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spookyghostjelly · 2 years ago

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Moonlight Sonata - Falk Maria Schlegel x F!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, 3k words of smut, pnv sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Author’s note: it’s my first time actually finishing something and posting, please be gentle! On this note, I hope you like it

It's enticing really, the faint melancholic notes lingering in the cold air of the night. You've been sitting and listening for a few minutes now, wondering if your sleep-addled brain was conjuring the melody, but now that you were wide awake, you could tell this was no dream, someone was definitely playing the church's organ.

Sitting up in bed, you simply kept on listening mindlessly for a while longer. You noticed the player certainly knew their way around the instrument and the complex melody was strangely haunting yet captivating. As you let yourself sway to the moody notes, you wondered if perhaps you should go wake Father Attila and warn him someone was in the church at such a late hour… But then again, the chances of it being a trespasser were practically nonexistent, and you'd feel terribly embarrassed for waking him up in the middle of the night if it was nothing worth worrying about. After a few more minutes of pondering, you decided to go check yourself, if you sneaked in, maybe you could find out who was playing, and the mystery would be solved without anyone else having to wake up at such a late hour. Determined, you slipped on a robe and a pair of fluffy socks, they would keep steps as quiet as possible, and slipped out into the corridor. It's cold and empty, and you can't stop the shiver that runs through you as you make your way to the church. The music creates an eerie atmosphere that you know should make you feel uneasy. But, somehow, despite the nervousness of the unknown, you feel mainly curiosity. Your mind gets lost in the possibilities of who the player could be, and only a moment later, you realize you are already standing in front of the church’s heavy wooden doors. Your heart is now thumping in your chest, and you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm it down. It had to be someone you know, you think to yourself. With one last steadying breath, you lay your hands on the cold metal handles and, as quietly as possible, you push the doors open just wide enough for you to slip in. Once inside, the sound of the organ bounces off the walls of the empty church. It's so loud, it's as though each note resounds deep in your bones. From your spot, you can see the faint outline of someone on the gallery, their swaying shape outlined by the light of the moon coming in through the stained glass. It's still impossible to tell who it is however, so you carefully inch towards the stairs leading to the gallery. So far, the sound had covered any sound you could've made, the stone walls and steps surrounding you effectively keeping you out of the player's view, yet you felt as though you still needed to stay as silent as possible. Climbing the stairs in the dark feels like it takes forever, and the organ getting even louder has a chill running down your spine for reasons you cannot quite fathom. As you finally reach the top, you take another deep breath to steady yourself, before peeking your head out of the archway. The player is still facing away from you, but from this close, you could see him much clearer. It was a shape you'd become quite familiar with as of late and seeing him made you feel relieved, yet your heart did not slow down. Just as you were wondering why he was here playing at such an hour, the music stopped abruptly. The sudden silence was jarring compared to the previously anguished notes filling the air and you unconsciously held your breath. You watched as the man slowly turned his head, peering behind him from the corner of his eyes. You choose this moment to come out of the archway.

"Father Falk, I-I'm so sorry I did not mean-" you stutter out but stop as he fully turns to you.

His face is bathed in the colorful lights of the stained glass, and a soft smile graces his lips. His intact face paint tells you he probably did not go to sleep at all. Breathtaking, is the first word coming to your mind, but you quickly brush the thought away, wringing your hands nervously.

"Sister, please don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong.” he says gently. “I did not wake you up, did I?”

His eyes wander down your body slightly and you blush, feeling a little self-conscious about the plush robe you'd put on before leaving.

"Oh, it’s fine, please don’t worry about me, Father. I just thought I heard someone playing, so I came to check..." you trailed off.

"My, my aren’t you a brave Mäuschen" he chuckles playfully. "Please forgive me for waking you up Sister," he adds.

The nickname makes your heart flutter, but you try your best to hide it. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, what would Father Falk think of you?

“Would you like me to show you?” he asks suddenly, gesturing towards the black and white keys.

“Oh… I’m afraid I do not have the musical talent that you have, Father,” you manage out.

“Nonsense, come,” he quickly answers, extending his hand for you to take.

You stare at the long nimble fingers for a few seconds, then your eyes travel to the small wooden bench he is currently sitting on. Sensing your hesitation, you can see the beginning of a smirk cross his lips as he pats his left thigh with his other hand. You blush furiously but despite your common sense, you slowly reach for his hand. He grabs it before it can reach him however and in an instant, you find yourself perched on his lap, trapped between his body and the organ, his face merely inches from yours. Despite the darkness, you can’t help but notice the light hazel of his eyes and the subtle, playful sparkle within them.

“Father! Isn’t this-” you gasp.

“Shush Engel” he cuts you softly. Your cheeks are burning so hard, you feel like your entire face has to be a deep shade of red. “Indulge me” he whispers, his lips close to your ear.

You try to suppress the shiver running through you at his hushed tone, but his faint smirk tells you that you did not quite succeed.

“Now pay attention to my fingers.” He orders gently.

You do as he says; your eyes going to his long fingers, your mind however struggles to focus as he resumes playing. Your ears barely register the music, focusing instead on his breath so close to your ear. You feel your own breath accelerating and so does your heart, so much so you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel it. His fingers move elegantly on the keys and his body sways slightly behind you, but you can’t help but feel tense. Clearly Father only meant to show you how he plays, so why did you have to feel so flustered? Why did your own thoughts feel so impure? You shouldn’t be enjoying the warmth of his body against yours so much right? Your mind is so busy worrying that you didn’t even notice he had stopped playing until one of his hands came to rest just above your knee.

“Sister, are you alright?” he asks, and his lips are so terribly close to your ears, you can’t help but lean into him a little more. “You seem awfully tense.”

“Y-yes, I am alright Father” You internally curse your stuttering.

Suddenly, you feel his other hand brushing your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. You inhale sharply and just as you’re about to turn to look at him, you feel his lips trailing down the now bare column of your neck.

“F-Father?”

“Yes Sister?”

“What… I-Is this ok?” is the only thing you manage to squeak out.

He inhales deeply from his spot in your neck.

“Is what ok Maus?”

You feel the curl of his lips. Was he teasing you? Before you can think about it any further, you feel his teeth nipping at the skin, which has you gasping. Your heart thunders, and you feel as if it could jump out of your chest right at any moment.

“Do you like this?” He whispers as he keeps nipping and brushing his lips to your neck.

Was this a trap? What were you supposed to answer? Was he testing you perhaps? The hand on your thigh slowly rose.

“I- Father Falk- I’m… I should-” you were nearly panicking, why was he tempting you so?

“Do not be afraid, you can tell me the truth.” He commanded.

You gulped as you tried to calm down and simply nodded, incapable of voicing it, but he pulls away and seizes your chin lightly to face him.

“Use words.”

“Yes” you breathed out as your eyes scrambled to look anywhere else but his face.

Finally, his lips landed on yours and all coherent thoughts left you. You can’t help the slight hum leaving you, his kiss is soft at first but quickly turns needy and desperate as his tongue demands entrance, which you grant readily. Both his hands now maneuver you to straddle his lap before resting on your hips and your own land on his chest.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for this sister,” he says once he pulls back to let you breathe.

Your wide eyes found his. He had been waiting for this? However, once more, he does not give you much time to compute what he just said as his hand slowly goes to untie your robe. Your lips part as you watch him, entranced by the movement of his fingers as they open your robe further, trailing up to your shoulders to remove it fully. Left only in your light nightgown, the cold air of the church has goosebumps flaring all over your skin.

“Will you let me have you?” He asks as his fingers pull lightly at the straps of your nightgown.

