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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i am so incredibly sorry it took me this long to post, but i promise i’m here… i’ve always been here 😽

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 5: A month after Ella’s big day, König and Jasmine end up being closer than ever. But then, things turn cold between them… until things get better. A lot better…❞

w.c: 3000 ; part 5/?

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

A month had passed since Ella’s birthday. König stayed with his daughter for a whole week, taking her to car trips and luna parks, to the beach and to her favorite fast foods. He won Ella many plushies awards for winning at numerous luna park arcades and games, and she couldn’t be happier to take those home as a beautiful memory of that week.

But all good things eventually come to an end. When it was time for König to leave for work, Jasmine offered to babysit her again, not wanting the little girl to be alone. And Ella didn’t want to stay with her grandparents, so she was glad she could stay with Jas.

König was also very pleased to see their bond getting stronger and stronger, and when Ella was happy, he was happy.

He regularly came home at two-week intervals during that month, from Friday to Sunday. And he would leave again on Monday, stay two weeks away and return home next Friday.

Until he finally got his 30 days off in August. Military service members earn 30 days of paid leave per year, and König finally got his.

He returned home on a Tuesday, late at night. The apartment lights were off, and it was very silent. He assumed Ella and Jas were both sleeping, so he walked carefully in the apartment although his combat boots made loud thuds with every step.

He took off his vest and placed his suitcases near the couch, and he would’ve expected to find Jasmine sleeping there, but she wasn’t. He immediately panicked a little bit, wondering where she was and why she wasn’t there.

König then walked into Ella’s room to check on her only to find her sleeping like an angel. He smiled at the sight, and closed the door refusing to disturb her sleep.

His shirt was the next thing to come off, as it was all sweaty and dirty - he needed a shower. When he reached his bedroom, he found Jasmine in his bed, reading a book. Hair tied up, glasses on. And she was wearing one of his shirts.

König smirked at the sight, raising his eyebrows slightly. «Jas.» he greeted her, his lips curling into a smile.

She blushed heavily seeing him shirtless, and she felt guilty for being in his bed, wearing his shirt. «König! I’m sorry I grabbed one of your shirts, I…»

«No problem, Jas. Don’t worry.» König interrupted her, smiling. «You can wear any of my shirts wherever you want, as long as they fit you comfortably.»

Jasmine closed the book and smiled at him as if to say “thank you.” Instead, she asked: «How are you?»

«Tired.» he replied, his back now facing her while he grabbed some clean sweatpants, underwear and a towel. That back. That sculpted, muscular back. His muscles flexing with each movement, even the slightest one. And Jasmine couldn’t stop admiring him. «But I desperately need a shower.»

«Oh… about that…» she started, causing König to look at her from over his shoulder. «I don’t know why, but water doesn’t flow in your bathroom. Ella and I had to shower in my apartment, so… I guess you, uhm… you’ll have to use my shower, too.»

König chuckled, facing her now. «I’ll have that checked as soon as possible.» He walked toward his bedroom door, and gestured Jasmine to follow him. She obliged immediately, and they both exited his apartment.

«Will Ella be okay? She’s sleeping alone…» Jasmine worried.

«She’s deeply sleeping.» König locked the door to his apartment. «And I’ll be right next door.»

Meanwhile, Jasmine opened her apartment’s door and walked in, followed by König. She gulped nervously, placing her keys on the table and turning to look at him, while nervously leaning on the table as he took his boots off. «Go ahead, you know where the bathroom is.» she said, forcing herself to sound as calm and relaxed as possible.

König looked down at her and smiled, extending his veiny arm to leave his own keys there. In doing so, his body leaned closer to Jasmine’s and his arm nearly touched her waist. «Thank you, Jas.» he whispered, before walking toward her bathroom.

She remained there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. She sighed deeply, heavily blushing; her heart was pounding in her chest and her skin nearly shivered. Just the mere, simple thought of König touching her waist, even as a mistake, drove her crazy. Jas took a seat at the table, sighing again as she waited for König to exit the bathroom.

In the meantime, König entered Jasmine’s bathroom and was immediately overwhelmed by the amazing and delicious yet subtle scent of the room: vanilla, honey and chocolate. He could also smell coconut and amber, too. And it all was because of her perfumes, elegantly placed on some wall shelves near the large mirror, along with Jasmine’s hair products and skincare. Her bathroom was so clean and elegant, just like the rest of her apartment. Just like her.

König closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet and enveloping scent of her, and smiled. He took off his pants and underwear and walked into the shower, and all of Jasmine’s shower gels, scrubs and shampoos smelled so much he was tempted to try everything.

But he decided to use just a little bit of some vanilla body wash, from the largest bottle. Just so it won’t be too much of a waste. As he rubbed in on his body, he could smell Jasmine. It smelled exactly like her. König’s eyes closed, and he massaged the fragranced shower gel all over himself, losing his mind over the smell of the woman he’d been fantasizing about for the last months.

He knew he had to make a move. To let her know that he liked her. Was he shy? Scared? Afraid of her rejection? He didn’t even know. Maybe all of the above. But maybe… maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could make his move that night. The silence of the night and the fact they were alone in Jasmine’s apartment gave him an immediate boost of courage and confidence.

König ran his hands through his hair to clear his thoughts - although his mind couldn’t stop thinking about Jasmine - and rinsed off the excess bubbles that her body wash left on his body with hot water. He got out of the shower and looked at his reflection in the mirror while wiping his body with the towel, and put on his clean grey sweatpants after that.

He then walked back toward the kitchen and saw Jasmine sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. He smiled and walked behind her, gently caressing her hair as he approached her. «Your bathroom smells really nice. I used a bit of your vanilla shower gel, I hope you don’t mind.»

Jasmine looked up at him as his hand remained in her hair, slowly moving toward the side of her face. «Not at all.» The blush on her face made her look even more attractive and sweet, which König really, really liked.

He liked - no, loved - seeing his partners, in general, blush. Especially when he was the reason. It was a confidence booster for him, and it awakened his more dominant side. He was a very passionate man, a provider. And what he looked for was a more shy and quite submissive partner he could please at all times.

König smirked, carefully caressing Jasmine’s cheek with his thumb. She was looking at him shyly, her face all flustered and her cheeks so warm and red. And he loved it. He sighed loudly, his thumb slowly moving toward her mouth and tracing the outline of her pretty lips, tempting and deliciously soft.

Her sweet eyes, big and shy, looking at him and then looking away, and then at him again and away once more.

«Look at me, Jas.»

That was everything she needed to hear. Everything she wanted to hear. Her eyes went from looking at his sculpted abs and his subtle happy trail to his defined chest and broad shoulders, up to his narrowed eyes, piercing through her.

«Good girl.»

Jasmine panicked. Fucking panicked. A shiver ran down her spine, and her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. Her hands were sweating, her thighs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to hide and suppress how turned on she was. Where did all this come from? Since when was König like that with her? But… did she mind? Not at all.

König’s thumb stopped on her mouth, while the rest of his hand grabbed her chin gently and tilted it upward. He caressed her bottom lip and softly parted her lips, while he took a deep breath and used his other hand to caress her hair.

Jasmine gulped loudly, closing her eyes for a moment and looking at him as he slowly bent down toward her. His face closer and closer to hers. «Jas…»

«König…» she whispered.

She leaned even closer to his face, not resisting another moment, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

«Papa!»

Ella’s voice. König immediately stepped back and panicked, grabbing his keys and making his way out of Jasmine’s apartment. She followed him, driven by instinct, and wanted to make sure the little girl was okay.

König slammed the door open and ran toward Ella’s room, where he found her crying in her bed. He immediately pulled her into a tight hug and caressed her hair, asking what was going on.

«I had a nightmare…» she replied, to which König answered with a relieved sigh and smile. He looked at Jasmine and smiled softly as she approached Ella to caress her back.

«It’s okay, princess.» König whispered. He turned to Jasmine again, and to his surprise she held the eye contact, due to the tension between them.

They were about to kiss.

At the thought, Jasmine blushed heavily and took a few steps back. She smiled softly at König and waved, mouthing a “Good night”. König smiled and winked, as Jas left his apartment.

The following few days were… weird, to say the least. Jasmine and König didn’t speak that much often anymore, and König was cold whenever they greeted each other.

Jasmine realized it was all because of that kiss they were about to exchange. Maybe it was a mistake for him, she thought. Or maybe it would only make everything more difficult, for Ella too.

Her thoughts were eating her alive, haunting her, until, one evening, she had the response to that.

Both König and Jasmine went out to throw the garbage, and met in the hallway. Jasmine smiled at him and he greeted her with a nod; «Allow me» he then said, picking up Jasmine’s heavy bag.

«Thanks.» Jasmine smiled, heading toward her apartment. But just then, König called out her name and gestured her to follow him.

So she did, and to her relief, they talked the whole time. About trash, yes. But at least now they spoke to each other.

As they headed back to their floor, König gently grabbed Jasmine’s hand and made her look into his eyes. «Can we talk, Jas?»

She looked at him with a bit of a worried expression, given his seriousness all of a sudden, but nodded.

König led her into his apartment and they sat on the couch; «I’m sorry.» he started.

«For what?» she asked, her brows knitting.

König sighed, and looked in her eyes. «For not talking to you after… what happened. I acted like an asshole, and I shouldn’t have treated you like this. I…» he paused, trying to find the right words. «I was afraid you’d refuse me. I still am. But you deserve to know how I feel about you.»

