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ೃ⁀➷ domesticity, könig

könig got off to watching you be a mother.

könig hated to admit it. the way he inevitably got turned on whenever he came home from long missions. the way whenever he’d walk through the front door of your home, muddy and dirty boots immediately being taken off by the welcome mat so he didn’t stain the innocence of your home with his trauma and duties from work—the bludge in his pants grew at the sight of how you lived such a domestic life.

he was sure his view was a sight that nearly every man wished for at some point in their life. he felt blessed. blessed that no one else at his base had the privilege to come home to this. with you holding a chubby baby full of fiery strawberry blonde curls—undoubtedly belonging to him—on your wide hips, so full from giving birth no more than two years ago.

your daughter was a bit on the paler side despite having beautiful brown skin, and you always wondered if your genes even fucking tried to show out for you when creating her. she looked and acted so much like her father, the only way to probe that she was yours were your shared lips and her having your hair texture. everything else belonged to könig.

“papa wird bald zu hause sein, kleine liebe,” you reassure your daughter of her father’s return home soon as she began to grow cranky, a daily sign of her missing him. you had just finished breastfeeding her, and that was evident in the way the majority of your tits stuck out like a sore thumb from one of your man’s thin wife beater shirts. hey, you were home alone with nothing but pretty trees and bush surrounding you.

könig couldn’t help but smile at the back of your head as you hummed her a little song as you stirred your pot of food. the way your braids were tied down in a bright pink bonnet, the way the fat of your grown woman body hung out of your booty shorts that did nothing to hide the swallow of your ass, and how your white painted toes filled themselves in your fur slippers. the primal hormones in him filled with testosterone practically rushed to the blood of his dick as he watched you dance around the kitchen with your pretty baby.

this how you got pregnant in the first place.

every day he was grateful he decided to snatch you up and take you back to his home country with him. the way you adapted to his culture the way he did yours—you made sure to teach your baby her two native languages, english and german.

no one knew where you were, and könig liked it that way. you three could play house in peace for the next few months, at least until his next deployment. it was the safest option for you. to take you both out the states where his personal life could possibly be exploited.

no one knew where in austria exactly könig was from, making it harder for anyone to possibly track down his pretty little family. you were able to work in peace without having to worry about someone finding about your husband’s real job and eventually figuring out where your daughter went to daycare. it was peaceful for you in austria. as far as the neighbors knew, your husband was in the military occasionally on long deployment missions.

not exactly a lie.

he was never 100% at ease leaving his two girls anywhere, but he knew that if you were at least living in a place that he knew like the back of his fucking hand, his anxiety would calm down just a bit while on missions.

you fall completely deaf to the sound around you as your daughter babbles in your ear while you cooked. the delicious aroma of your wonderful food fills your husband’s nostrils as he finally decides its time for him to finally come out the shadows.

your baby continued to babble things in german-english as you began to plate food only for yourself like you’d done for the past six months, completely unbeknownst to the masculine presence behind you.

“my pretty wife always manages to make such delicious meals,” the hoarse voice manages to startle you to the point where you drop your pot spoon on the floor. “been starved for a plate, lover.”

your daughter turns her head before you do, and immediately fights to be put down from your arms. at the sight of her father, she gives a bright two-toothed grin and opens her arms. “daddy daddy!”

könig wastes no time in ripping off his mask and plastering a big kiss on his baby’s cheeks. “meine hübsche prinzessin,” he greets, engulfing “been a good girl for mommy, yeah?” the ice blue eyes question as they falter over to you. you’re still standing in shock that könig chuckles at the innocence on your face. the same one he’s been in love with for years now.

he didn’t blame you though, you didn’t expect him back for at least another two months.

könig wastes no time in walking over to you, and of course the first place his hands touch are your wide hips. his pink lips smash onto your brown ones and he wastes no time in engulfing all of you into him.

he doesn’t miss the way that small tears fill his shirt. he knows you’ve been alone in a secluded area, in an almost foreign place where you hardly knew anyone. he knew how lonely you must of felt having to do all this by yourself. he was here for you now.

god, he missed you. his good, pretty little wife.

how do we feel about bunnyhybrid!reader and OC (ted)?

masterlist

just imagine sniffing around and finding your way onto random farm. some random ahh guy outside herding some sheep w his farm dogs.. scary but hey.. he's a bit hot in his overalls ngl. he's human tho sooo.. u dont really know how this is gonna go.. but guess what!? you hop over anyway! you made your way over, crunching on some leaves as you tried to sneak up on him, stopping at his feet and observing him from there as he fills up some type of.. bowls? with.. water? for.. whom? they were some big ass bowls so maybe for the dogs? or horses? you take a few steps back and watch him from a corner as he starts moving again.

you continue to watch until you spot the most beautiful strawberry bushes ever, taking your focus off of him for a moment to look at them, wondering how you're gonna get over there and what you're gonna do with the heaps of strawberries. now, with the greed that was building up, thinking about taking all the strawberries for yourself for harvest, you feel a presence, a watcher if you will. and as you get that feeling you're suddenly picked up by.. the farmer!?