Your eyes lifted to his once more and as if to make his point, he lifted his hips ever so slightly so you could feel the growing bulge between your legs. You gasped once more, your eyes never leaving his.

“I- I never… I don’t know how to…” You hesitated.

"Let me guide you then," he insists, slowly inching the straps down your shoulders.

His eyes stay glued to your face, carefully watching every reaction he pulls out of you. You don't stop him as the straps finally fall, the top of the loose nightgown pooling at your waist. You immediately notice the way his pupils dilate and the rise and fall of his chest accelerating. At this point, you are nearly shaking in nervousness, anticipation, lust, or all these at the same time? You don't even know anymore. What you do know, however, is that you never want his touch to end. The soft feeling of his fingers lingering on your shoulders before making their way to your collarbone is enough to make you feel as though your whole body is on fire. His eyes finally leave yours as they trail down to follow the movement of his fingers.

"Beautiful" he breathes out.

You feel so vulnerable like this, naked before him, and you know your blush has probably spread down to your chest. But you did not look to see, no, instead your eyes go to the buttons of his shirt, your hands unconsciously drifting closer to them. He chuckles when he notices.

"What do you want, little one?"

"Can... Can I? Please Father"

His smile widens as he resumes his gentle stroking of your chest. The yelp that leaves you when his fingers brush your nipples makes you feel ashamed, but the pleased hum he gives is enough to make you forget about it. His touch is so light, yet it feels like sparks shooting through your whole body.

"Go ahead Maus, but call me Falk please, I wanna hear my name leaving those lips."

You nod eagerly, and his mouth is back on yours in an instant. His fingers still tease you as you fumble to open the buttons of his shirt. It's so hard to focus when his lips and touch feel so good, it makes your stomach tighten in want. You moan into the kiss, feeling both needy and a little frustrated at the offending buttons. You pant as he pulls back, mercifully opting to help you remove his shirt, which he quickly casts aside. The lean muscles of his arms and chest are finally bared for you and he sighs as you let your hands travel across his skin. He takes this moment to grasp you behind the knees and pull you closer to him, your chest now against his and his erection pressing against your heat. The sudden pressure has you mewling softly, which you try to stifle in his neck. He tuts gently.

"Let me hear you, you sound so sweet."

He then begins to grind his hips into yours, and even if you were to try, you doubt you could stop the moans now coming from you. It felt so good, he felt so good, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your back arched, pushing further into his chest, as you felt an intense need burning down there.

"Fath- Falk..." You whined. "Please"

"What is it, little Maus?" His breath is heavy, nearly panting as he keeps rubbing against you. "Tell me what you want."

"You... I want you, please"

You don't even know how, you just know you want him in any way, around you, against you, inside you. Your brain chooses this moment to remind you you should be ashamed of such sinful thoughts but at this point, you're already too far gone to care. Especially when he groans, rolling his hips a few more times, before his hands pull at the nightgown resting at your waist. You help him lift it over your head and he discards it with his shirt. Left only in your thin white underwear, you watch with wide eyes as his fingers dip inside the waistband, creeping towards where you truly want him. You inhale sharply as he finally comes into contact with your wet folds, your eyes lifting to his.

"I've barely touched you, and yet look at you… How lovely you are Sister" he sighs, his eyes wide with what looks like adoration to you.

You barely have time to enjoy the view however as his fingers find your clit and start stroking soft circles. You keen, head falling onto his shoulder as you feel bliss like you've never felt before. It all felt so overwhelming in the most satisfying way. So many new sensations you had only ever dreamed of, you were too ashamed to even touch yourself before. Now it's like every one of your nerves is on fire as he keeps rubbing slowly. His free hand goes to your chin, lifting it gently.

"I want to see you Maus, keep your eyes on me." He orders.

You try your best to do as he says, you want to please him, desperately so, if it means he will keep doing what he is doing. Though you can't stop your eyes from rolling back, as your moans get louder and more desperate. For a second, you're worried about being too loud, the stone walls of the church echoing every single sound within it, so you bite your lips as you try to focus back on him. His thumb however goes to your bottom lip, gently prying your mouth open for him. He smirks as he pushes the finger inside your mouth, brushing against your tongue languidly. Your breathing accelerates, your heart beats wildly in your chest, but you still suck around his fingers as slowly and deliberately as you can. He rewards you with a pleased hum which has your walls clenching around nothing. The circles he is brushing get more and more insistent and you mewl around his thumb. You feel yourself quickly nearing a ledge, one you're not sure leads where. His thumb retracts with a pop.

"F-Falk I-"

You don't even have time to speak further as you suddenly tumble over the precipice. White hot pleasure floods through your body, and you quiver in his lap, head thrown back as your lips part in a silent scream. His mouth latches on your neck and in between kisses, you can hear soft praises as he keeps stroking you through your orgasm.

"My good little Maus, giving yourself to me.”

Your brain feels like mush as your glassy eyes look up in time to see him taking his wet fingers to his mouth. You flush as you watch him, completely enraptured despite your shame. Once more, you feel your cunt clenching and you buck into him.

"Need you Falk, please," you whimper pathetically.

He chuckles as his hands go to unzip his pants, finally freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his pants and underwear. You can't help but stare as a part of you wonders how it could possibly fit. Heat still pools through you at the sight though, the leaking tip, the thick veins-

"Are you ready?" He asks softly, distracting you.

"Yes... Please"

He nods and his hands go to your hips to lift you, positioning you over his length. Pushing your panties to the side, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly, he begins pulling you down. Your breath hitches as you feel him breach you, torturously slowly sheathing himself inside your heat. The stretch is initially uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and you can't help but whimper. His lips slot against yours, tongues dancing together, which serves to distract you as he keeps pushing in. The more he fills you, the more pain makes way to pleasure. He presses his forehead to yours as you both pant heavily, and you feel so overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness you’ve never known before, you were on the verge of tears and he hadn’t even begun moving yet.

"So good for me Maus, look at you, you're already taking all of me."

The hoarse whisper against your lips sends a shiver through you, and he grunts lowly when you clench around him. You notice how he is holding back for you, as you accomodate to the stretch. After a few moments though, the fingers on your hips tighten hard enough to bruise. You cry out when he lifts you up before dropping you back down on his length. His name falls out of your lips like a broken record as he keeps repeating the motion, accelerating the rhythm. Your legs are trembling now, and he begins bucking up into you as well, hitting a spot inside you that has you nearly screaming.

"Will you be mine, Maus?" He suddenly asks harshly as his lips go back to your neck, sucking bruises and biting.

"Y-yes, make me yours, please Falk!"

"Good girl" he whispers as his pace gets quicker, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

You can't even think anymore, you just focus on the feeling of him thrusting into you and his low growls against your neck. A second orgasm is quickly approaching and you hear yourself pleading incoherently. He suddenly bites harder into your neck, and that's how you come undone, convulsing and screaming out his name as you clench tightly around him. He curses then bites into your shoulder, and through the shockwaves of pleasure, you feel his cock twitch and fill you to the brim with his seed. You both stay like this for god knows how long, the sound of your strained breaths filling the church. You whine when he finally pulls out of you and tucks himself back in his pants. You can feel his cum leaking out of you and into your panties as you watch him mindlessly, feeling completely blissed out and exhausted.

"There's no way I'm letting you go now, love" he says as his hands cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

You lean into his touch and you smile sleepily. Your face has to be such a mess now, you think, but you cannot bring yourself to care.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way, Father."

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Demons are a girl’s best friend

Daryl Dixon x reader | SMUT🔞

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

Anon requested Monsterfucker!reader x Were!Daryl, with some preg and pups!