Jasmine’s eyes widened by hearing those words, but she didn’t mouth a word, and wanted to hear what König wanted to tell her.

«From the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you, I liked you. A lot. And it’s not just about your looks, which of course, attract me very much…» he said, with a little smile. «It’s your personality and intelligence that I absolutely adore about you. I love the way you carry yourself and your manners. I love your attitude, even when it’s a lot to handle, and I love your sensitivity. And I love your smile.» he said, gently caressing her cheek as she blushed. «I love seeing you blush like that, and seeing your eyes widen a bit when it happens.»

He paused for a moment, admiring her features before continuing: «Your smile brings a little dimple right here at the end of your lips, which I love.» he lowered his tone, caressing the edge of her smile. He then moved his hand to the side to caress her hair. «And I love how soft your hair is, and how it always smells like vanilla. I could never get enough of this sweet scent of yours.»

Jasmine blushed more, still looking into his eyes and not believing that this was really happening. He lowered his hand near her jawline and his other hand joined, caressing her face as his eyes followed those movements. «I love how beautiful you are, inside out. You’re genuine, sweet and hot headed when tou want to, and I know I want to take care of you, not only as a friend.» he admitted, shyly. «It was difficult for me not speaking to you these days. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea… it only enhanced how much I like you…»

His voice lowered again, and his face crept closer to hers. «…and how bad I want to kiss you.»

Jasmine’s lips parted, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a moment…

Before she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into that kiss.

It was gentle, tender. König’s lips were softly pressed against hers, and slowly, he asked permission to use his tongue to deepen it. Jas allowed it, and one of his hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer.

Jasmine’s back straightened and her hands caressed König’s hair and cheeks, before they pulled apart for a moment, heavy breathing.

«Is this your way of telling me you feel the same?» he asked after a long moment, locking eyes with her.

Jasmine smiled and whispered a «Yes.»; she looked at his lips again, and then around the room. Soon, her expression changed into a worried one. She stood up and blushed heavily. «W-wait… what will Ella think of this?!» she asked, pointing toward her room.

König chuckled and picked her up princess style, sitting back on the couch with her in his lap. «Ella is not even home. She’s sleeping at one of her friends’ house: they’re having a tea party sleepover.» he said, reassuring her a little bit.

«But… we should tell her. She deserves to know.» Jasmine said, her expression still morphed into one of worry. «I… how will she even look at me now?»

«Will you stop worrying about Ella?» König said with a laugh. «She loves you. And I’m sure she will love you even more.»

Meanwhile, Jas placed her head on his shoulder, her cheeks red and warm by thinking about that kiss. It was just unbelievable.

They cuddled like that for some minutes, enjoying each other’s arms and warmth, while König’s hands caressed Jasmine’s sides so softly she was starting to fall asleep in his arms.

«Are you this comfortable around me?» he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. Jasmine answered with a smile and a nod, snuggling as closer as possible, wanting to feel that embrace in her bones.

«Would you be more comfortable in my bed?»

König’s sudden question caught her off guard. She immediately lifted her head, her face bright red. Of course she felt excited about his request… but really? That was what König was thinking about?

König blushed as well, immediately laughing at himself. «Oh, I apologize, it came out absolutely wrong.»

He cleared his throat before rephrasing: «I was thinking… maybe we could sleep together? Only sleep, though, I promise. I wasn’t thinking of anything else.»

Jasmine laughed as he slightly panicked while saying that. She found it adorable how such a grown and fearless man could be so vulnerable and sincere in moments like these.

Blushing, she nodded lightly. «I think I would actually like a cuddle tonight.»

König’s eyes sparkled of joy and he kissed her lips again. This time, it was just a simple, small and gentle kiss, but it made Jasmine turn red once more.

He then picked her up easily and carried her to his room. Of course, it was a particular moment for him and his urges, but he managed to keep calm. For Jas, he would do anything. And especially, he wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t up to it.

Once there, König sat on his giant bed with her in his arms and gently placed her down beside him. She shyly lifted the covers over her and yelped when König’s strong and massive arm pulled her into a tight hug, her back against his chest.

His other arm slipped under her pillow, and his hand met hers. Slowly and gently, he caressed her hand and locked fingers, holding her tightly to himself while the scent of her hair was invading his nostrils in such a sweet way, he couldn’t get enough of.

~ someoneinthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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y’all i am so sorry for being so inactive 😭 i just started uni so i’m already studying pretty much everyday and my schedule’s been pretty busy!!

BUT maybe y’all can forgive me if i give you a little sneak peek of the 5th chapter of BND 👀

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Her sweet eyes, big and shy, looking at him and then looking away, and then at him again and away once more.

«Look at me, Jas.»

«Good girl.»

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i promise it’s coming soon…!🙈

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🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand 🖤

[PT: Killers reacting to nervous!reader holding their hand]

Danny Johnson ::

Oh! You're holding his hand!! That's so sweet, you hadn't done that yet-

Oh Wait

Are you fucking blushing???

Oh my god your face is so red oh it's so cute

Grabs your face very gently in one hand and teases the fuck out of you for it

"Aw, doll, are you nervous about holding my hand?"

Yes of course you are shut up Danny

"Nah, I won't. You're fucking cute like this. What, nervous about holding hands before marriage?"

Would bully you so fucking much about it

You wanna kill him /j /aff

Michael Meyers ::

A sudden weight in his hand catches him off guard, so he looks at you.

And there you are, small hand in his.

Oh god he could absolutely crush your hand if he wasn't careful

And he looks at you and you're so damn cute

You aren't looking at him and your face is that soft pink

He (very gently) gives your hand a squeeze in response. Just to let you know he's ok with this.

Definitely isn't letting go of your hand anytime soon though.

His Hand Now you will get it back in an hour dw about it

Amanda Young ::

You're holding her hand

Holy fucking shit you are holding her fucking hand

Oh my god ok Amanda, calm down. It's cool, this is cool. Everything's cool. Everything is fucking cool ok????

Just as nervous as you are, can't make eye contact for a bit

You're both blushing messes.

Finally gives your hand a soft squeeze to show she likes it.

Literally can't speak otherwise, too flustered.

Sweet Baby has not been given a lot of love after all. She ain't used to it.

The Huntress ::

Oh! You are holding her hand! How sweet!

Loves this so much, loves physical affection, biggest love language.

But...oh! Your face is so red, little rabbit! Are you alright?

Softly coos at you and brushes your face with her thumb, mildly worried.

When you explain you're fine, just flustered and nervous, she giggles.

Forehead kisses time and nice soft hugs.

Will do everything she can to make you feel more comfortable, so soft and sweet.

Sadako Yamamura ::

Just stares

Like for a really long time

Just staring at your hand in hers

Why are you doing that? Why are you being so tender?

She doesn't understand, but she doesn't want you to stop.

Slowly takes your hand and brings it to her face so you're instead holding her cheek in your palm.

Unsure what else to do, just knows she enjoys your touch. Knows she doesn't want you to stop being so loving.

If she had the ability to cry anymore, she probably would.

All from some hand holding. Poor thing.

BONUS!!

Ash ::

Smiles at you and squeezes your hand

Definitely thinks it's adorable how you're blushing

Would tease you a bit, but nothing like Danny

"What, all embarrassed from some handholding, sweetheart?"

You pout at him and he just chuckles, giving your hand another affirming squeeze.

"It's alright, you look cute like this."

You are blushing more than before, but you do feel better.

Prefers when you hold his good hand, the mechanical one doesn't have the same feeling.

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

SO sorry this took me a while, i kind of didn’t know how to put it together lol.

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 4: It’s Ella’s birthday party, and Jas helps her get ready while she opens up with the little princess. König introduces Jasmine to a friend of his, and he seems to really like her. Tension grows between Jas and König during dinner time, and especially when they go home.❞

w.c: 3700+ ; part 4/?

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST NEXT CHAPTER

July is one of the hottest months of the whole year, besides it being Ella’s birth-month. So what better than a birthday party by the beach? Ella loved the idea.

König had already prepared everything: he had previously booked a restaurant for a princess themed party, so Ella could dress up as the pretty princess she was.

That morning König woke his daughter up with endless purple and pink balloons in her bedroom and outside of it through the entire hallway, accompanying Ella to the living room.

Once there, König picked her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek while the little girl returned the hug.

«Happy birthday, Prinzessin.» he whispered. Ella smiled lovingly at her dad, as they both walked toward the kitchen.

«It’s not the best, but I tried.» König chuckled, revealing some muffins that were meant to be purple, but were more of a red and pink-ish color. And they looked funny, a bit bumpy as well.

But Ella was happy with that, and immediately grabbed one to taste. And surprisingly, it was delicious. König added some of her favorite chocolate on the inside as a filling, and the dough was very soft. It kind of reminded her of a brownie. «Papa, it’s very good!» she squealed with a smile.

König’s lips curled upward as he kissed his daughter’s forehead, grabbing a muffin himself. «I wanted to ask for Jasmine’s help, but I thought she was busy studying so I just didn’t.»

Ella looked at her dad curiously. Once he finished his sentence, he kept staring at the muffin in his hand without saying a word. Without even blinking. And she knew what was going on.

«Do you like Jas, Papa?»

König’s eyes widened. He looked down at Ella, her mouth and nose dirty with chocolate, and he gulped nervously, grabbing a tissue to clean Ella’s face. «She-she’s, uhm… she’s an amazing woman, of course. She’s a very good friend, of course I like her as a friend.» he replied, trying to emphasize the word ‘friend’.

