Shame died at the door

just for fun, i thought i'd redraw an old soapbox comic to see how much i've improved! you can read the original from 2 years ago here.

You looked out of your window, eyes fixed on the house next to yours. The mountain of a man held the heavy boxes as if they weighed nothing at all. You shouldnt be prying. Shouldn't stare at the way his big arms flex. The man wore a black cap, hiding his hair, and a black surgical mask that partially hid his face, his eyes being the only thing you could see. From up there, in your room, your tried to figure out their color. They looked light, perhaps… blue? Green? Hazel? You bit your lip, trying to shake your head away from the curious character. 

The house had been empty for so long that it was unusual to see a new neighbor next door. You lived in your small house with a roommate as you waited for the third room to get a tenant too. 

Paws tapping the floor in a hurried pace made you glance at the door. You smiled in advance, thinking about the orange tabby cat who would soon jump on your bed. The cute pink nose and green eyes saw you and immediately darted to your bed, making you giggle. The fun was short term when you heard footsteps behind. You frowned as you looked at your roommate now angrily standing at the door. 

"When are you getting rid of that rat?!" He screamed. 

"What are you talking about?!" You yelled back. 

"He keeps putting fur everywhere!" 

"And you keep putting your dirty laundry on the living room floor, not doing the dishes and smoking weed with your friends on Tuesday nights!" You snapped back. 

He scoffed before turning around and walking out. You shook your head, turning to Sneaky who looked at you with a glint in his eyes. No. You wouldn't abandon him. 

–

For Konig, it was a drastic change to move into a house. At Kortac, dorms were the norm no matter the ranks. Now that he was part of squad 141, he was allowed to his own home, as long as it wasn't too far from base. He had found the perfect house, albeit too big for a single man, but the big garden with a pool was great. He had moved all his stuff, realizing how little things he truly had. 

Rain poured outside, he walked through the house, making sure that everything was in order before slumping down on his couch to turn on his tv. It was odd to have such a moment of peace where he could indulge himself in such a normal activity. 

He sighed, feeling something twitch next to him. He blinked down before gazing again at the TV just to turn his eyes back to the couch next to him. A ball of fur sat there, looking up at him. 

"Ah… " he started, the cat's ear twitching. "Hi.." he added in a softer voice. 

The cat stretched before walking to him, climbing on his lap and rolling into a ball. 

Konig stared, slightly shocked. He turned his head trying to figure out how he possibly walked in? The two french doors were obviously open to the garden. He realized it. The cat must have been outside and searched for shelter once it started raining. 

Konig looked down at the cat on his lap, unsure of what to do. It seemed friendly. His large hand met the soft animal, petting it behind his ears. The cat purred, only spreading himself more comfortably on his lap. Konig snorted, letting the animal rest on him while he turned his attention back to the TV. 

A good hour later, a shy ring on his doorbell echoed through the house. He gently picked up the cat, smiling when he barely awoke before turning into a ball and resuming his nap on the couch. Konig grabbed a black facemask, heading for the door. He wasn't expecting the sight before him. 

A cute lady, hair wet, little droplets falling onto her shoulders, looking up with a worried expression. Your pretty soft eyes, looking up, accentuating his much larger size compared to you. 

"Hum… hi. I'm sorry to bother you sir.." you tried. He immediately noticed the slightest shake of your voice, the tiny sniffle that could have been hidden as the cold from the rain but he knew were from tears. He smiled, trying to ease your discomfort, his eyes wrinkling even though the lower part of his face was hidden. 

"Did you, happen to see a cat-?" You asked. 

Konig blinked. 

"Ah. The orange ball of fur?" He answered.

—-

You were slightly mesmerized by the green orbs of the man. It was the first time you saw him without his cap, his shoulder length brown hair half tied up in a bun. A small scar across his eyebrow. He was huge. Towering over you. His frame imposing, muscles bulking underneath the tight t-shirt. If you weren't so worried about Sneaky, you might have stepped away apologizing for even bothering him. So when he described your precious furry friend your face lit up. 

"Y-yes!" You didn't expect your voice to sound so happy. 

Something flashed in his eyes before he composed himself so fast you barely noticed it. 

"Ah.. já, he's here." You noticed now his slight accent. German perhaps? "Is it your cat?" He asked. 

"Yeah… my.. hum, roommate…" you pointed at your house, just next to his. "He, let him escape…" you said, the last word dripping sarcasm, clearly not believing the story. 

A flash of lightning eclipsed your frame before the thundering sound of the storm made you jump. You heard the man growl as he looked up at the sky before he extended a hand towards you. You shouldn't. You barely know this man. But, his eyes seemed to pull you in as your hand met his. He softly pulled you inside, the warmth of his home making you sigh. The door closed behind you, a pinch of fear running through you. 

