'ridiculous' under his breath, pulling the hoodie out from the box and placing it next to its lid on the desk. Despite his grumpy attitude, he handled the fabric with surprising delicacy as if afraid to ruin your gift. He held it as if it was the most precious thing in the world crafted with your own hands, mind, and soul. Clearing his throat and refusing to face you, he paused before mumbling a low 'You didn't have to do this,' gently rubbing his thumb across the thick, comfy fabric of the sweatshirt, eyes almost watering from the overwhelming feeling washing over his heart. No one has ever gifted him something as meaningful as this, so personal yet made just for him.

"So?" you chimed in with a low chuckle, tired of waiting for him to put it on. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, holding the hoodie awkwardly as if he'd never held one before. "Put it on," you urged, excitement clear in your voice, eager for him to stop standing like a mannequin and pull it on already. He sighed defensively, as if you were asking for too much, but with slightly shaking hands, pulled it over his head.

He froze.

The soft, rich fabric wrapped around him like a cocoon. Its warmth settled over his body in a way that felt almost foreign, like being covered with a blanket on a cold, winter evening - safe, secure. A feeling he hadn't known since his childhood.

He was overwhelmed, yet felt so loved it almost hurt. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his composure and failing miserably; his ears and cheeks flushed with soft redness. Swallowing hard, he finally spoke. "Thank you..." his voice was low, almost uncertain, stealing glances at you but mostly looking down at the floor, shifting awkwardly. He was so embarrassed by his behavior - a grown man like him, with an important role in the army, shouldn't melt at such soft gestures.

But it was you.

And because it was you, he couldn't stop the butterflies bubbling in the depths of his stomach and the fluttering of his heart. Especially not when your love-filled eyes stayed on him, almost teasing him for how shy he had become.

He huffed at you, both annoyed and flustered - a rare sight, considering how hard he always tried to maintain his stoic demeanor around you, serious, composed, yet never unaware of your presence. Shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket in an attempt to ground himself, his fingers brushed against something flat, wrapped in paper. His brows furrowed as he pulled it out, only to freeze.

A bar of chocolate. His favorite.

He stared at it, caught off guard, his grip tightening slightly. Another surprise. Another gesture just for him.

You couldn't help but grin at him as his face flushed a deeper crimson and awkwardly shifted, tugging at his hoodie with his free hand while still holding the chocolate bar. God, this had never happened to him before. How was he supposed to react to something so strange? This shower of affection hit harder than a bullet to the gut.

He cleared his throat, rolling his eyes and shoving the chocolate bar back into his pocket. His brows furrowed as he looked down at you, hoping to regain his composure. "I don't eat sweets, don't you know that?" he complained, yet the way he held it like dear life told otherwise. You tilted your head, smiling mischievously at him. "You know?" you started, crossing your arms and looking up at him with a puffed chest and a satisfied expression. "I've never seen you act like this; so shy," you continued, teasing him cruelly, knowing he would deny it.

"I'm not shy; I just didn't expect this... all of this," he shot back at you defensively, tightening his grip on the chocolate bar in his pocket, trying to hide from your teasing. He wasn't sure if he was trying to hide from you or himself, and he almost seemed annoyed at your comment, yet the redness creeping up his neck and ears told a different story.

Your smile widened at his tone, leaning just a little closer with a hum. "Uh-huh... understandable," you said, having the urge to just grab his face and shower him with kisses at how cute he acted. God, it was so rare yet so satisfying to see.

For a moment, König stayed quiet. He didn't grumble, didn't try to argue or get defensive again. He just... stood there, processing everything that you had said and done.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble. You could have bought a card from the gift shop," he said softly, more to himself than to you.

Your grin softened into a smile at his quiet words, sighing and dropping your hands down. "That's unacceptable," you said back. "You deserve it."

He inhaled deeply, exhaling through his mouth as he finally looked at you, properly looked at you. His steel-blue eyes held something unreadable, something that made your chest feel tight.

"You know I don't—" he paused, shaking his head slightly before correcting himself. "No one has ever done something like this for me." His voice was low, almost hesitant opening up to you about something so personal. "It's... nice," he added quietly, unsure what to say to such a gift.