But Ella could read through him. «You like her as more than a friend, Papa. Am I right?»

He sighed deeply, looking away for a moment and putting down his bumpy muffin. «I… I do, Ella.» he whispered. «Please, don’t tell her.»

His daughter chuckled, causing König to smile nervously. «I won’t!» she said, biting her muffin. She kept speaking with her mouth full, «But I knew it!»

König laughed. His daughter was very smart and perceptive, something he was very proud of. And it was both embarrassing and impressive how a child was able to understand an adult’s feelings so easily.

«What do you think of Jasmine, Ella?» König asked, his voice soft and tender as he bit his muffin again.

«Jas is amazing! She’s the sweetest girl ever, and the most beautiful!» she happily replied. «She’s kind and funny and smart, and she likes staying with me.»

König smiled softly, happy that his daughter liked Jasmine as much as he did. «She’s just perfect, isn’t she?»

Ella nodded her head while chewing her muffin, suddenly too busy to speak. König laughed at how effortlessly cute she was, and ate his breakfast with her.

Just before her birthday party, Ella was getting ready with Jasmine’s help to put on her glittery purple dress, with a large gown and pretty details on the corset. It was a very cute dress that fit the little girl so sweetly. She looked so beautiful in it.

Jasmine did her hair as requested by Ella herself: «I want wavy hair, like a princess!» she squealed, and Jas was happy to oblige. With her own curling iron, she curled her hair and braided two small strands in the back, where she would secure Ella’s tiara. They had a great time getting ready, as Ella kept telling her about the guests at her birthday party: some of her classmates at school, most of her relatives, some of her daddy’s friends with their children, and so on.

«I asked mommy if she will come.» Ella suddenly said, the tone of her voice changing into a more sad one.

Jasmine looked at her while braiding her hair. She sighed, coming to the conclusion that her mom’s response was negative.

«She’s in Thailand with Jack.» Ella said, her voice a sad whisper.

«Her new husband?» Jasmine asked, not knowing the whole story of what happened between Ella’s mom and König. She didn’t even know her name.

Ella nodded, not saying anything. It could be seen in her eyes that she was sad. Disappointed. She wanted her mom to be present at her birthday party, to be happy for her firstborn.

«I’m so sorry, Ella…» Jas whispered, unsure of how to make her feel better. She sighed, feeling sad for the little girl’s unhappiness. «You deserve much more than this…»

Jas placed a heartfelt kiss on the top of Ella’s head. A simple gesture that made the little girl feel… seen. She felt like Jasmine understood her, for some reason.

The older woman took a deep breath, kneeling in front of Ella. «You know, my dad was… he decided to leave me and my mommy alone when I was 14. He… had never been a good father, anyway…»

Jasmine frowned, and she could see Ella’s expression turn into sadness. «He was an alcoholic…» Jas kept going. «He… drank a lot, and was never really present. Since I was a kid, he didn’t really care about me. He claimed he was too busy to think about me and my school achievements and everything else.»

Jasmine looked down, not wanting Ella to see the tears forming in her eyes. «When he left home, my mommy cared for me. She’s always been sweet and loving toward me, and that made me stronger. That made me realize that I’m worthy. And that I deserved to be seen and to be loved and cared for.»

She then smiled, wiping her tears away and looking at Ella. Even if she was only 10 years old, she was old enough to understand what her next words meant: «And I need you to be the strongest little girl I know, okay? You will have to love yourself and care for yourself, no matter what.»

Ella smiled, her eyes shiny. She held back the tears, doing her best to do so, and hugged Jasmine tightly. No one has ever told her such beautiful things, apart from her dad. But hearing it from a female presence… it was different. It felt different. «I’m sorry that your dad was a bad dad…» Ella whispered in the woman’s ear. «But thank you…»

«For what?» Jasmine asked, wiping one last tear away and looking in her eyes now.

«For being here with me.»

That. That made Jasmine’s heart melt and drop. She let out a sigh, pressing her lips together to hold back her tears. She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself.

She kissed Ella’s cheek, taking her hand and bringing her toward the door of the restaurant, where all the guests had already arrived, and were waiting for her on the beach. She took a moment to collect herself, focusing on all the reasons she couldn’t cry. She took a deep breath, smiling down at Ella.

«Ready, princess?» Jasmine asked, holding her hand. Ella nodded, an excited smile appearing on her lips as the door opened, and all of her friends and family applauded the moment they saw her.

After Ella greeted the guests - first her friends from school and König’s friends’ children, then her relatives and the other adults - König picked his daughter up and kissed her cheek lovingly.

König… wearing an outfit that looked too good on him to be true. Beige cigarette trousers that enhanced how muscular and toned his thighs were, with a black Polo shirt tucked inside, the top buttons undone. It was a bit tight around his chest and shoulders, but made him look twice as good.

«Happy birthday, princess Ella.» he chuckled, caressing her hair. Ella wrapped her arms around her dad’s neck, happy that he was there. Happy that he would stay home for a whole week.

Jasmine smiled at the sight of Ella and König together, feeling happy for the little girl that had such a loving dad. She felt so… attached to them. She imagined how amazing it would’ve been if she had a father as loving as König…

But she didn’t want her daddy issues be the reason why she liked him. Yes, she had never had a present father figure in her life - maybe that was why she liked older men. Yet, Jasmine did not want that to be the only reason she liked König. Because it simply wasn’t.

She liked him for who he was, because he was caring and loving, ready to give and receive affection. Because he was thoughtful and sweet, in addition to handsome and mature.

Because he was… perfect.

König noticed Jasmine’s gaze and gestured her to approach him and Ella. She walked toward them with a smile on her face, and König returned it. He put Ella down, she went playing with her friends, and König could properly thank Jasmine for what she did.

«Thanks, Jasmine.» he began, gently placing one of his hands on her shoulder. «Thank you for babysitting Ella, and for everything you did today.» Jasmine helped a lot with the preparations for the party, decorating the restaurant and the beach with white, pink and purple balloons everywhere, along with flowers, ribbons and festoons.

Jasmine smiled, caressing his hand softly. «No need to thank me, König…» she said, but was interrupted by one of König’s friends who had approached him and placed an arm around his shoulders.

«König!» the man greeted him. König exulted when he saw his friend, they were clearly happy to see each other. They probably didn’t meet very often, Jasmine thought.

They chatted for a little bit, asking each other about life and work and things like that, and right when Jas turned around to let them talk in privacy, König’s friend made her stop in her tracks.

«When were you going to introduce me to your new company?» he suggestively asked.

König chuckled nervously, grabbing Jasmine’s hand. «She… is Jasmine.» he said, his tone almost stern, as if he demanded his friend to show some respect to her. As if he didn’t allow that lack of respect toward her.

«Jas…» he turned to her, his voice softer, «meet my friend Caleb.» He then leaned to whisper in her ear: «He can be a bit annoying, sometimes.»

«Hey! I’m not!» Caleb replied, pointing his finger at König while they both chuckled. He extended his hand to her, and she shook it with a smile.

Caleb looked at Jasmine for a moment, his eyes lingering on her figure for a long moment. König noticed that, and moved his hand across her shoulder, pulling her just a little closer. He wouldn’t allow Caleb to look at Jasmine like that. Especially not in front of him.

«How old are you, Jasmine?» Caleb then asked, his voice sounding a bit flirty as he tilted his head.

«I… will turn 24 in two months.» she answered, feeling a bit awkward. Caleb’s stare was making her feel… nervous. Not in a very good way. And to top it off, König’s arm around her shoulders was making her stomach flutter, flip and turn while butterflies flew toward his touch.

Caleb smirked, taking a deep breath and looking at his friend, lifting his brows in a suggestive way. «You’re really young.» he turned to her. «Didn’t expect that…»

«What do you mean?» Jasmine asked, wrinkling her brows.

Caleb smirked, looking at her up and down. «Nothing offensive, really. On the contrary, I find you very beautiful, Jasmine. I’m just surprised you’re one of König’s friends, that’s all.» he said, his smirk turning into a smile.

Jasmine returned the smile, still feeling a little odd, but she tried to be as nice as possible. She wanted to show König that she could be nice to his friends. «Thanks.» her voice sweet. «I guess I’m more of Ella’s friend, though. She always wants to play dolls with me.» she added with a chuckle.

And the sound of her soft laugh made König smile. It made his heart beat a little faster, and he gently caressed her shoulder.

«So you’re good with kids, too.» Caleb observed, smiling. He stood there with his hands in his pocket, watching as König held her close, protectively. He took a deep breath, not breaking his smile, and looked Jasmine in the eyes, extending his arm to her. «Would you like to take a walk with me, Jas? I’d love to get to know you better, if that’s okay.»

Jasmine gulped nervously, wondering whether she should or shouldn’t accept taking a walk with König’s friend. She couldn’t lie, Caleb was attractive: tall and good-looking, with some deep brown eyes and dark auburn hair. In addition, it would be a great opportunity to show König how friendly she was and that his friends could be comfortable around her, and viceversa.

«Sure.» she said with a smile, after sighing deeply.

König heard her voice but refused to let go of her shoulder. Until he did. Until she grabbed Caleb’s arm and they started to walk away.

And when Jasmine turned around to look at König still standing there and looking at them, she resisted the urge to run into his arms and tell him that she wanted to walk with him. And him only.