The church building was in a good state, within a gate that seemed to hold up surprisingly well against dead. It had been used to house the religious folks of the town when the problems first started and had housed many more groups for short period of time before they too moved on in search for something permanent.

The place was good, but didn’t house people anymore. Nowadays it was covered with warning signs sprayed with graffiti warding off anyone attempting to enter.

A once human man made himself at home in the place, needing a roof and walls now too with his home in the woods constantly being overrun by the dead. Except these days he no longer resembled a man. The only evidence of him ever being one was still tucked in a pocket of the old, army green bag he carried around that now held his most common clothes. Among those a leather motorcycle vest with tattered wings stitched on the back, and a wallet with the long expired ID of a blue eyed young man named Daryl Dixon.

You could handle a little rain, but the rate it was coming down now was a little too much for you.

Making your way around to find a place to hide you came across an small church.

You hated churches in the old world. Their people were never your people but now you thanked the building being empty and available to you.

The interior still kept its beautifully made details, now graffiti’d over and makeshift fabric walls hung in places. The pews had been moved for space too.

It all looked like it was used at the start as a safe house.

You were gonna stay and made sure to barricade the doors to keep unwanted guests out, dead or alive, while you slept.

Moving some pews against the doors took longer than you hoped, even when you took the closest ones.

You were tired now. Tired and ready to pass out for the night and pray the storm was over by then.

But a low growl scared you wide awake again. You just blocked your way out and didn’t check the building for walkers first. The scraping of the wood over the floor must have woken them up..

You mentally cursed at yourself for being so extremely stupid, keeping quiet to not further announce your location while you snuck off. With a hand on your hip you remembered taking off your knife belt and leave it at your bag. In the same direction the growling came from, right behind a fake wall.

“Fuck me..”

You were officially done with this world. You rounded the place to get a view of what you were dealing with while also trying to find anything that could function as a weapon, picking up a candle holder on your way and taking the candle itself off to use the iron spike at the top.

You kept low to the ground, hiding behind anything you could use as a cover. The growling had stopped and sounds of buckles undoing and items moving around had stared before the growling picked up again, now right where your bag sat. You could have sworn you heard your knife belt hit the ground and your bag scoot over the ground. It sounded heavy, so it had to be. There was nothing else there.

Now that you were thinking about your bag, you let out a sigh remembering you could have hung your dirty clothes out In the rain to at least rinse them and dry them over a fire later.

You were almost where you needed to be to get your items and enemy into view.

Just a few more steps and—

With a loud clatter the candle holder fell rom your hands at the sight of what was rummaging in your bag.

He had his head stuck in your bag, soft muffled growls sounding from it. His wrapped tail wagged happily.

You knew immediately what he was, and understood it was easier to survive while keeping the form he kept now. If it had been anyone else standing in your place they probably would have ran, but you were a little too distracted by the beast currently going through your bag with the largest hard-on you had ever seen.

Mind you, you had seen some impressive ones before, seeing monsters weren’t too rare in your area before the world went to shit, but this beast in its entirety was huge.

Probably not a city wolf.

At the clattering sound the beast pulled his head rom your bag, your dirty laundry hanging off his muzzle.

Your panties, to be precise..

Your hands were up in defeat, but your eyes kept going between his own, and the angry red cock between his legs. A string of drool hung from the corner of his mouth and your mouth spoke before your mind could stop the words from flowing.

“You know it tastes way better from the source, right?”

The beast shook the panties off his face, slobbering all over the scattered contents of your bag in the process and looking you dead in the eyes while licking his lips. A large paw moved from the floor to find his member and give it a few tugs, letting out a satisfied growl as he kept his eyes on yours.

You watched him, almost hypnotized. He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it was having on you. You could feel yourself getting wetter but never moved an inch to get closer to him where he stood over your bag and weapons.

He did look very handsome. Strong too, he could snap you in half with one hand.

“C’mere.” The hand that was touching himself before how reached out for you, precum staining the pads of his fingers.

You weren’t gonna make him ask twice and stepped closer to him and watched him stand up to his full height, ending with his chest at your eye level. The extended hand reached for your face, stopping in front of your mouth. “Clean up.”

You stared at the glistening liquid covering his paw pads before taking his hand in yours and gently licking his thumb clean, giving the pad a kiss before moving on to the next one.

While you worked you felt tugging at the waist of your pants, the button being torn off not so gently and pulling the zipper in half along with it.

“Hey, those were my good pants..” you pouted against his middle finger, lips resting against the skin but your whines were ignored as he kept tearing the fabric further and continuing with your sweater. He urged you on to continue cleaning his paw instead of moping over lost clothes. “Got spares, go on.” His muzzle was right next to your ear as he moved in to sniff at you from up close, taking in your sweet scent and let out a hum.

By the time you had his paw cleaned you were stripped bare, only remains of pant legs and boots.

The cold air hitting your skin had you shiver, now really feeling how wet you were getting.

With both hands available again you were grabbed by the hips and manhandled onto one of the wooden pews, ass right on the edge and legs held wide open. “Be’er from’e source, hm?”

The anticipation was killing you, reaching for the long tufts of fur on his head and pulling his muzzle against you.

With his nose pressed against your clit he let out a growl at your hair pulling, which you took note of and tucked the info away for later.

A large claw came to rest on either of your thighs and the rough surface of a huge tongue slid across your lips. With a little prying and prodding your hips jerked at the sudden intrusion, feeling his tongue slip deep inside while his jaws opened wide enough to wrap around your lower end. He was holding you up now as he shoved his tongue in and out of you, making sure to not break your skin on his fangs.

His rough ministrations had you moaning in mere seconds. "Fuckk, you know what you're doing, huh.." your hands found purchase at the base of his ears, rubbing the thin flesh between your fingers and pulled a moan from the beast between your legs that vibrated deep inside of you.

You felt his tongue brush against your most sensitive spot, making your grasp on his ears tighten and pulling another whine from him. It made your walls clench around him, signaling you were close.

"Keep going.. please.." You tugged softly on his ears, moving your hands into his long fur and pull at it hard to make him let out those vibrating growls two, three times before squeezing your walls tight around his tongue as you tipped over the edge. You slumped against the wooden bench and let go of his fur, watching him pull away from you slowly, sitting on his haunches in front of you and going back to paw at his cock and lick his lips.

"Now you." His mouth formed a wide grin as he moved himself to sit on the wooden pew next to you, moving to pull you to your knees in front of him. "Go on."

You stared at the large member in front of your face, trying to find the easiest approach to get this done.

You started off with simple licks to get a taste, all the way from the base up to the tip before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently. You had to keep your jaw wide open to fit only his tip inside and almost gagged on him already.

"Ahhw.." Two padded fingers stroked your hair, his claws never touching your skin. The fingers moved to the back of your head and pressed, shoving himself all the way against the back of your throat causing you to gag and pull back. You coughed while he let out a laugh. "S'rry.." the chuckle in his voice was a clear sign he didn't mean it in the slightest but you let it slip.

You cleared your throat and moved to get back to work but were stopped by a pointed claw against the chest.

"Wha, huh? I thought you wanted me to return the favor?" You stayed seated before him and watched him move off the pew and onto his knees in front of you.

“S’fine.” His mind wandered, looking you up and down to take in your details, taking in your scent that was almost addictive. He took both your hands and placed them on his cock for you to play with before his hands found your head and pulled you closer, his nose pressed against yours. After a short moment his head tilted slightly, for a quick moment resembling an adorable confused dog before his mouth opened and he licked across your mouth. A broad stripe from cheek to cheek that had you involuntarily smile in response, barely parting your lips but just far enough for him to prod his tongue in between.