"You're wet. I'll get a towel. You can stay until the rain calms." He smiled under the mask. "You should drink tea. You'll catch a cold." 

"I don't want to bother you…" you tried in a small voice. 

"You don't at all. But if you don't feel comfortable, I understand." He caught himself, raising his hands a bit. You thought a little bit, another fit of thunder rolling outside. Sneaky won't let you bring him home under the rain. You nodded softly. 

"Thank you sir…" 

"Konig." He corrected. You took a few seconds to think, printing his name in your mind.

"Y/N…" 

—

Konig's eyes were glued to you. You sat on the couch, the cat, Sneaky as you had told him, rolled up in your lap. He had chuckled at the name, then clenched his fists as you explained to him how he had been abandoned. Konig had seen you outside before. He knew you lived next door. He had often trailed your pretty features with his eyes but never got closer. 

He had indulged in small talk as you spoke to him. Your medic studies while you worked at a small cafe to pay for the school. You had already guessed he was in the army, seeing him arrive with his military gear once. Your amazed expression when he told you he was a colonel made something shake in him. 

It was dangerous. The way your pretty laugh seemed to be addictive. The way you curled up on his couch, mug of warm tea in hand, a blanket over your shoulders. He couldn't erase his memory of the soft blush on your cheeks when he had wrapped it around you. The rain slowly stopped, heavy gray clouds lowering the light of day in the living room. He had turned on the light, just to be able to look at you better. Cute little Hase. 

He had walked you back to your house as you held the cat in your arms. You had bid him goodbye before your roommate appeared behind you. 

"You got that shitty-" 

—

You turned to your roommate ready to cuss him out when you stopped at his expression. Wide eyed, mouth slightly agape as he was stopped in his trail. You turned back to Konig, your breath catching in your throat. The dark gaze he was throwing at your roommate made your blood run cold. Through his pretty long lashes, green piercing with a murderous look. Yes. You were sure you had witnessed a glimpse of what he could be on the battlefield. You weren't sure how you felt about it and you honestly tried not to think about it. 

Your roommate cleared his throat before walking away. You couldn't take your eyes off of Konig, his dark gaze locking on you. It was as if on cue that the lighting shone behind him, eyes shining as his frame was darkened by the bright light. You felt tiny in front of him. In front of a beast, who's hands probably murdered many men. It was a split second, a split second where you felt in the presence of someone entirely different from the soft smiles and tender eyes. It wasn't cold, it was freezing. It felt like frozen air in a deep cave, where no sun ever shone and where the damp air felt heavy. 

As soon as it came it vanished, back to the soft gaze as he held your hand in his, kissing the back of it through the mask. 

"Have a good evening Hase.." he said before walking away. 

You needed a moment to catch your breath when the door was closed, Sneaky jumping from your arms, stretching softly before going on his merry way, not once shaken by the last few minutes. 

"Who the fuck was that?" 

You blinked, turning to your roommate. 

"That's… the neighbor." You simply answered. 

"Try not to bring him here again…" he mumbled before walking away. 

After that day, you had met often with Konig. Unfortunately, since your roommate 'accidentally' let Sneaky out, the cat had managed to find various ways to actually escape to your neighbor's house. You both had explained it by the fact he probably missed his old home. Konig was absolutely thrilled to see you at his house. He was slightly worried he had scared you that first time but he made sure to draw you in again by being the softest he could. Truth be told, he wanted to keep you there in his house, where he could see you and make sure you were ok. 

He was furious when he heard that simple beginning of scolding from your roommate. He wasn't entirely sure how this had escalated so quickly but he found himself overprotective of you, only a few weeks after your official encounter. 

You, on the other side, tried to remain a step back. You truly enjoyed spending time with Konig, ending up spending time at his house everytime you tried to retrieve Sneaky from his place. You enjoyed the talking, the tea and the company. You enjoyed the small baking sessions. But something always made you remain at bay. That hungry terrifying look on his face when you held the brownie tray up to him as he was answering a work call. The way he brushed a strand of hair from your face with a look that made you freeze on the spot. The black facemask stayed on. It did. 

You had sauntered away upstairs once, looking for something in the upstairs bathroom when something caught your eye, draped on top of what seemed to be Konig's bed. You had stepped into the wolf's den, eyes glued to the piece of fabric. It was a mask. Roughly cut and tainted under the eye holes. The black fabric seemed to be tainted with droplets, the obviousness of what it was making your tension rise. You were about to grab it when a large hand wrapped around your wrist. 

You jumped before remaining still in his hold. He was behind you, the hulking man holding your wrist in a soft grasp, with hands you knew could probably snap it easily. 