But Caleb spoke to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and gently caressing her hair with his fingers. So Jasmine pretended to listen closely to what he was saying, although she couldn’t help but think about the Austrian man she wanted to be with.

The party continued and it was now time for dinner. Everyone made their way inside the restaurant where, after the typical Austrian dishes they would eat, Ella would blow the candles of her rigorously purple birthday cake. And no one was surprised that the decorations inside of the restaurant were purple and pink as well.

König walked in with Ella in his arms, taking a seat at the table where other friends and relatives would sit, as Ella wanted. And among them, there was a reserved seat for Jasmine, right beside König.

Maybe a coincidence. Or was it on purpose?

Jasmine shyly sat down, greeting Ella’s grandparents - König’s parents - and some family friends. They all were very nice to her, and König couldn’t be happier about it. He then looked at Jas and smiled warmly, leaning over to ask her: «Did Caleb bother you?»

Jasmine shook her head and smiled. «It was okay. He… he’s nice.» She chose to overlook the fact that Caleb had asked her out. Jas didn’t really give Caleb a proper answer to that, since she didn’t want to go on a date with him but didn’t want to come off as rude either. She just told him that “she’ll let him know”.

König nodded and smiled, extending his hand to caress her own lightly. He then turned to the waiters placing appetizers on their tables and thanked them, looking at Jas again. He grabbed one of the snacks and brought it to her lips. «Open.»

That interaction felt so intimate although it was something so simple, and it caused Jasmine’s cheeks to turn warmer. Redder. She looked at him shyly, like a deer at headlights, while he smiled and held her chin with his other hand, slightly bringing her closer.

Jas sighed nervously, checking if any of König’s relatives were watching them. What would they think of this situation? She grabbed and picked at the hem of her dress, slowly opening her mouth and biting on the snack König wanted to give her.

The Austrian smirked ever so slightly, looking at how Jasmine’s pretty lips subtly touched his fingers. His own lips parted, and his breath felt heavier, his heart skipped a beat when he looked into her eyes. Those big doe eyes of hers, looking at him in such a sweet yet tempting way. Tempting, for him. Because she looked so innocent, simply eating a damn snack. And he simply couldn’t help himself.

He couldn’t help but stare at her lips as she chewed that appetizer, looking away because she was shy. He smiled, cleaning the edge of her mouth and asking her «Did you like it?», but he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the appetizer or the way he fed her.

«Yes.» she answered. «That was… amazing.»

What was amazing, Jas? The snack? Or the fact that the man you’re fantasizing about every damn day fed you and made you feel so… submissive? That’s what you liked, huh?

In his mind, König wanted to believe that Jas liked both things. He smiled at her, gently caressing her chin and whispering a subtle and almost inaudible «Good.»

Jasmine closed her eyes for a moment, before grabbing her glass of water and drinking some, hoping not to choke on it, after what just happened.

And after the last dish had been eaten, and everything was amazing, it was time for Ella to blow the candles of her birthday cake. König turned to Jasmine, «Do you mind helping me with the cake?» he asked, standing up.

Jasmine smiled and followed him, nodding her head. They walked toward the restaurant’s kitchen to grab the cake and the candles, as well as some sparklers. König grabbed the cake and placed it on a counter, and Jas carefully positioned the candles all over it, not lighting them yet.

They headed back in the restaurant, and one of the employees turned off the lights. Jasmine lit the candles and the sparklers in that moment, and everyone started singing “happy birthday” to Ella.

When the little girl saw the cake on her table, she smiled with happiness and looked at her dad as if to thank him. For everything.

«Make a wish!» Jasmine told her before she could blow the candles. And Ella did just that: she closed her eyes, making her wish.

A loving mommy. A caring and supportive, loving mommy. One that would stay by her side, comb her hair and braid it before bedtime. One that would bring her breakfast in bed and eat it with her, before waking up her Papa with hugs and kisses together. One that would take a bath with her and wash her hair, while talking about whatever topic. That’s what she wished for.

Everyone cheered and applauded when Ella blew the candles and König picked her up to kiss her cheek lovingly. They hugged for a long moment, before cutting the cake together and distributing a slice to all the guests. The cake was filled with chocolate, of course. So not everyone wanted to eat it, but it was okay. More cake for the kids.

Sooner or later, most of the guests had left, and it was time for Jas, König and Ella to leave, too. The Austrian made sure to properly thank the employees of the restaurant for letting them have Ella’s party there, by leaving a generous tip.

And as the three of them walked toward their building, Ella fell asleep in König’s arms. Jasmine looked at them with a smile on her face, happy to see Ella so peaceful and to see König be such a loving dad.

In the elevator, König let Jasmine enter first and she pushed the button to the third floor - where both their apartments were. They walked in silence toward their respective doors, but once there, König finally spoke.

«Could you grab my keys, please? They’re in my pocket.» he asked Jasmine, leaning his hip toward her.

She chuckled but nodded, reaching for his keys and opening the door for him to enter. But König gestured her to step in before him.

And she did. She entered König’s apartment and watched as he closed the door and walked toward Ella’s room, to put her in bed.

She remained at the entrance, waiting for König. Waiting to hear what he wanted to tell her. If he wanted to tell her something. She didn’t even know.

Then, König walked toward her with a smile. «She’s sleeping like an angel.»

Jasmine smiled as well, slightly blushing as she looked up in his eyes. König was… too tall. Too big. Too handsome. She looked away and nervously handed him the keys. König grabbed them and lazily placed them on a nearby furniture.

He then used both his hands to caress Jasmine’s cheeks and hair, leaning down to kiss her forehead. All without a word. He used his thumb to stroke her cheeks and his other fingers to caress her soft hair, placing his chin on top of her head after he kissed her forehead.

«Thank you, Jasmine. Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.» he whispered, his voice low and deep.

Jas panicked. Her heart was pounding in her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Heat spread all over her cheeks, coloring her face of a bright red. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, gulping. «N-no need to thank me…» she stuttered.

König smiled and removed his chin from the top of her head, looking in her eyes and caressing her face with one hand - the other still stroking her hair.

«Du bist so wunderschön*.» he whispered, kissing her cheek next.

Jas had no idea what he said, but she didn’t question it either. She just enjoyed being so close to him for once, loving his touch, gentle and firm at the same time. Calming and exciting. Perfect.

König opened his mouth to say something, but quickly decided against it.

He wanted to ask Jas to stay the night. To sleep in his bed. He wanted to ask her to sleep with him, in his home. In his arms. But it was too soon. Too much.

His hesitation made Jasmine’s heart drop. She took a deep breath, smiling as warmly as she could.

«Good night, König. Rest well.» she said.

«Sweet dreams, Jasmine.»

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

*«You’re so beautiful.»

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The saniest pussydrunk agenda — COD edition.

Ghost lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth, holds your wrists to your thighs and won't stop eating you out until you're begging him to, or manage to kick him off.

Soap believes that slow and steady wins the race. Talks through it, moving his head away to dirty talk and then laughing when you buck your hips back up.

Price eats pussy as foreplay each and every time— its a set rule in his bed that you cum from his mouth at least once before he fucks you. Spends a lot of his time kissing on your thighs before getting to it.

Gaz doesnt stop until you squirt. You know when he starts laying down towels that he's going to make a whining mess of you, very very proudly.

König eats pussy for his pleasure. Loves your taste, smell, the feel of you cumming on his tongue. Maybe its selfish, but his love for going down on you is mutually beneficial.

Alejandro eats it from behind. Has a deep obsession with listening to your muffled moans as he ruins you, your face pressed into the pillow and back arched.

Rudy is a firm supporter of 69. What's better than getting to taste that sweet pussy of yours? Feeling your mouth around his cock at the same time, its a win-win.

Horangi aches for you to sit on his face; full weight, ride his face until neither of you can breath. He's the one to hold you down on his face even after you've cum, just to savour you.

Keegan spits on your pussy before lapping at it. Messiest pussy eater of the lot, he has no shame when it comes to drool and the lewd noises he makes when eating you out.

Valeria delivers sharp slaps to your pussy as she goes at it. Mixing pleasure with pain, she will bring you to the edge just to put you in your place.

Farah goes stupid when your hands are in her hair, guiding her face into your pussy so she can treat you exactly where you need her. Loves when you tug at her hair as you reach orgasm.

Alex only just pulls your panties to the side when eating pussy. He's eager, and has no time for undressing you when he's craving your taste so desperately.

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nah bro i know pussy slapping with konig would be absolutely mind blowing. his hands are so big and calloused and rough, and he’d love how wet it gets you. he’d deliver steady little smacks to your twitching clit before rubbing it deftly with his thumb.

he’d use his cock to do it, too. pulling it out and tapping it against your sensitive pussy. he’ll fuck his fist while making you finish with his other hand, then cum on your pussy. now you’re both all blushing and sweaty and he’s still swatting at your overstimulated clit.

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smninthisworldd · 1 year ago

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Brainrot is brainrotting again guys

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smninthisworldd · 1 year ago

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this is so Ella and König from my story, i’m crying 😭

Imagine you and König having a cute little baby daughter. She is your everything, ever since she came into this world,both you and König feel a kind of love you never expected.

And now think about how absolutely cute it would be if she grew up to have such a 'Papa'-phase at the age of 5 or 6.

Suddenly, everything your husband does is so cool to your daughter. It's always 'Papa' and not 'Mama'.