Your hands worked as best as they could on his length while the again fucked your mouth, this time without making you gag on him. You wanted to kiss back, but swirling your tongue around his was the best you could do for now until he stopped and pulled away again.

He looked around the place, towards your bag and bedroll. “Tha’ soft?” His paw was pointed at the rolled up thick fabric attached to your bag and got a confused yes that lead to him going to fetch it and lay it out on the ground. “Go ahead.”

“You want me to go lay down?” He nodded and you made your way down on the soft bedding. “Hmhmm, no fur. Cold floor, s’bad.” He followed your movements with his own, ending up hovering above you. His paw lifted and moved down to your core, mimicking the motions he remembered from his days as a human but stopping right above you. You followed his gaze down and saw him stare at his hand. Instead of asking him what was wrong you took two of his fingers and pressed them to your clit, carefully moving them around making you jerk up your hips in excitement. “Like that, jus the pads. S’good..”a The roughness of his fingers was a welcome feeling and you saw the tense energy leave your companion too now that he was pleasing you properly.

You reached out for him but your hands couldn’t make it all the way down to his cock. Instead they found purchase in the shorter fur of his chest, kneading the soft muscle underneath. Light scratches and squeezes made him purr above you, joining your mewls.

“Want it in, tha’ okay?” He was nuzzling your neck as he lowered himself to lay on top of you, grumbling something as he couldn’t get comfortable.

“Get comfortable.” You moved yourself up on your elbows. “We’ll make it work, big guy.”

He was sitting on his haunches and looked between the two of you before moving to lower him to his knees, his back paws stretched underneath him so his crotch was lower to the ground. With a satisfied nod he took your hips in his hands and pulled you up against him, hips in his lap with your legs spread and shoulders still on the soft bedding beneath you. “This good?” His deep voice was comforting, making sure you were okay.

“I’m good, puppy. Don’t worry about me.” You reached your hand down to pat his thigh. “I’ll make myself known if if hurts.”

Ears perked up at being called a puppy. He wasn’t a puppy, he was a monster. Did you really feel like he wasn’t s threat? You did invite him to do this to you without hesitation after all.

You intrigued him from the moment you spoke your first words to him. And it didn’t help he found you incredibly attractive. He could have easily used you for his pleasure and snap your neck afterwards but he felt drawn to you. He had to think of a way to ask you to stay after the storm passed.

He kept one hand on your hip to keep you steady as the other one moved to rub his tip between your folds, gathering slick before pressing in the tiniest bit. He watched you like a hawk for any signs of discomfort, stopping at even the smallest grimace as he stretched you further than anyone ever had.

And hurt it did, but your constant reassuring had him slowly continue to rut his hips into you, pushing further in inch by inch.

“You hurt.” A rough paw wiped away a tear on your cheek and stopped moving again.

“I’m fine, you’re just so big, baby..” You added a little wiggle of your hips at the end of your sentence to add extra reassurance.

Gods, the compliments you gave him went straight through him, urging him on to keep going until his legs gave out. But he knew better and kept up with your body’s limits. It’s why it took him a while to be fully sheathed inside of you with his knot pressing snug against your lips.

Tongue was lolled out of his mouth by now and you were breathing heavy but smiling, your hand moving to poke at your stomach that showed how deep he was buried. “Fuck, that’s insane. Hot though.” You squeezed around his length, telling him to start moving and he did, slow thrusts at first that had you whine with the slight discomfort.

The feeling quickly faded and turned into pleasure, leaving you a moaning mess in his lap until he pulled out and moved you onto your stomach.

You audibly complained at the loss of contact but almost screamed when he crawled over you to pull your hips up and shove himself inside again, one quick move to be buried entirely.

Immediately his muzzle was buried in your neck again, lapping and sniffing, mumbling from time to time as well as he kept rutting into you. “Hmhmm smell so sweet,” he lapped at your ear, your jaw and your neck before licking right down your spine and pressing his nose to your skin. “Smell good for breeding..”

You moaned underneath him, barely registering his words. “Whatever you want baby, just keep doing what you’re doing.” You tried to reach for him but you had no strength left in your body. With your face against the floor you didn’t see him raise his brows in interest. He thought of pulling out before he came, earlier. Shoving himself down your throat and make you swallow it all but that quickly changed to doing exactly as he said.

One of his hands on your hips moved to rub his pads over your clit, making you moan out loud. Your clenching signaled him you were close and set a pace to work himself towards the end as well.

Your moans and whines were music to his ears, you sounded so pretty. He could barely contain himself already and then with a long drawn out cry you came around his cock, squeezing you walls and making him howl.

A deep, rumbling howl as he thrusted deep into you, taking two or three tries to shove his knot past your lips and finishing deep inside you.

The extra stretch hurt like a bitch, but it was so worth the pain.you got to spend the night with a gorgeous creature and cuddle with him too for the time it took his knot to deflate.

“Ya okay?” He was back to lapping at your cheek and nuzzling you affectionately.

“Hmm yeah, all good.” You nodded and moved a hand to pet his head, rubbing your fingers over his ear again to earn a soft hum. “M’happy.”

He held your hip in one hand and your chest against his in the other and moved to lay down with you, getting you positioned right so you wouldn’t be hurting.

You were resting on his stomach, head on his chest as you began to wonder. “Hey, do you have a name?”

His large paws came to rest on your back, mindlessly drawing figures on your skin. “Yeah. M’Daryl.”

You played with his long fur and smiled, giving him your name in return. “Well, goodnight, Daryl.”

Weeks passed after that night and a lot happened in you’re the small church that had become your home after the stormy night.

It was only a couple days later that you found out Daryl had in fact done what he promised and had knocked you up. A week later you woke up from your sleep in pain, crying into Daryl’s chest as he held you, unsure what to do against the pains of your body changing to carry his pups. You slept through the entire next day while Daryl hunted for food and brought back some fish in the meantime.

You had just finished eating and sat in one of the pews staring at your stomach. That night spent in pain resulted in what you could only describe as canine teats, small nubs on your belly that had started to round out by now.

When Daryl saw them in the morning after you both passed out he was beyond excited. You had asked him what it meant and got scared by accident when he told you “puppies, many.”.

You weren’t against the idea of pups at all, you were excited even, but the many part was what had you feeling scared. Daryl made sure to comfort and ensure you everything was going to be okay.

And he was right. At almost three months you could barely walk, but you were doing totally fine.

Daryl wasn’t enjoying the fact that he had to leave you alone to go hunt, but you needed food now more than before. To his luck he found a deer that would feed you at least until the pups arrived if you rationed it well, so he didn’t have to leave your side again.

Daryl made it clear he was enjoying you a lot in your current state, resting his head against your belly and purring, speaking soft words while he thinks you sleep. Words of love and adoration, sometimes of worry, but those never linger.

At each and every mewl of being uncomfortable he’d be on you for comfort, be it carefully kneading your muscles, holding your belly to relief some weight or lap wt your sore breasts. He’d happily take any leaked milk as thanks for the care.

It was the middle of the day, you were relaxing in a beam of sunlight that came through the stained glass windows and painted you in many colors.

“Daryl?” You had been feeling uncomfortable ever since you woke up the day before but it had gotten way worse all of a sudden. Tightening muscles had you double over in moments, suddenly feeling weight shift low inside of you. He was on you the second his name left your lips, feeling around your stomach and up your skirt before stopping and pulling his hand away. “You feel and talk. Can’t touch ya, claws..” he wiggled his fingers in your view before helping you back onto the nest you built in preparation for this, needing to stop every few steps because of the contractions. “Ya good? M’sorry t’hurts.”