"No.." his voice was firm, but he obviously was trying to hold back. You looked back at him, questioning. "Don't want you near that." He said firmly again. "Scheiss…" you recognized the curse he whispered under his breath. Often hearing him spur out words in German. You turned in his grasp, looking up at him. You were playing with fire. Taunting the wolf. He could hurt you. You barely knew him. Curiosity filled you, laced in between the fear. 

"Why..?" You asked. 

You didn't know if it was your soft innocent tone or gaze that made his breath hitch and quicken. But he gazed down at you hungrily again. 

"That… is dangerous Maus." He warned. 

"Dangerous?" You asked, just as innocently. He hummed in agreement. 

You looked down, biting your lip before looking back up. You wanted to ask him. Needed to. Absolutely needed to know. 

"Are you going to hurt me?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

"Never." He growled. Your skin filled with goosebumps. "That. Is for the battlefield. Not for you. It's soiled. Don't want you to touch it." He said, accent heavy on his tongue now. 

That new piece of information sent a delightful shiver through you. You weren't exactly sure why. He was clearly telling you that was the mask he wore when he was slaying his enemies. But the way he wanted to keep you safe from it, away from the bloody thing. 

"Ok.." you answered, almost out of breath. "I won't touch it. Sorry…" you added. 

"Good.." the praise made you bite your lip. 

He let go of your wrist, grabbing the hood before walking to go shove it in a big duffle bag on the ground. You held your hands behind your back, waiting for him to come back to you. He smiled down at you. 

"Come on Hase. Let's go back down, got cake for you." 

He held your hand, his other one on the small of your back, walking you out of the bedroom. He had to get you out of there before the thought of pinning you down on his bed and fucking you senseless managed to fully materialize in his brain. 

You felt a sense of safety you weren't sure was truly founded. As you sat down at the counter, eating a small piece of chocolate fudge cake, his eyes stuck to your frame. Watching you eat. His stance alone had changed since the interaction in his bedroom and you wondered why. 

"Konig..?" You called. He groaned, signaling you he was listening. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

"I won't let anything hurt you Hase.." 

His voice was deep, almost a growl, eyes back to the darkened one he had pierced your roommate with. You tried to keep your heartbeat from making you deaf. 

"Konig…" you called again. "You're a bit scary like that…" you told him honestly. 

"Don't be scared maus. I'll never hurt you." He reassured again. 

König, König, König

Nothing could do him justice, truly, especially not blurry pictures and hushed phone calls late at night

“P-Please, König,” you whimper underneath him, and somehow find the strength to shimmy your legs down and attempt to wrap them around his waist, effectively trapping him. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop, please”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” One of his hands comes down to cup your cheek, and you twist your face so you can kiss his calloused palm. A breath catches itself in his chest, and he lets out a low groan before dipping his head down into the crevice of your neck. “Do you know what you do to me, liebling, how crazy you make me? God, du bist schön” You are beautiful. And god, does he mean it. More beautiful than any sunset, any summer storm, any night sky he has ever had the privilege to see. He thinks you might be an angel. He knows, at the very least, one is envious of you

Your legs around him tighten, and he thinks for a moment he sees heaven. “Show me,” you pant and dig your nails into his back, earning a surprisingly loud moan from him. “Show me how crazy I make you, König”

His hips falter for only a moment, a concerned look flashing across his face. “Are you sure, schatz? I don’t know how much I can hold back”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to”

And there’s a set determination in your eyes, a challenge, that despite the fact that you’re already covered in a thin blanket of sweat and your thighs and calves are littered with bite marks, you still think he’ll hold back. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to. But what if that means hurting you on accident? What if it means leaving more marks than either of you are prepared to take care of? What if it means you’ll never be able to trust him the same way again?

As if sensing his hesitance, you squeeze your thighs again, forcing him to look you in the eye; and when he does, all he can see is love and trust shining in your irises and that, he thinks, no matter what happens, he never wants you look at him any differently. That if he could, he’d take a snapshot of that expression and put it in a locket to hold close to his heart. Precious, so precious. He never wants to lose it, to lose you, to ever stray so far from you that he forgets what it's like to love and be loved in return. So he does the only thing he can think of in that moment: he presses your legs down so your knees are nearly touching your ears, and sets a near back-breaking pace as he thrusts his cock into you

It’s absolutely carnal the way he grabs and pulls at you, how easy it is for him to pin you down exactly where he wants you, how he can bend and twist your body in ways you didn’t even think possible. One hand twists and pinches at your nipples, the other grips the meat of your thigh to keep in you in place, and he's sure this is what heaven must feel like. Pretty sounds fall from your lips and crash against him like a hurricane, and he's never been more thankful to be a human before this moment, basking in everything you provide him with, bottling every little noise fluttering out of you and bottling it away for safe-keeping