Now she wants her dad to take her with him to the gym, to train her so that she eventually becomes as strong as him, to tell her all about his super exciting job (he won't tell her what exactly he does tho,still,it's enough for your little daughter).

Also she will tell everyone in preschool how big and strong her dad is, boasting around so that the other kids exactly know how proud she is. Of course, whenever he is on leave,the only one who is allowed to pick her up from Kindergarten is König. Just imagine this mountain of a man standing outside the building, waiting for his daughter and probably scaring all the other parents.

She will constantly grab his hand whenever she walks beside him. She,dressed in her cute yellow rain jacket and a duck hat holding the hand of your all-dressed-in-cargo husband firmly, telling him all about her day in Kindergarten, which ice cream flavor tastes the best and why pink is her favorite color.

When on deployment, König has to make sure to call her over video at least once a week or she will get really frustrated. She also lends him her favorite stuffed animal, a little octopus so that he isn't lonely. She will constantly ask: "Wann kommt Papa wieder? Ich wollte mit ihm doch mein Puppenhaus aufbauen." (When will Dad come home? I wanted to build up my doll house with him.)

And although you hope that this phase will soon pass (or at least that you will have your 'Mum is cool' phase soon too), you can't help but smile at these two. How König, the frightening war proofed Colonel, suddenly sits at a small coffee table in your daughters room, surrounded by at least ten stuffed animals,playing teatime with her, smiling broadly.

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smninthisworldd · 1 year ago

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I NEED someone to write a smut of Price being your neighbour who unfortunately gets to hear you and your boyfriend fucking unsuccessfully (bf doesn't even bother with making you finish, you fake it and do it extra loud on purpose cause you know this fine older military man next door can hear you and you focus more on making sure Price hears your moans than the younger boring man on top of you)

And so another boring night of unpleasant sex with your soon to be ex, he leaves early and Price has had enough. Like he always catches you linger a little more when he returns from base and he's wearing his military uniform, a few stares here and there, friendly greetings while your eyes are practically undressing each other in the hallway, you asking him if he can help when something breaks in your apartment, even the smallest thing just so you can have him over and he fucking knows it (things you can fix yourself but nooo, let me ask Mr. Price)

And like before he's about to knock on your door, the power goes off and in panic you open the door (Mr. Price should know how to fix this, right?) only wearing a shirt just covering your ass and you just stare at each other for a few seconds before you ask what he's doing outside your door.

"I came to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can't"

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smninthisworldd · 1 year ago

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 3: Jasmine wakes up, ready for her second - and last - day of babysitting Ella. König is finally getting ready to come home, but first, he shares his thoughts and feelings about Jas with Ghost and Soap. Once he gets home, he can’t really contain himself…❞

❝PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS (NSFW): dirty thoughts, male masturbation.❞

w.c: 4200 ; part 3/? ;

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Birds were chirping on the balcony outside the big window, from which the sun entered the room and warmed Jasmine's skin, along with a fresh breeze tickling it; clean, soft silk sheets hugging her body, her nose breathing in their strong scent - König's scent, precisely - while her hair laid on the silk pillowcase. What other best way to wake up?

Oh, right... if only he was there.

If only König was there to hold her tight against his strong body, his warmth radiating through her. To caress her hair, move it out of her face and kiss her cheek softly, careful not to wake her up. To lower his caresses along her shoulder, causing her to shiver, while he decided to kiss her neck, shoulder and arm. And when Jas would wake up to that, he would whisper in her ear "Good morning, love". And she would blush and giggle and turn around to hug him and kiss him and tell him "5 more minutes", cuddling and holding him tightly, never wanting to let him go. Never wanting to leave that bed.

Jas couldn't stop fantasizing about him, apparently. She went to sleep thinking about him, and woke up with the same thoughts. She couldn't help herself into at least trying to deny how she felt toward König.

Two months earlier, when Jasmine moved, Ella was the curious one, wanting to know who the new neighbor was. She asked her daddy if they could knock on her door and welcome her in the new apartment. And since König can't say no to his daughter - especially when she looks at him with such cute puppy eyes - he accepted.

The two got dressed, grabbed some of the cookies König had prepared the evening before, and headed to the door next to theirs. It was half open, boxes and suitcases all around, waiting to be unpacked inside the new home.

König curiously looked inside, taking a peek of the apartment, when Jasmine suddenly opened the door fully and jolted when she saw the immensely tall man and his daughter. She nearly gasped, bringing her hand to her chest and laughing out of relief. Neighbors.

«Hallo! I'm Ella!» the little girl squealed. «Welcome!»

Jasmine looked down at her and smiled warmly, extending her hand to Ella. «Hi! My name is Jasmine.»

«Like the princess from Aladdin!» Ella exclaimed happily. Jas giggled at the sight of that energetic sweet girl getting so excited about her name.

«Papa, give her the cookies!» Ella whispered, but Jas could hear, as his daughter grabbed and pulled on his shirt.

König chuckled and handed the basket with cookies to the new neighbor. «Welcome to the neighborhood, Jasmine, I'm König. I made these yesterday evening-»

«They are amazing!» Ella exclaimed, interrupting her daddy, her energy contagious.

Jas accepted the basket and as König extended his hand to her, she smiled and shook it with hers. The moment their hands touched, Jasmine could feel the roughness of his big hand, and some calluses on his palm. Meanwhile, König could sense how small and soft her hand was compared to his, contrasting with his own.

It was a strange yet pleasurable feeling, mostly for König. He was feeling quite lonely lately, given he hasn't dated nor seen anyone for... a very long time, and he was so touch starved that a woman's touch could've easily turned his hormones crazy. Even just a simple handshake.

Jasmine gulped at the intensity of König's eyes looking at her, making her knees feel like jelly already. It was no secret how attractive the man was, and Jasmine wasn't blind.

«Here, let me help you.» König offered, his voice deep and manly, removing his hand from hers and grabbing one of the boxes left, stepping inside after Ella.

«Oh...» Jasmine started, attempting to tell him it wasn't necessary, that she could do everything on her own. But having this mountain of a muscular man in your new home, ready to help you unpack your stuff and maybe even help you reach some shelves that are too high for you, was an offer that no one could ever deny. «Thank you...»

«It's my pleasure.» König replied, easily picking up the other boxes while Jasmine placed the cookies on the table, grabbed her last suitcase and closed the door.

Ella sat down a chair and watched her dad and the new neighbor unpack her things and decor the kitchen and the living room. «How old are you, Jasmine?»

«Ella...» König attempted to scold her, but Jasmine chuckled and shook her head, as if to tell him everything was fine.

«I am 23 years old, Ella. Soon to be 24.» she answered. «And what about you?»

«I'm 9! I will turn 10 in three months!» Ella replied, smiling warmly at her. «I will have a beautiful party for my birthday! Daddy promised that he will take the day off to celebrate with me!»

Jasmine smiled at Ella, and then looked at König, still smiling. «What do you do?» she asked, out of curiosity.

«I'm an Austrian soldier.» König answered, «I'm a Colonel, more precisely.»

Her brows lifted as she looked up at him and smiled, nodding in understanding. Jas could've imagined it, really. His muscles and his overall built could've only been either a soldier's or a bodybuilder's.

«Should I call you 'Sir'?» she joked, gaining a chuckle from König.

Despite the thought of Jasmine calling him that was tempting, he laughed it off. «That's only for my coworkers.» he said with a smile. «Please, call me König.»

The rest of that day went on pretty quickly, as Ella and König helped Jasmine with some of her stuff, keeping her company. She was glad she found herself two amazing neighbors, curious to know her better and that already liked her a lot.

The months passed and Jasmine was often invited to König's apartment to eat with him and Ella, sometimes at lunch, sometimes at dinner.

Ella found a friend in her, despite their age difference. Jas was a very good friend to her, always available if she wanted to play dolls, have a tea party or watch Disney movies. And König couldn't be happier. Knowing that her daughter was happy filled his heart with love and adoration, and he was happy, too.

Jasmine soon grew to be a good friend for König as well, as he sometimes even helped her with her studies and repetitions. She would invite him and Ella over, and while Ella would watch cartoons and play with her dolls, König would help Jasmine practicing and reviewing her notes for her University exams.

A smile appeared on her lips as she thought about all that, and how thankful she was to have him and Ella in her life. Though, she would've never believed she would sleep in König's bed while babysitting his girl. It was a strange feeling.

She stood up, changed into her clothes and redid the bed, folding the shirt she wore for sleeping and putting it back into König's closet.

Then, she walked toward the bathroom and washed her face, ready for the second day of babysitting Ella.

König couldn't really help himself either. Since Jasmine moved, he wasn't the same König as he used to. He was more tense, more cautious, more protective - of himself and of Ella, especially. But he wished he could show Jas his protective side, too.

He felt a strange urge to protect her, and he didn't really know why. He couldn't put it into words. The only way he could describe it, was that he felt drawn to her. Not only because Jasmine was pretty and beautiful and gorgeous, but mostly because of her personality.

Jasmine was always so welcoming, so kind and nice to everyone, sweet and adorable. «She's just... perfect.» König whispered, as he explained his two friends, Ghost and Soap, the situation and the way he felt.

They were on the bus, at that moment, heading back toward the base. Their mission was a success, and they were ready to pack their belongings and return home.

«Maybe you should try and talk to her about it?» Soap suggested. Then, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his tone more playful. «I've never thought I'd hear you talking about a woman like this, Colonel.»