You could only nod and hold onto your painful belly as you sat against the stuffed bags, breathing through contractions while Daryl unwrapped your skirt and took your hand, trying to place it between your legs but your belly made it almost impossible to reach. “Just leave it be, we got this.” You tried to sound convincing but it was clear the nerves had kicked in.

“Strong momma, you.” His muzzle nudged the underside of your belly as he inspected your progress as best as he could, trying to spread your lips with just the pads of his fingers and feeling them bulge outward with each of your cries. “You see anything?” You managed to ask between deep breaths, getting an eager nod in response. “Snout. Good work.” A soft pat on your thigh added to the compliment.

Daryl watched you work, his large hands holding your thighs spread until one moved to cradle your first pup’s head. “Bit more, then a break.”

You huffed at his comment, but pushed hard to get your first child out of you, groaning in relief as you felt it slip out entirely.

“Good momma.” Daryl laid the pup down between his arms and started to clean as you caught your breath before the second pup made itself known. You wanted to see so bad, but you never got the time to look as the second one came a lot quicker than the first. It hurt less but still took effort, listening to Daryl’s short updates and commands and feeling his hands move around you between pushes.

The sun had gotten down by the time you were all done. You were on fresh sheets instead of laying in the soaked ones from before and all your puppies were laying comfortably against your skin, squeaking softly as they were suckling away. Four little creatures, cleaned up by Daryl the second they were out of you.

And Daryl? He was curled up in front of you, watching the most beautiful scene he had ever witnessed. He stared at the puppies, up your figure and to your face, where he found you staring right at him. “They’re so small,” he watched your hand reach of the pups and pet its head. “so weird, seeing how big you are.”

A low rumbling laugh left him as his hand joined yours, softly running a knuckle along the back of the pup. “No worries, momma.” He moved to stretch and lay down even closer, his nose an inch from your chest where the first pup nursed, and his tail resting over your legs. “Lil’ ones grow big fast.”

He couldn’t do anything but stare, feeling his mind wander to the days of chasing the pups through the woods behind the church and teaching them how to hunt while you foraged. But he also admitted to himself he enjoyed being inside with you while you carried his children. He quickly told himself off, not allowing himself to even think about asking you for the next few months. The two of you first needed to figure out being parents in this new world.

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darkdreamersworld · 3 years ago

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Ok, but listen:

I just really want a german metal band (mix of Powerwolf and Motörhead) to form around a fierce Eddie Munson impersonator, my bf joining them with his sick bass skills and eventually tell my 13 year old self that I managed to f*ck both the lead guitarist and the bassist. That’s it – life goal.

Too much to ask for?!

#stranger things #eddie munson #heavy metal #metal #music #lead guitarist #bassist #eddie #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #fantasy #groupie #powerwolf #motörhead #stranger things fandom

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iholli · 11 months ago

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fkcisndksjsn I was gonna respond as an ask but Tumblr is being mean to my phone rn + I realized I am gonna talk way too much gkdggjchbkjv

it's so true !!!! I haven't seen Mad Max (nobody tell my bestie they'll consider it a cardinal sin) but watching the trailer I fr thought it was gonna be a Mad Max Collab ???? I'm still so confused why it's not, I don't mind Fallout at all, it's just so odd !! but they made this season just for you, omg, Metallica and all 😂👏

AWWDXJENDKJSHS SHAKES UR HAND !!!!! superheroes as a general thing have been like, my entire life, even though I watch more stuff than I read comics, but both are cool for me >:3c

HAWKEYE IS A BASED ANSWER. dude rocks and my god, what a MOOD. I absolutely loved the Hawkeye show + it seems like he's sooooo funny in the comics too. I kind of want to pick up the comic the show is based on, when I can afford to do so, it looks like a lot of fun ???

IRON MAN !!! I still remember seeing the movie in theaters. what an awesome character !!! I've really enjoyed seeing him grow over the years of watching the movies and I sooo get why people like him sm.

omg,,,,,,, fellow Gambit enjoyer,,,,,,,,,,, how do u only keep getting cooler,,,,,,,, that favs list alone, you are definitely gonna enjoy 97 methinks. I'm rewatching it rn since I just finished the og show [only got into X-Men this year thanks to my brother] and it's just SO good. I mean, one emotional gut punch after the other, but what a masterpiece 😭👏 [plus as a comics reader you'll,,, more likely be prepared for the pain] oooo, you're like, the fourth person to recommend Evolution, I really gotta check it out :0 !! /gen

your whole favs list is super cool, omg !!!!

yeah that's totally fair !!! ooooo, those are great choices too, Ragnarok and Winter Soldier are easily the best "solo" movies for their respective characters imo and GotG is just SO good !!!

DC is totally my main dckjdndksjsn, I grew up with Batman: The Animated Series and I'm absolutely a snob about that era of DC being peak, plus the 60s Batman and Green Hornet shows !! although I'm really hopeful about DC media in the future, My Adventures with Superman has restored my faith and I'm soooo hyped about all the upcoming projects 😭😭

for DC, easily it's Martian Manhunter at number one, and Ratcatcher II! I also love Wally West Flash, Hawkgirl, Razer from Green Lantern: TAS, and The Question [Vic Sage], but there's so many good characters !! I also love love love the Justice Lords but I could probably actually talk about that for days. I think I have, somewhere on my blog, at least once.

for Marvel it's Loki at number one haha, Ant-Man [Scott Lang but Hank Pym is so great too], Captain America, Gambit, and Nightcrawler, just offhand xD both these lists could be super long if I really went down the line + I guarantee I'm forgetting some LMAOOO

OOO I don't know all those groups but from what I recognize, v good music 🫡 I listen to pretty much everything so just to pick a couple favs: Steam Powered Giraffe, which will always a special place in my heart; Ratt, OneRepublic, Mystery Skulls, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, and Powerwolf! plus electroswing and lots and lots of instrumental & lofi stuff,,, I have music playing almost 24/7,,,

okay, that's my ramble for the moment, ehe 💖💖

dkxjsndkxjs omg I definitely see why you like Megalo Don 😭👏💖 iconic fr

OOO, you like Marvel, now I'm really gonna be obnoxious >:3c

who's your favorite Avenger, who's your favorite X-Men, and do you have other favorite Marvel characters 👀

do you generally like the comics better or do you have any MCU favorites? characters or movies / shows, either way xD

have you watched X-Men 97 👀

AND do you like DC as well, or just Marvel?

also good music taste 👌👌 who's your favorite artist / band, and do you have a favorite album by them or someone else?

OOO more questions, awesome!! listen... Mad Max fuels me lmao no pun intended but when I saw the trailer for wrecked I was immediately getting MM feels and then I saw Don in game and it was all over for me! Im so happy you're also a marvel fan?!! wow you're honestly so cool rat. -reaches hand to shake- my favourite avenger is hawkeye -gets shot- I unironically like him and I have no shame. but Im also very much an iron man enjoyer. for x-men I gotta go with my boys magneto, cyclops, gambit aaaaand also a huge fan of cable! others favs are definitely ultron [my all time fav], andrew forson [super obscure character but looove him], star-lord, agent venom, crossbones, winter soldier, mysterio! I do like some of the mcu movies but the comic books are just what I have always preferred. though mcu movies I highly enjoy are guardians of the galaxy, winter soldier and thor ragnarok. I haven't watched 97 yet but I definitely need to! I grew up with the 90s animated series so 97 is A MUST! btw I can recommend xmen evolution to you if you haven't seen it, it's very fun to watch lol. I do like dc too! but I don't own nearly as many comics as I have for marvel. now I need to know your favs for marvel and also dc! my favourite musicians / bands to listen to are definitely mr kitty, hollywood undead, mind in a box, thyx, ac/dc, metallica, eisbrecher, corpse husband, perturbator, the weeknd uhh yes. hbu?