“König,” you cry out, shaking hands gripping onto the sheets beneath you for some sense of stability. “König, fuck, f-feels so good, so full”

His eyes roll to the back of his head, hips slapping into the back of your thighs and fingers digging into your flesh more. “Oh gott, liebe, tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me, schatz, tell me you want all of me like I want all of you”

Your fingers are nearly splitting through your skin with how tightly you’re holding onto the last few shreds of sanity, red mist dousing your bodies as evidence of your dedication and passion. He’s so pretty above you, all low growls and moans as he’s losing himself inside of you more and more, begging for just a little more. Tell me how much you love me so I feel okay about how obsessed I am with you. I’ll crack my ribcage open for you, just tell me how pretty red looks on me

“Wan’ all of you, König,” you babble underneath him, voice wobbly with tears and carnality. “Need you so bad! Please, need everything from you! Fuck me pregnant for all I fucking care, as long as it’s yours!”

It’s as though a beast takes over König's body, one he thought he kept locked away from you, far enough to never come close, hidden enough that he often forgets it’s there, claws capped and mouth muzzled as to not be tempted to listen to its growls. He isn’t sure what sends him over, whether it was hearing how desperate you are to cum or to hear you wouldn’t mind him getting you pregnant. In one swift movement, König has you sitting in his lap and is bouncing your limp body on his cock, trembling legs wrapped around his waist and heavy head leaning on his broad shoulder for support. He’s not quite gentle with you, not quite rough, just enough to let you know he’s a man on a mission to have you nice and round with his child

“Look so pretty,” he coos in your ear, the rough sound of skin slapping skin a direct [contradiction] to the tenderness in his tone. “You’d look so pretty with a big belly, yeah? Wearing my shirts and waddling around. Gonna be a good mama, aren’t you? Gonna be the best mutter to our pretty lil’ baby, hm?” His accent grows thicker and thicker the closer and closer he gets to the edge, and you find yourself squeezing down on him even more, without a thought, without a care, so long as you can milk him for every last drop. “Tell me, mama, who do you think the baby will look like more, hm? Do you think it’ll be tall as me? Have your nose? Gott, I hope it has your laugh. Tell me, mama, tell me you can’t wait to be the mutter of my child. Tell me you want to be pregnant and full with my baby. Tell me, mama, tell me, please”

“Wan’ be the mother of your child,” you manage to slur, face nestled in the crook of his neck and breathing in his musky scent as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, legs shaking the more the knot in your guts tighten. “Fuck, König, wan’ you to take care of me while I’m so pregnant I can’t do anything for myself. Wan’ you to fret over me and spoil me so our baby comes out happy and healthy”

And suddenly, König is wrapping his arms around you and squeezing onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. A part of you suspects that’s true. Another part, a part you’d rather ignore, hopes it’s true

“Ich komme gleich,” his rough voice pierces your ears. I’m going to cum. “Please, schatz, ich will in dir kommen” I want to cum inside you. “Lass mich in dir kommen, bitte, ich flehe dich an” Let me cum inside of you, please, I'm begging

“Cum, liebste, cum, cum, cum, please! Fuck, I’m gonna cum with you”

Your cries mix with his whines, and, just as abruptly as it all began, you’re both spilling over each other, praises and pleas and moans and whimpers pouring over your bodies and cocooning you in warmth and safety. Though he trembles beneath you, König gently nudges your forehead off of his shoulder so he can place a gentle kiss on your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips, his cock spurting the last of his cum inside of you

Once he's sure you're both fucked out and blissful, he slides you off of his lap in order to inspect the mess on his thighs. Unsurprising to the both of you, some of his cum has managed to leak out of you, but he scoops it up and carefully slides it back into you, already half-hard at the thought of possibly fucking it back in you instead

“Do you really think I’d make a good mom?” you ask after he’s fetched you some water and a snack to nibble on. “Or was that just your way of going bareback?”

He playfully wrinkles his nose at your remark, and grins when you let out a snort. “I think you’d make the best mutter.” And his voice is so benevolent, full of so much adoration and love, that you can’t help but shyly smile up at him. He’s quick to place a chaste kiss on the crown of your head before getting up to wipe the sweat that gathered on his body, and you quickly swat at his bottom before he has a chance to dodge your hand

“What if I’m not pregnant though?”

The grin he flashes at you is such a perfect mixture of boyish and wolfish that, just for a breath, you forget what his profession is and good at it he is. “Then we’ll have to keep trying, won’t we?”

You have a funny feeling you’re going to be awfully busy for the next few months

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