König felt his cheeks warm up a little, as he sighed. «You think so?»

«How old is she?» Ghost joined the conversation, his tone a bit more husky compared to Soap's.

König gulped at that question. He hadn't mentioned it yet, knowing it could've probably been a bit of a surprise. «She's, uhh... soon to be 24.»

Soap's eyes widened as he blinked twice, his brows lifting in surprise. Ghost's eyes remained inexpressive, as he leaned back in his seat. «She's... young.»

«I know! I-I know...» König stuttered, his cheeks turning pinkish, «but she's so adorable. I really like her, despite our age difference.»

Soap sighed deeply, patting König's shoulder. «I still think you should talk to her. Perhaps, don't make it obvious at first... maybe ask her a couple questions, and try to figure out if she might be interested in older men. I think this is the best advice I can give you...»

Simon looked at König as the Austrian sighed and threw his head back, hitting the bus window. His voice cracked a bit, as he spoke: «Maybe I should just... forget her. But it's too difficult.»

«You only say this because you haven't dated anyone in a while.» Soap tried to reassure him. «The women you've dated were all younger, no?»

«But never that younger.» König said, emphasizing the 'that'. He shook his head, closing his eyes.

And now he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if he revealed the way he felt to Jas. What would she say? Would she return his feelings? Or... would she reject him?

«Relax, bud.» Ghost tried his best to attempt a reassuring tone. «You've gone through so much, and you're a damn Colonel. A fearless soldier protectin' his country. You can do this.»

«And...» Soap said, a small cheeky grin on his lips, «did you know that it's many women's dream to be with a soldier like you? I highly think Jasmine could be one of them.»

König laughed at his playful and teasing tone, «How are you so sure?»

Soap shook his head, rolling his eyes. «Man, just look at yourself!» he said, gesturing at his whole figure, like it was already obvious what he was hinting at. «We've all seen your built and your muscles already, and trust me, any person on this earth would die to spend a night with you.»

König chuckled, shaking his head a little. But he was also happy to hear those words.

«Plus, you might look terrifying and intimidating, but you have such a kind heart, and it shows by the way you treat your daughter.» Soap added, his voice shifting into a more soft tone. «You're a kind and strong man. Anyone would be happy to have someone like you by their side.»

König now smiled at how reassuring Soap sounded, making him feel better about himself.

«I agree, obviously.» Ghost spoke, his voice deep and inexpressive as always. But König could tell he was sincere.

For the rest of the trip toward the base, König had his eyes closed and kept thinking about Jas. Her smile. Her hair. Her hands. How soft spoken and genuine she was. How beautiful, gorgeous she was.

He kept thinking about her pretty eyes and how she had to lift her chin up to look at him and talk to him. And how pretty she looked with her glasses on, when he helped her study. And how adorable she looked every time she smiled at him, for whatever reason.

And he began imagining how gorgeous she would look like while wearing one of his shirts. How her soft skin would feel like against his own, and how her smaller frame - since she was much shorter compared to him - would cuddle against his body as he was the big spoon, hugging her tight from behind and wrapping his arm around her waist and pull her closer by also holding her shoulders.

How it would feel to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Her hands, her shoulders, her neck, her back, and all the way down her body. Every single inch of her. He wouldn't allow his lips not to cover her whole body in kisses. Kisses that would turn into nibbles and small bites around her most sensitive areas, that he would acknowledge once he got the opportunity, and he would mark her with the shape of his teeth. Bites that would turn into hickies. On her neck. Collarbone. Chest. Thighs.

How easily he could pick her up and push her against the wall of any room of his apartment. Messily place her on the table and consume her as his breakfast, lunch, dinner. How easily he could throw her on his bed, pin her down and take her wrists into one hand, while the other would be occupied into making her squirm underneath him.

How gorgeous Jas would look if he bent her over, handcuffing her with his hand, pushing her close to the edge again and again and pushing her head down on the sheets, blowing her brains out and hearing those sweet, heavenly moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. How her hands would grip the sheets above her head. How he would press his chest against her back, moving her hair out of her face and gathering it into a ponytail in his fist to pull it, his hips grinding against hers. Pounding into her.

And then he opened his eyes. Widened them. He looked around and noticed all the soldiers asleep around him. Thank God. He gulped, his cheeks flushed red as he searched for his mask and put it on, just in case.

And he tried his best to cover the big bulge in his cargo pants, using his helmet. He sighed, feeling ashamed and guilty of imagining such things about Jasmine. How would he be able to look at her now...?

Back at the base, König was packing his stuff, while thinking of his precious daughter. He couldn't wait to see her again and most importantly, tell her that he would take a whole week off, to celebrate her birthday properly. Ella's reaction to that would be unforgettable.

He sighed, lost deep in thoughts: he often felt kind of guilty, wondering if he was a good dad for Ella, and what he could do to be better. Yes, when he was with her it felt amazing, and König felt like the luckiest dad ever. But when he was away from her... it was awful. He missed her a lot, couldn't stay away from her. Couldn't bare it.

Several hours later, König and his colleagues were ready to leave the base and return home. He spent some time with Ghost and Soap before their plane took off.

«So... will you talk to that girl once you get home?» Ghost asked him, while they sat next to each other.

«Well... I think I will.» König answered.

«Hell yes, you must!» Soap joined the conversation, setting his suitcase down at his feet. He sat near Ghost, as their conversation continued.

«Ugh, I don't need any more pressure!» König laughed subtly, throwing his head back.

Soap laughed with him, while Ghost only let out a soft little chuckle. «C'mon... it's obvious you want her badly.» Ghost whispered, slightly teasing him now. «It's obvious you think 'bout her all the time, don't cha?»

König looked at Ghost with slight surprised, and laughed nervously. «Are you teasing me now?»

«Mh-hm.» he simply replied, looking in his eyes. «You didn't answer my question yet.»

König sighed, looking away. «Fuck, of course I do.» he admitted. «I... I even have naughty, filthy and dirty thoughts about her and I feel so guilty about it.»

«Oh?» Soap exclaimed. «Do tell. This is gettin' interesting.»

König chuckled lightly, shaking his head slightly. «She's... so delicate, and so much smaller compared to me. I tower over her easily and... it... turns me on when she lifts her head to look in my eyes.» he said. «She's so innocent, or at least she looks like it. And the mere thought that I could take her innocence turns me on, so fucking much... I know I could... ruin her, in the best way possible. And that thought haunts me, making me want to do it.»

Ghost and Soap listened carefully, and then Ghost sighed, amused. «So... you fantasize of dominating her, basically.»

«But it's not just that.» König quickly said. From what he said, it seemed like he only wanted her body, but he wanted her whole. «I crave everything about her. I want all of her: mind, soul, heart... and her body is just something more. I know she's young but she's... whole. Mature, open minded, sweet, caring... she's everything one could ever ask for, you know?»

Soap smiled, exclaiming an «Aww!» and throwing a playful punch at König. Ghost chuckled, his tone playful as he whispered: «Someone's horny and in love.»

König hid his face with his mask, not wanting his blush to be too noticeable. He decided to use the time on the plane to get some rest, thinking of Jas in the meanwhile.

The flight was relaxing for all the soldiers, who were drained and tired from their previous missions. All of them were sleeping, since it was pretty late as well. It was around 1 am when they landed, and it took König an hour to get home.

He knew he would find Ella sleeping already, but he would wake her up the next morning with waffles, chocolate and kisses.

As he finally arrived in his apartment, the lights were off apart from the kitchen and the tv in the living room. He tilted his head, placed his suitcase near the front door and walked toward the tv, wanting to turn it off. He imagined Jasmine and Ella forgot about it and went to sleep.

Instead, König found Jas sleeping on the couch, seemingly comfortable on it. He smiled at the sight, she was adorable.

He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, while trying not to wake her up. He gulped, and decided to pick her up gently, princess style, and carry her to his bed, where she would be more comfortable.

She wasn't too heavy for him, given the weights he was used to lift. He made sure to be as gentle as possible, positioning her on his bed and under his sheets. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, so sweet and delicate. An angel.

He sighed, turning around and grabbing some fresh and clean clothes to change in. He went to the bathroom aiming to take a shower, warm and relaxing so he could get a better sleep.

He undressed, and looked in the mirror for a moment. He wasn't so bad, afterall. Maybe... maybe he had a chance with Jasmine. Maybe she could've liked him. Maybe...

He stepped in the shower, the hot water pouring all over his body, relaxing his muscles and the stress he was feeling. But although it helped relief his nerves, it worsened his... arousal.

Especially because he just couldn't get his fucking mind off Jas. And how pretty, innocent and gorgeous she looked. And those fucking lips of hers, oh God...

She would be the death of him.

He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping those thoughts would go away as well as his growing erection. But it didn't. Oh, no, it fucking didn't.

König sighed, his hand slowly reaching his hardened member. He was hesitant, he didn't want to jerk off thinking about her. But he simply couldn't fucking help it.

His eyes closed, his hand wrapped around it. Slowly, he started stroking it up and down, his heart beating a little faster with each stroke. With each movement. He began moving his hand a bit faster, also reaching his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

He threw his head back, hitting the wall. The movements became faster, harder. He began groaning, moaning. Did he feel guilty for what he was doing? Yes. Did it matter, in that moment? No, not really.

All that mattered now, was for him to reach the release he was chasing. The orgasm he needed. His big and rough hand moved even faster, not allowing him to waste any more time.