#ratkingrambles #mweheheh i gotta think of more questions this is fun #💖💖💖

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uinen-harth-estraven · 6 years ago

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Anath. (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Title: Anath

Chapter no.: 1 (kinda prologue)

Notes: Just a fanfic to fix the fucking season 8 end.Also Anath means answer.

Rating/Warnings: none,in this chapter.

Chapter’s Soundtrack: Aurora by Hans Zimmer.

Summary: Every new pope learned that the antichrist would be born by spirit and human,they didn’t know when,no one did.When Michael was born,at the same time a daughter of Christ was born too.No one knew that both of them had the same purpose or that the one was the soulmate of the other.

From the moment you are born,you’re alone.Your parents help you grow,teach you what is right,what is wrong,wish you happiness and all the goods.And one day you find that special person who’ll choose to be with you until the end.But not to me..My father used to see those crazy dreams that showed him his child will fulfil God’s wish of rebuilding the world.Of course he didn’t understand what it meant at the time,then came the news from my mother that she was pregnant.They couldn’t be more happy,that night..that night changed my father’s life.He was sitting in the living room,reading a book while my mother was sleeping,when he heard footsteps.Alarmed he stands to see what is was when he saw a very tall man surrounded by light,he couldn’t see his features but he was something beautiful,as he said to me.

The man bowed his head to him,told him that his baby is a girl and God wants her for his plan for all humanity.My father couldn’t believe what he saw,heard,but before he could ask the man told him that the night his daughter is to be born,at the same time an Antichrist will be born.A boy fit for his daughter,that will help her and she will help him from the very beginning to the end of their lives,for the recreation of the worlds there must be perfect balance between sacred and sacrilegious,heaven and hell,light and darkness.God and Satan are both at the same side for this prophecy.From the moment these kinds will be borns,their connection will be so strong,that the one will be able to sense the emotions,feelings and thoughts of the other and will be able to help eachother when they’re distressed,sad etc.They’ll be basically soulmates.

My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),and I’m the daughter of Christ.From the moment I was born I had a small mark on my shoulder blade that told everyone who I was,I’m hiding it with the help of my hair.The mark is David’s star,since I was little I always liked it.My life as a kid was..well like any other kid’s,full of laughter,games and love.When I became 17 years old,the strange dreams started,like the ones my dad used to see.Dreams full of beautiful people,telling me that I was doing great,though I didn’t know what it was that I did great.With the dreams also started those feelings that weren’t mine..I could feel love and hate at the same time,sadness and also sometimes pain.And so,whenever I felt like that I would go to my parents,let them know and they would help me feel loved and happy,we would say jokes to eachother,or we would paint together,just to calm me down and therefore my soulmate.

After a year,my dreams changed.I always saw a boy around my age,I could never make out his face..he would always come sit beside me,and raise a few hair from the side of his head to show me his mark,the beast’s mark..as they call it.I couldn’t see his face,when I was making a move to see him,my dream would end and I would wake up in the middle of the night,with the feeling of longing and the phrase “it’s not the time” in my mind.

Days passed usually normal,except of course from the many mood swings due to my soulmate’s emotions that I would try to keep in control for him and for me.I was never one of the church..to think I’m Christ’s daughter I would..but I only go when it’s Christmas or Easter and of course when I feel the need to be there.When I wasn’t at school I was all day in my room,reading books while listening to metal..Powerwolf to be exact.It is weird,but that’s me.

One night I couldn’t sleep,I had a sudden need to read the Bible.So I did exactly that,I was reading and reading until I felt sleepy.Once again I saw the same dream,the boy showing me his mark,but this time when I tried to see his face I didn’t wake up..and his face turned to look at me and I saw the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,when I saw his eyes I heard a choir saying a name,his name..

“Michael.”

#snake's fanfic.#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #ahs apocalypse #ahs #american horror story #cody fern

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 months ago

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The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello hello! And welcome to the third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Sorry it took me so long to finally finish this one, I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've rewritten this, but we did it! It's finished! I would love to know what you guys think, so please feel free to comment below! Thank you so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, age gap (Charles is in his mid-late 40's, Reader is in her early-mid twenties), sacrilegious themes, misuse of religious ceremonies, not a whole lot of plot, praise, size kink, fingering, biting, marking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, confession, aftercare, if I missed any please let me know!

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You examined every nameplate you encountered as you wandered the Abbey’s darkened hallways. Despite living here for a few months, you found yourself getting horrifically lost as soon as the sun went down, every stretching shadow and darkened corridor causing your sense of direction to go haywire. Usually, you wouldn't stray too far from your dorm, especially at this hour. But tonight was a bit of a different story.

You held a thick piece of cardstock in your hands, flipping the maroon-colored paper between your fingers as you walked. You found a letter taped outside your door upon returning from your duties. Upon further inspection, you learned that you were being invited to become a fully inducted member of the church. A process that you were excited to partake in but still left you with a feeling of anxiety bubbling up in your stomach nonetheless. The letter highlighted that you were welcome to pick a mentor for the occasion; whether that be a fellow sibling or a superior was entirely up to you. Everyone you had met around the Abbey had been incredibly kind and welcoming, but you weren't sure if they were the right people to ask about this. You paused as you finally found the door you had been searching for. ‘Father Charles Greywolf’ printed neatly on the bronze nameplate that sat at eye level. You reached out, hesitating momentarily before timidly knocking on the dark wooden door. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest, a nagging thought in the back of your head making you wonder if this was all a mistake. Given how busy he was, you weren't even positive he was here, let alone if he would be willing to take on such a task. Maybe you should just turn around and head back; you could always make it around the corner, and no one would know–

The door opens, and any doubts you had were immediately swept away when you met Charles's warm gaze. “Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?” He chuckles, opening the door wider to invite you inside, bowing slightly as he motions you to enter. “Come in, Engel.” He studies you curiously, unable to tear his eyes away from your much smaller form as you dart past him. He can't help but breathe out a chuckle as he watches you timidly look around the room, finding the sight rather cute. His office was warm; a fire crackled happily in the fireplace, the lazy, romantic sound of some big band ensemble drifted from his record player. “It's late.” He remarks simply, laughing softly when he notices how his voice makes you jump slightly. He takes a couple of long, slow strides towards you, your head having to tilt back in order to meet his eyes. Your breath hitches as he wraps your delicate hand in one of his massive paws. “Is everything alright, Schwester? You seem tense.”

“I just have a lot on my mind… figured it wouldn't hurt to take a walk.” You respond with a soft smile; one Charles meets with his own. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter.

“Forgive me; I didn’t mean to pry.” He gently takes your chin in his hand, carefully tilting your face in order to have your eyes meet his. “It’s important to me that you're safe, that's all.” His thumb ghosts over your cheek, carefully tracing over your features for a moment before releasing you. “Please,” he motions to one of the plush chairs at his desk, “make yourself comfortable.” He wordlessly prepares tea for the two of you. The sight of him so gently handling the delicate china starkly contrasts his firm, hulking appearance. You notice him glance at you, your gaze snapping forward, when you realize you had been caught staring. “Now,” he starts, returning to his desk as he waits for the kettle to boil, “what can I help you with tonight, my dear?”