You smiled at his small words. "They should have," you began, reaching to adjust the collar of the hoodie. "And now someone finally has."

König swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he clenched his jaw. Then, as if unable to stop himself, he gave a nod, his fingers still clinging to the chocolate bar in his pocket. "Danke..." he said, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

You chuckled, and he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple with his free hand while gripping the chocolate bar in his pocket with the other. He looked like he was about to combust from sheer embarrassment.

"You love it, admit it," you teased, rocking on your heels.

"I tolerate it," he huffed, shoving his second hand in the pocket.

"Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that," he groaned, but instead of snapping back, he hesitated. "Thank you. It means... a lot."

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone, smiling back. "Anytime, König."

He cleared his throat. "Now stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you said back.

"Like... this. Stop," he grumbled, his gaze drating to the side.

You smirked and stepped closer. "Happy Valentine's Day, König."

He let out a dramatic sigh, but this time, you caught the tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. Slowly, he pulled a hand from the pocket only to lift it just enough to hide the lower half of his face. "...Happy Valentine's Day."

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Should I write a Valentine's special with König, featuring him as a teenager or keep him at his canon age (late 30s-early 40s, based on his military rank)?

I wanted to write some fluff about the trending Kisses hoodie, but I'm unsure how age-appropriate it is for men in their thirties.

(It seems more like a teenager's thing than something for grown men.)

Tell me what you'd prefer!

Also, I wanted to thank you all for liking my previous post!♡

I never would have thought that people would like something I wrote out of boredom in the middle of the night, so thank you all!

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hear me out. fluff, sfw

König, who had finally let you be the big spoon in bed after you begged him for days upon days until he surrendered to your desires. Now, you were lying with your arms wrapped around his and a leg draped over his hip, your chin resting on his head. You whisper sweet nothings while caressing his arm, a satisfied grin on your face.

He's speechless, lying as still as possible, not moving. His cheeks burn from the sweet words and delicate touches, thinking about how he ended up in this situation and how to make it happen again without asking.

He reaches out to grab your hand, bringing it to his front and holding you even closer. The feeling of your chest rising and falling made him feel warm and tingly inside. The warmth of your body radiating onto his made his heart thump against his sternum, feeling vulnerable but in a good way. He felt safe under the weight of your body with a desire of your delicate touch.

He would never have guessed that he'd like something like this - like someone hovering over his body with their limbs wrapped around him, but he did and he liked it a lot.

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes I may have made!

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I've started writing some fluff with my favorite man (König obviously) but a whole paragraph just disappeared out of nowhere so now I've lost all interest in writing (again) so MAYBE there will be fluff this week with this man)

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I'm alive for the people who cared (if someone did) and bored, so WHO wants a bot in c.ai (yes, I'm still using this cringe app) (I enjoy creating bots don't judge me) (I know that I'm a grown man🪦).

User is still the same; KilZe3o_03kLLmN

that's it, love you😋

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1890s: Suckles your cock sardonically with brevity, and wit.

1900s polishes you off nicely

1910s: nobbles spiffingly

1920s: mm nice whoopee

1930s: finishes you clean-like

1940s: suckles your willy with dignity and valour

1950s tugs you off like a cool cat

1960s: blasts you far out (the tip of your penis)

1970s: funks you real mellow like

1980s: slobs you in a bitchin style

1990s: eats your shorts

2000s: like, sucks ur d man

2010s: sucking mindfully and with swag ..

2020s: Who Knows What The Future Holds....

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Hello, and welcome to my account where I share my thoughts and newest creations once a month:)

This is a MLM-friendly account - I write for Male!Reader and sometimes GN!Reader.

Minors and ageless accounts, please DNI with posts where I mention NSFW content. I am not responsible for what you see on the internet, but you are welcome to interact with my fluff and SFW content.

If you, Mr. Stranger, have any requests you can DM me, my DM's are open for any kind of requests - one-shots, headcanons, SFW, NSFW, smut, c.ai bots, whatever, just DM me.

My c.ai user: K3l1mZe30_o3kILIAnn, for anyone interested.

I'm currently making Call of Duty bots (mostly König, cause idk?), but if you have any other character requests, I'll gladly make one for you! Just describe your desired scenario, and it will be done.

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gurl calm the fuck down💔