He gulped, letting out a loud moan covered by the sound of the water pouring down. He was rough with himself and was even rougher when he had a partner to please. He lived for the full experience, and wanted to feel and make others feel fucking amazing.

His moans were louder, muffled by him biting his lower lip. His hand moved on his own, despite it began to hurt due to the speed and the force he was using on himself.

The release he was chasing was close, he just needed to keep going until he came. And so he did, keeping his movements steady and powerful. Keeping his mind occupied by thoughts about Jas, and how perfect she would look like naked, pressed against his body while he fucked her brains out. While he pulled whimpers out of her mouths and made her cry and gag around his dick.

And when he came with a long and shaky moan, he imagined Jasmine swallowing his cum, tasting it. It would feel so fucking good, he just knew it.

He sighed heavily, his heart beating faster as he stroke his cock the last few times, more weakly and gentle now. He soon came to a stop, with one long sigh.

He opened his eyes, and washed himself off of this dirty act, this shameful thing that he did. He then exited the shower and realized he forgot to bring his clothes in the bathroom, but left them in his bedroom.

He walked toward it wearing only his towel secured around his waist, his feet making loud thuds in the silence of the apartment. Once he opened the door to his room, he found Jasmine awake, still in his bed, but sat on it.

«Oh, Jas.» König smiled softly. «I thought you'd be still sleeping.»

Jasmine looked at him and her lips parted. He was only wearing a towel, and nothing else. His muscular and toned body was exposed, there for her to look at it. And he was just how she'd imagined him to be. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, defined V lines and a subtle happy trail, leading to the huge - because Jas was sure it was fucking huge, she just knew it - dick he was hiding underneath that damn towel.

«I... did I fall asleep in here? I'm sorry-» Jas began, but König interrupted her.

«You were sleeping on the couch. Thought you'd be more comfortable in bed.»

Jasmine blinked twice at that. She was supposed to thank him, for being so thoughtful and caring, carrying her to his bed just so that she could get a better sleep. But she was only able to stare right at him as if he was a piece of art. A marble statue, by Michelangelo. But better than his David.

And when he turned around to gather his clothes, his back faced her. And what a heavenly view it was. His muscles flexed with each movement he did, and she couldn't stop staring. He was so damn hot, unbelievably hot.

Jasmine gulped as he turned around once more, looking at her now. «I, uhh...» she stuttered, standing up and shyly trying to hide the blush on her face. «I should go home now, I think...»

König tilted his head, walking toward her. Jasmine's eyes nervously darted around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. But König wasn't going to allow her looking away now.

He gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting her head so that she could look into his eyes, and not elsewhere. «Please stay.»

Jasmine's blush intensified as he made her look into his eyes. Her lips slightly parted, and the tension between them felt thicker.

But König quickly removed his hand, sighing deeply. «Stay in bed. I'll... take the couch. I'd like to surprise Ella tomorrow morning, so... I was thinking you could wake her up...»

«Oh...» Jasmine whispered, looking away. «S-So... it's a surprise?»

Truth was König didn't plan to make any surprise. But he was lacking of courage in that moment. Especially after seeing the shy and innocent look in Jasmine's eyes. He wasn't ready. And she wasn't either.

«Yes.» he replied with a smile. «Yes, it is...»

Jasmine smiled back at him, taking a deep breath. «Ella will love that.»

König gulped. The tension in that room was obvious, now to the both of them. And it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He cleared his throat, and lifted a hand attempting to caress her cheek, but decided against it leaving his arm mid air.

«Good night, Jas.» König whispered, approaching her forehead with his lips. And although he was hesitant about kissing it, he did. A simple and innocent gesture to show her that he cared.

His lips felt soft and smooth against her skin, and it was a warm and tender kiss, very gentle. Jasmine smiled softly, her cheeks slightly blushing. «Good night, König.»

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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".... whats that one for?"

"hm?" you hum, not taking your eyes off the mirror in front of you as you gently scrubbed your face.

"this one, love," simon says, picking up the pink container of eye cream. the small container looks even tinier in his huge hands and you give it a glance.

"eye cream, its to help with under eye bags and things like that," you mumble as you rinse your face and pick up a bottle of serum. he watches you quietly as you use the dropper and rub the liquid into your skin.

"whats that?"

"this?" you hold up the bottle you were using, "hylaluronic acid."

simon furrows his brows.

"sounds like somethin' johnny would use in 'is bloody explosives."

you giggle and nod,

"kinda, but its good for your skin, repairs the barrier and what not."

he nods, pretending to understand what you're talking about and leans in the door frame of the bathroom, watching you still.

"why are you suddenly so interested in my routine anyways?" you ask as you face the mirror again and apply more products.

simon shrugs. he's not going to admit that he's never thought you looked more beautiful than you do right now. you're in his home, getting ready to go to sleep in his arms. despite his composed demeanor he practically giddy as a school boy with a crush on the inside.

you finally apply the last cream and tuck everything away in the cabinet. you turn to him with a soft smile,

"ready for bed?"

he swears his heart is going to beat out of his chest, fuck how could one person be so pretty? its not fair, he thinks, that you do this to him. but at the same time he's grateful for it, eternally grateful that you chose him of all people. out of the entire world, you were doing your routine so you could lay down and sleep with him.

he mirrors your small smile and grabs your hand.

"glad youre finally done, lets sleep then, love."

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SINCE i am an amazing person, i decided to give y’all a special sneak peek of the third chapter of ‘babysitter next door’ i’m writing. keep in mind that this is still a draft soooo if you see any issues, this is not proofread… yet!

ALSO, please let me know what you think of the entire fic! are y’all liking it? is there something you’d add or change? please lmk! 🤍

here you go, horny bitches ⬇️

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All König could think about was how it would feel to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Her hands, her shoulders, her neck, her back, and all the way down her body. Every single inch of her. He wouldn’t allow his lips not to cover her whole body in kisses. Kisses that would turn into nibbles and small bites around her most sensitive areas, that he would acknowledge once he got the opportunity, and he would mark her with the shape of his teeth. Bites that would turn into hickies. On her neck. Collarbone. Chest. Thighs.

How easily he could pick her up and push her against the wall of any room into his apartment. Messily place her on the table and consume her as his breakfast, lunch, dinner. How easily he could throw her on his bed, pin her down and take her wrists into one hand, while the other would be occupied into making her squirm underneath him.

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see you in the next chapter, pookies 😌

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

a quick sort of disclaimer: the image with the girl wearing the purple skirt IS NOT how you must view Jasmine. you're free to imagine her to be however you want, the image simply represents the outfit she wore, nothing more. i'm not making any detailed descriptions of Jasmine, because i want everyone to feel included in the things i write. <3

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 2: Diving into her memories, Ella remembers the breakup of her parents, and all the times her dad chose her over other people, putting her happiness first. Meanwhile, the day passes and Jasmine and Ella are creating a strong bond, but it's time to go to sleep. And Jasmine had permission to sleep in König's room.❞

w.c: 2500 ; part 2/?;

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Tangled was Ella's favorite Disney movie: she loved Rapunzel's dress - especially because it was purple - and her daddy always told her she looked like the princess, with those blonde hair of hers and those big green eyes. Ella was a sweetheart, and König felt extremely lucky to be her father. She's always been such a happy child, always full of life and with a smile on her face, no matter what.

That was, with other people. When she was alone, she would often look at the pictures she kept of her mom, Sarah, and König together with her, missing those moments.

She was 7 years old when they broke up. They weren't married, but they seemed to be a happy couple. Until one afternoon, when Ella was supposedly asleep, König and Ella's mom were talking in the living room, and their calm talk turned into a heated discussion.

Ella didn't intervene, since she thought it was just a temporary argument over something. They would fix this in no time, Ella thought to herself. But soon, she heard her daddy asking her mom about a certain "Jack". And she wasn't replying.

Finally, her mom talked back, explaining that she was so sick of him being out for days, weeks, because of his duties as a soldier... «I can't do this anymore!» she said. «I need attentions, reassurances... and you can't give those to me if you're never home.»

Her dad tried to reason about it, to be civil about it, and forgive her. But it was too much for him to bear.

«Sarah...» he sighed, «I… I tried my best to give you my everything, and to provide everything you and Ella needed. I can't seem to understand why you... did this. I just… can’t.»

Sarah began to cry, feeling guilty. «I can't justify myself. There is nothing I can do to make it up for you, because...» she stopped for a moment, looking into König's eyes, pain in hers.

«You love him.» König finished the sentence for her. It became clear to him, at this point. König's voice was full of pain and tears filled his eyes, as he tried to understand the situation.

Sarah simply nodded, sighing. «I'm sorry...» she whispered, trying to hug him.

But he stepped back. He wiped his tears away, not wanting to waste his tears for that. After he closed his eyes, he went quiet for a moment, thinking about the next thing he would do.

He took a deep breath, gathering all of his strength to say the next things: «Pack your things and tell Jack to come pick you up tomorrow morning.» he whispered, his voice more serious and cold now. «Ella can't see you leave.»

Sarah sighed again, holding back her tears. But she agreed, it was the best thing to do.

And just like that, the following morning was a sad day, breakfast wasn't as good as the previous days, and Ella's smile wasn't as bright anymore.

She wanted to be there for her dad, not sure how to do it properly, though. She knew she couldn't give him the best comfort, but she tried. She hugged her dad tightly, kissed his cheek gently.

«Ich liebe dich, Papa (i love you, dad).» she whispered, holding him tight.