You hold up the card that had been left outside your room, a quiet ‘oh’ slipping past his lips as you set it on the desk in front of him. “This was at my door when I arrived home.” You explain simply; you could tell from his amused expression that he already knows what this could be about. “I was hoping I could ask you to be my mentor if you aren't too busy?” You ask, your eyes slipping away from his gaze, your cheeks growing warm now that you finally spoke the question aloud.

“I would be honored, Schwester.” He responds, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I'll take good care of you, don't worry.” The simple reassurance was enough to send a shiver down your spine, the sweetness in his tone unable to cover up the flicker of the flirtatious smirk that passed over his features.

He stands as the kettle begins to sing, and you can't stop your gaze from trailing after his strong form. There was something about being near him that made your heart race. He glances over at you, smiling slightly, when he catches you staring again. “I don't bite, you know,” he starts with a chuckle. “If you have any questions, you can ask them.”

You thank him softly as he hands you your teacup, “it's not necessarily a question…” you trail off, carefully tracing a finger around the porcelain. “I guess I'm just nervous about the whole process… I don't really know what it entails.”

“I see.” He nods in response. “Well, I can assure you it's a very simple ceremony, albeit a bit long.” He explains. “You shouldn't have anything to worry about, Schwester. It’s a day dedicated to you… to celebrate you… to spoil you.” you glance up, freezing when you meet his gaze. There was an unmistakable hunger under his eye's usual warmth. A fact, paired with Charles' seductive lilt, that had you squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to dull the throbbing at your core. “But, if you're still nervous, we could always do a little trial run.”

It took you a moment to find your voice, “I’d like that.” You cursed internally at the noticeable tremor in your tone.

“We could go now if you'd like.” He offers.

“Oh, I wouldn't want to keep you–”

“Please, Schwester.” He cuts you off with a chuckle, the subtle smirk that has laced its way across his features making your heart race. “If anything, I should be apologizing for selfishly wanting you all to myself at such a late hour.” Your teacup clatters slightly as you place it on its saucer a little too hard, your skin burning as you struggle to steady your thrumming pulse. He stands, offering you his hand. “Come,” he commands simply, “let's ease that racing mind of yours, Engel.” He tugs you gently from your seat as your hand slips into his, nestling your arm into the crook of his elbow as he leads you through the darkened halls.

The ceremony room was much warmer than you had expected, the noticeable difference in temperature hitting you like a wall as you stepped through the door. Your attention was immediately drawn to the ceremonial basin that sank into the center of the room, the edge lined with half-burned candles and empty bronze vases that awaited fresh cut flowers, the sweet scent of incense still hung in the air. “Now,” you jump slightly as Charles starts to speak, “it's essential, on the day of the ceremony, you're not to lift a finger.” He carefully brushes your hair behind your ear. “Anything you need, tell me, and I'll take care of it.” He chuckles at the sight of your flustered expression. You glance up at him, silently asking for permission to explore the room. He nods, signaling it was okay for you to look around. You slowly venture away from him, cautiously approaching the tub's edge.

“During the ceremony… Am I going to go fully underwater?” You ask, a slight nervous tremor to your tone.

“Yes, but it's very quick, I promise.” He approaches your side, his hand settling onto the curve of your waist as he pulls you closer. You stared anxiously at the bath, Charles quick to notice your apprehension. “What is it, Engel?” His deep, soothing voice rumbles from his chest.

“Nothing, just a bit nervous about that.” His thumb soothingly strokes over your hip, a soft hum passing his lips.

“It's entirely up to you… But I wouldn't be opposed to getting into the water to show you what the whole ceremony entails. It might help you relax if you know what it will feel like.” You glance up at him, a patient, reassuring expression having settled across his features.

“Can we?” The words seemed to echo off the dark stone walls despite your voice coming out barely above a whisper.

“Of course.” He responds simply. He hums pensively, glancing in between you and the tub. “Here, you'll catch your death wandering around in wet clothes afterward.” He chuckles. You glance at him, curious as to what he had in mind. He shrugs out of his jacket; you cannot stop yourself from admiring his strong, broad shoulders. You found yourself in this position a lot more frequently than you cared to admit. Whether Charles was leading Mass or instructing one of your classes, your mind always seemed to wander to how his hands would feel roaming over your body and how overwhelming being crushed underneath would be. The thought alone was always enough to turn you into a flustered mess if you happened to lock eyes with the man of your affection. Your breath freezes in your lungs as you watch his fingers land on the top button of his shirt, his hands flexing under the room's low, glowing light as he carefully undoes each fastening. Nothing more than a tiny sound squeaks out of you as you struggle to find some way to respond, but you were far too focused on trailing after his fingers as they expertly remove the garment. He laughs playfully, observing you as he shrugs himself out of his shirt, your expression only growing more flustered as you were unable to stop your gaze from wandering over his body. “Is there something you'd like to say, Engel?”

You clear your throat, unable to meet his gaze, but finally able to tear your eyes away from him. “I'm afraid if I did say something, it would be far from appropriate, Father.” You admit a noticeable tremor in your tone.

“Shame,” he murmurs, “now you've got me curious about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He chuckles. Your breath catches in your throat when he takes your chin in his hand, you hadn't realized he had closed the gap separating you from him. “There's a space for you to change over there. I'm going to light some candles; make it a little easier for us to see here.” He chuckles, making you smile.

You accept the shirt, your heart racing as your fingers grab onto the soft, warm fabric. “Are you sure you don't mind?” You ask softly.

“For you, my dear,” his hand drifts from your chin to cradling your cheek, “anything.” You swallow thickly, his stormy grey eyes tracing over your features.

“Excuse me, Father.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Of course, take your time.” He smiles softly at you before releasing you from his grasp. You slip behind the privacy screen at the opposite side of the room, every so often hearing the soft fwip of Charles lighting a match. You slipped out of your clothes, your cheeks growing warm as the smell of Charles's cologne overtook your senses: a warm earthiness paired with the sweet musk of incense. You shrug into its warmth, the sleeves reaching far past your fingertips. You take your time fastening each button, your heart racing as you prepare to step out in front of him again.

The moment his eyes land on you, he can't stop the smile from settling on his lips. Charles has had his eye on you for a while. He remembers the first day you had met; it was practically burned into his memory he thought about it so often. You had slipped into the seat right in front of his lectern, one of the thin straps of your sundress slipping off your shoulders. He remembers tripping over his words and looking like a fool the first time his eyes met yours. Hearing you laugh for the first time made his heart stop, and he swore it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. Every day since then, every shy smile, every time he heard your melodic voice, he only fell for you more. Now, here you stood in front of him, dressed in nothing but one of his shirts. He'd be lying if he said the sight alone was enough to make him a bit ravenous. “Okay,” his heart pounded at the sound of the nervous tremor in your tone, and he could almost hear your pulse in your voice. “What's next?”

He holds out his hand, beckoning you closer. “Come here, Engel.” The moment your fingers ghost over his palm, he tugs you closer. “I'm going to walk you through the entire ceremony. We can stop at any time, alright?” He soothingly runs his thumb over your knuckles. You nod in response, his calm, reassuring tone only drawing you in deeper.

“You're sure this isn't too much trouble?” You ask softly.

Charles chuckles, kicking off his shoes, neatly orienting them at the edge of the steps leading down into the shallow pool. “It's no trouble at all, Schwester.” He takes a few steps into the water, allowing you to make your way in at your own pace, his hand a comforting weight in your own. You suck in a sharp breath before dipping your foot into the water, noting how smooth the stone steps felt under your bare feet. You don't miss the smirk that tugs at the corners of Charles’s lips as he watches your face scrunch up with every slight descent deeper into the basin.