"was macht so ein ding wie du hier.." he mutters, examining you. you just let it happen and take this chance to also examine him up close. he's got a little beard coming in. or did he just shave? there stubble so maybe the latter. his skins fair. he doesn't seem harmful at least. as you examine yet again, he's doing the same. looking over your brown coat (which was now your skin) plus your ears and puffy scut (tail) that was sticking out from your rear.

and you just.. sit there as he cradles you in his arms taking you into his home. he places you on a couch and crouches in front of you. "deutsch sprechen?" he says. it sounds foreign but you can understand a bit. you tilt your head, continuing your observation from earlier. "english?" he questions. you understand that clearly, taking some time before responding. "yes.." you practically whisper. "okay." he takes note. "um.. what are.. you doing here?" he asks, taking his time to choose his choice of words. you shrug and blink a bit. "fruit.. bush.. berry." you mutter, words not really making sense since you rarely ever take on your human form.

"beerenstrauch?" he questions himself, trying to figure out what you were talking about. "fruit? um.." he tries to gather words but you beat him to it, clearing things up. "strawberry." you mutter once more. "oh. the strawberry bush. "

🐾; lmk if u want more pls

translation;

germ; "was macht so ein ding wie du hier.."

eng; "what's a thing like you doing here.."

germ; "deutsch sprechen?"

eng; "speak german?"

germ; "beerenstrauch?"

eng; "berry bush?"

hihi, here's my masterlistttt !!!

updated: 4/18/25

🖤; angst

🎱; fluff

🌸; smut

🦴; caution, may contain triggering topics

fics 🎱;

• ` matching frames , simon riley

• , flea market day (1) ` OC/teddy

• brown bunni ~ (1)(2)

🌸;

nothing here yet ..

🖤;

nothing here yet..

🦴;

nothing here yet..

headcannons 🎱;

nothing here yet..

🌸;

• ` he has a soft spot, only for you , OC/teddy

🖤;

nothing here yet..

🦴;

nothing here yet..

plinks 🌸;

• happy (late) 4th of july!! OC/teddy

• , whole lotta love ' OC/teddy

i write for literally anyone, these are just to keep tabs, if you would like me to write a custom, dm me or send a request!!

oc (our favourite mixed farmer) x black reader !!!! i know you guys missed me (💔) so I'm back!! a fic will be released sooner or later next week so be tuned! here are some p!links to hold you guys over till it's released!

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masterlist

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🌸.

' teddy just can't get enough !

' sometimes you gotta take it slow..

🍨.

' such a tease..

' skinship is a big thing for ted.!!

🌸.

' couldn't even rest after getting your braids done !

' letting teddy take control for once .

🍨.

' can't ever get enough .

' gotta be extra careful with something as fragile as you ~

🌸.

' teddy's always gonna get a kiss in .

' always gonna be on top !

' he'll always love you but.. sometimes he can't resist ..

🍨.

me..? Oh nothing.. just thinking about a fluffy dutch/german farmer x earthyblack!reader headcanons(?). 18+, mdni

masterlist

• Mr. teddy bear who would get his beautiful wife anything she yearned for. Doesn't matter if it's new crystals, new clothes, even another cattle if she asked.

• Mr. teddy bear who loves his farm animals almost as much as his gorgeous Gattin.

• Mr. teddy bear who would break an arm and a leg just to please his delicious woman, cumming in his overalls as he thunk about it whilst gathering the goats.

• Mr. Teddy bear who... shii.. just mr teddy bear 😭.

• Mr. Teddy bear who approached first, offering a warm scented perfume to her, whom he thought smelled awfully like cocoa butter and incense.

• Mr. Teddy bear who would lasso the planets if !reader asked.

• Mr. Teddy bear welcoming !reader home as he finished cooking up a warm meal, awaiting her arrival.

• Mr. Teddy bear who enjoys pleasuring his woman more than himself, grinding against the cool colored sheets of their shared bed as she cradled the back of his head, arching as she brought him closer.

• Mr. teddy bear who tries his best to do everything that his precious vrouw brings up. You mentioned something about your craving for chocolate covered strawberries whilst menstruating, and when you were gone out to feed the pigs n' chickens, picking up their eggs, he had searched and searched for instructions or even a recipe to make the chocolate covered fruit for you quickly.

• Mr. Teddy bear who was surprised he'd be your first, hearing you whimper and moan under him was a surprise aswell! I guess he didn't know you'd adjust as fast as you two started.

• Mr. Teddy bear who tried the best to take care of everything around him. Feeding the animals, taking care of you inside of the bedroom and out..

Dictionary: "Gattin"

German for mate [noun] a husband or wife (preferably wife here).

"vrouw"

Dutch for a woman; wife; or lady.

honestly, imagine who you want. If you do just ignore the description of "Mr teddy bear" at the top 😭 (hes just my personal description of my OC). Tell me if you guys would want more if you see this!!! luv yuuuuu so muches!! 💋 (Give ideas or I'll bite you).