König returned the hug, caressing his daughter's long and blonde hair, kissing her forehead. «Mommy is...» he began, but Ella stopped him.

«I heard you two yesterday, daddy...» she revealed, hoping her dad wouldn't be mad at her.

König looked at her for a moment before smiling reassuringly, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up in a faint smile. «You're a smart girl.» he said, proud of her daughter.

Ella smiled at him, happy to see her daddy smile. Despite his broken heart, König found comfort in his daughter's gentle and kind personality. He loved how mature she was, at her young age. He was so so proud of her.

«Let's watch Tangled, hmm?»

Ella decided to remain with her dad, and see her mom when König was too busy with work. He tried not to make it happen as often anymore, because he wanted to be there for his daughter.

Sarah moved on and decided to marry that Jack guy, but Ella didn't really like him. They even had a baby together, a boy: Louis.

In those two years, König's seen other women, he's been on dates and has tried to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. But to no success.

He couldn't seem to find "the one". Plus, Ella always wanted to know who her daddy was dating, claiming that König's future girlfriend - or wife - should've been chosen by her. She just wanted to protect his dad from getting his heart broken again.

And since she didn't approve none of the women König dated, he simply stopped. He chose Ella over everyone else, deciding to put her happiness first.

He decided to take her out instead, going to cinemas, restaurants, fast foods and car trips. He treated her like the little princess she was, always providing the best for her whenever he could and had the opportunity. In his free days, especially.

She was so sweet and energetic, and König wanted to keep that side of her at all costs. It wasn't easy at first, for him to be a single dad, dealing with a girl. He was scared to raise her alone, but he continued hoping to find the perfect woman that could be there for him, approved by Ella, too.

Ella was glad her dad wanted to be the best for her, that he treated her like a princess and wanted to save the queen treatment for his future girlfriend. She admired her daddy a lot, and was so proud of his job. At school, on father's day, she was always putting so much effort into memorizing poems for him, and doing little gifts for him, too. König kept every single one of her heartfelt gifts into his room, close to his heart.

He also kept a photo of Ella inside the front pocket of his military gear, close to his heart, so that way Ella was with him when he was out for his missions.

Ella grew to be the most important little woman for König, and he managed to find enough time for her, combining it perfectly with his duties.

One day, he surprised her by picking her up at school. He just got off from work, and was still wearing his full gear.

Many moms were outside the school, waiting for their own children. Meanwhile, though, he was getting a little too much attention while waiting for Ella to get out of school. Which made him feel a bit… awkward.

“My goodness, he’s so tall!” one mom whispered to another. “And look at those muscles!”

“He’s handsome!” another joined the chat. “Oh, to be his wife…”

König could hear them even though they tried to be subtle about it. They weren’t. Mothers left and right, eager to know more about that tall and muscular soldier. Craving to know his name, his age, his relationship status, and more.

He wasn’t wearing his hood, either, and he felt naked without it. His nerves were tense, his anxiety growing by the minute. He’s suffered a lot, struggling with anxiety throughout his life. The military has helped him a lot, since he would lash out and free himself from it, especially when he was in the field. But in situations like this, he struggled to keep it together and calm the hell down.

And his anxiety rose when one of those predator mommies, a younger one, approached him, «Are you waiting for your kid?» she asked, a hint of flirt in her voice.

«My daughter, yes.» he replied, looking down before his eyes returned on the school gates. The woman was very pretty, König couldn’t contain his subtle blush. He felt like an idiot. Was he making a fool out of himself? A strong and tall soldier such as himself… blushing due to a conversation?!

«What’s her name?» the young woman asked, taking a step closer to him, noticing his cheeks colored of a light pink.

«Ella.» he simply said. He looked at her now, finally, and with a soft smile on his face. But his voice cracked a little as he asked: «What about you?»

«I’m waiting for my son, Caleb.» she answered, seemingly confident. «I think they’re in the same class, too.»

The flirtatious tone in her voice intrigued König undeniably, causing him to blush more. He looked at the young woman, smiling at her. Maybe… maybe this could be the start of something?

Just then, their kids got out from school and ran toward them.

And Ella was crying.

König didn’t waste any time to run toward his daughter, despite it was supposed to be a surprise. He ruined it, but he hated seeing his daughter crying.

As soon as she saw him, Ella jumped into his embrace, holding him tightly while crying on his dad’s shoulder. Now, of happiness.

Usually, when her daddy wasn’t home, she stayed with her grandma. But it was nothing like when she was with König. He brought out her brightest smile, and she was able to bring the best out of him.

«Ella, mein Schatz (my love/honey)…» König whispered, kissing her cheek and picking her up in his arms. «Why are you crying?»

Ella wiped her tears when he picked her up, trying to stop herself from crying. «Ein Junge warf einen Ball nach mir und er traf mich im Gesicht (A boy threw a ball at me and hit me in the face ? )!» she said, pointing at the bruise forming on her forehead.

«Oh, my princess…» König whispered, kissing the bruised spot while caressing her hair. «Wer war das? (Who was it?)»

Ella pointed at a little boy running toward her mom. And her mom was the young lady he was talking to earlier. No need to say that König never spoke to that woman again, after their discussion because of his son’s bad manners, since he didn’t want to apologize to Ella.

No one could treat his little princess like that. He didn’t allow it.

As the day passed and dinner was served and eaten, Ella and Jasmine were creating such a strong bond, and the little girl grew to like Jasmine more and more. She liked her a lot, and she always thought Jas looked extremely pretty, and her personality made her even prettier. She wasn't very tall, but that didn't matter. She was young, around 23 years old, and Ella aspired to be as pretty as her when she'd grow up.

Knowing that Ella saw her as an example filled Jasmine's heart with pride for herself and adoration for that little angel. She's never really seen herself as someone a child would aspire to be like... but now that Ella told her «I want to be as pretty as you when I grow up!», her heart melted.

«You're the prettiest girl ever already, Ella!» Jasmine kissed the top of her head, smiling warmly.

«Daddy always tells me that, too.» Ella giggled, her smile contagious.

«Because it's true.» Jasmine said, continuing to braid Ella's long and blonde hair like she asked her to.

There was some silence after that, as Jasmine kept braiding Ella's hair and she watched a cartoon on the TV. And then, the little girl broke that silence with a sudden question: «Do you think daddy will come home soon?»

Jasmine wasn’t prepared to hear such a question. Nor did she know how to respond. She took a deep breath, finished braiding Ella’s hair and turned the little girl to face her. «Of course he’ll come home soon, Ella. I bet he can’t wait to see his pretty princess again.»

She tried to reassure her with a warm and gentle smile, taking her small hands in hers. Ella looked down at her feet, then into Jasmine’s eyes again. «What if he’s in danger?»

Jasmine’s brows knitted into a more sad expression. It must be horrible for Ella, she thought, caring so much for her father and not knowing if he’s okay for days, weeks even, sometimes.

She sighed, hugging Ella tightly, caressing her braided hair gently. «Don’t think negatively, Ella. Your dad is a strong and fearless man, and I’m sure he isn’t in danger at all. He knows how to defend himself, especially when he thinks of you.»

Jasmine’s words had an impact on Ella, causing her eyes to fill with tears as she thought of her picture in the front pocket of König’s vest. She loved him, and the feeling was ten times stronger from König.

Jasmine hugged Ella even tighter and she slowly calmed down, relaxing into Jasmine’s hug. She found confort in her gentle embrace, finding the way she stroke her hair very relaxing.

And just like that, after several minutes, the little girl slowly fell asleep in Jasmine’s arms. She smiled at the realization, kissing the top of her head and picking her up to put her in bed.

She made sure Ella was sleeping peacefully in her purple bed, before turning the lights off and closing the door to her bedroom.

Jas then returned to the living room, turning the tv off and cleaning up a bit. After that, she remembered that König told her he was going to be away for two days, and that Jasmine was allowed to sleep in his bedroom. It was still quite strange to her, but she walked quietly toward König’s empty bedroom, and looked around: he had a king-size bed, a large tv and a big window, that overlooked the city: a nice view, especially that starry night. Photos of him and Ella were placed on his nightstand and some of the shelves, along with some gifts handcrafted by her: father’s day poems and letters, photo frames made by Ella, cute origamis and other cute things all over.

She smiled at the sight, but sighed, feeling guilty of sleeping in his room. Still, his bed looked quite comfortable…

Jasmine decided to change into something a bit more comfortable, and opened his closet, grabbing one of his oversized t-shirts and wearing it. She felt a bit guilty about it, too, but as soon as she smelled his intense scent on the shirt, she closed her eyes and imagined him putting it on.

After she changed into it, Jasmine laid on his giant bed, smelling his cologne on his sheets and pillows. Again, the fragrance of him invaded her nostrils, her mind, her thoughts… and all she could think about was how it would feel like to sleep by his side in that enormous bed of his.

All she could think about was how his arms, his muscular and strong arms would feel like tightly placed around her waist, holding her close to himself as he inhaled her scent, kissed her neck…

All she could think about was how it would feel like to properly spend a night with him. She’s never seen König without a shirt, but if he had to imagine it… his broad shoulders would’ve been just a taste of his toned chest and defined abs, as well as his strong and muscular back, well defined and large. She fantasized about him having a happy trail, and how his V lines would led her to… things she wasn’t supposed to think about!

Oh, Jasmine… little did she know her dreams and fantasies would eventually turn into reality…

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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