“It's cold.” You remark as the water rises up your legs.

“Unfortunately, that's one thing I can’t do much about.” He responds with a playful expression, one you can't help but return. You let out a startled squeak as you slip slightly, Charles' hands wrapping around your waist to steady you. “Careful, Engel… Don't go falling for me that easily.” He teases with a wink. His arm wraps securely around your middle to keep your body pressed tightly against his, your hand resting against his chest. “We’ll be here for a little while; you should at least be comfortable.” He kneels in the water, easily lifting you from the floor to set you on his thigh. “There, now you just try and relax…” he pauses, getting lost momentarily as he studies your delicate features, “I'll handle everything.” His arm moves to support behind your shoulders, his free hand gently taking yours, his thumb soothingly tracing over the valley of your knuckles. His gaze remains locked on yours as he gently eases you back, observing for any signs of panic. He can't help but smile softly as he notices you relax into his touch, how your skin almost seemed to glow under the low candlelight, how your hair floated aimlessly through the water. “You are so beautiful, Schwester.” He whispers, making your cheeks grow warm. He releases your hand, dipping his fingers into the water to pour some over the crown of your head. The carefulness which he held you made your heart race. Charles couldn't tear his eyes off you, his expression tender with an unmistakable underlying hunger at the sight of you so vulnerably displayed in his arms before him.

Charles slips the rosary that hung around his neck over his head. He clutches the beads tightly in his hand, whispering a few words of prayer over them before easing you from the water and draping them around your neck. He places a hand over your heart, the cold bite of the metal cross making you jump slightly. “Credo in deum,” he starts in a low tone. He cups his hand, the cross still heavy against your chest as he pulls away, dipping it into the water to pour some over your head as he prays over you, “patrem omnipotentem.” Your body tenses as he lowers you a bit deeper. You grab onto his arm; you feel him stiffen under sudden contact. “Is everything okay, my Engel? Would you like to stop?”

You shake your head softly, “No… no, we can keep going.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, whether from your nerves or the cold of the water finally beginning to settle into your bones.

Charles breathes out a laugh, a soft smile finding its way to his lips. “That's my girl.” He praises you sweetly, your heart flutters at his declaration. “You can hold on to me as tightly as you need to. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise.” He whispers before returning to the slow, rhythmic motion of carefully pouring the water over you, taking extra care not to splash your face accidentally. “Creatorem caeli et terrae,” despite his low tone, his words almost seemed to echo off the walls. His deep, even cadence lulls you into a state of ease with every passing breath. “Et in Iesum Christum, filium eius unicum, Dominum nostrum,” his grip on you tightens, your body pressing flush to his. Your eyes meet his, a stormy grey that still somehow managed to hold an undeniable amount of warmth. A promise. “Qui conceptus est de spiritu sancto.” A promise to bring you as close to divinity as this mortal plain would allow.

His hand finds its way to your face; you gasp as your chin is tilted upwards. He purrs your name, a sound that causes a shiver to run down your spine. A droplet of water trails down your neck, the water ice cold against your burning skin. “I'm afraid I've found myself teetering on the edge of temptation with you, my dear.” He whispers. “Every time I'm in your presence, I can do nothing but desire you carnally.” You don't miss the growl that laces its way into his tone, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip. His lips hung just out of reach, every hot, shaky breath against your skin only further proving how greatly he struggled to restrain himself. “Will you allow me to claim you here before the eyes of God?”

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out, your mind racing as you desperately searched for any way to respond. “You want… me?”

“More than you could ever imagine, Mein Herz.” He confesses, his thumb trailing along your jaw.

“Then–” you suck in a sharp breath, struggling to steady yourself. “Here, before the eyes of God, I give myself to you.” Without another moment of hesitation, Charles’ lips crash into yours. Your body pressed flush to his, both arms keeping a strong, secure hold on your much smaller frame. You melted into him, the warmth of his skin pressing to yours, turning you into putty in his hands. The breath was knocked from your lungs as you're suddenly fully submerged beneath the water, Charles's lips still pressed fervently against yours. As quickly as you went under the water, you were pulled above it again. You separated from the kiss with a gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as Charles’ forehead came to rest against yours. His hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the water in one swift motion. He guides your legs around his waist, pulling your lips back to his as he carefully approaches the steps. The echoing of the splashing water roared through the room, your soaking forms leaving a trail of puddles in their wake as Charles carried you to the center of the room. He grabs his jacket from where it lay discarded, haphazardly draping it across the stone tile to give you something to lay on. He carefully cradles your head, his body fully encasing you in its warmth as he blankets over you.

“I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you, Schwester.” He whispers, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips.

“Charles?” He softly hums at the sound of you so sweetly saying his name.

“What is it, my darling?” He purrs.

Your heart raced as you let the confession thoughtlessly tumble from your lips. Your senses are so purely overwhelmed as his strong body presses to yours; the only barrier separating you is the thin, ice-cold fabric of the shirt that clings to your skin. “I've fallen for you, Charles Greywolf.” Despite looking ready to devour you whole, he steadies himself, allowing whatever nervous ramblings that filled your head to spill into the otherwise silent room. “Since I've met you, I…” your chest heaves with every trembling breath as you let your true feelings for him come forward. “I've wanted a night like this more than anything else.” His fingers push between yours as he pins your hand over your head, the other resting against his cheek. “Where your focus is on me… and no one else.”

He quirks an eyebrow at your final statement, a playful smirk passing over his features. “As if someone could ever pull my attention away from you.” Your cheeks grow warm at the sound of his seductive tone. He squeezes your hand, “I haven't been able to think about anyone else since the day we met, Mein Herz.” He smiles softly, chuckling at the soft squeak he hears slipping past your lips as he steals another kiss. “I want to make you feel like the most sublime creature on the face of this planet because you deserve nothing less. I'm the lucky one for being allowed to spoil you.” Hot lips trail along your jaw; you can't help but let out a soft moan as he experimentally nips at your skin. He meticulously undoes every button of the last remaining piece of clothing separating you from him, every newly revealed patch of skin getting the utmost care and attention, your sweet whimpers echoing through the room as Charles left a trail of dark possessive marks down your body, it was enough to make your head spin. He carefully guides you upwards, just enough to slip the clothing off your shoulders. He cradles your face in his hand, a tender expression in his eyes as he studies your features. Charles couldn't believe the sight before him, the woman he could only dream of revealing his true feelings for, displayed so perfectly in front of him, laying atop his clothes, bearing the mark of his teeth on your flawless skin.

He presses a palm to the inside of your thigh, coaxing your legs apart with ease. His lips pressed to yours in a kiss that steals all the breath from your lungs; you keen into his touch as you feel his fingers tease at your entrance. You grab on tightly to his shoulders; he chuckles from his position suspended above you. He pulls back just as he pushes his thick digits inside you, causing you to moan loudly into the otherwise silent room. Your cheeks burned, the sounds of your pleasure echoing off every surface. “Such a pretty voice, Engel.” He coos, his fingers curling against a spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. You bite hard into your bottom lip, trying hard to suppress your lewd whines as Charles’ thumb presses to your clit. He tuts quietly, gripping your cheeks tightly in his hand. “I want to hear you, my darling. Show me how good I make you feel.” He murmurs in a hypnotic purr.

As if on command, your lips parted, a sharp gasp escaping you as his fingers dragged deliciously over your walls. You moan his name, pulling his lips down to meet yours. Every meticulous curl of his fingers sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your entire body; he was so easily able to coax you right to the edge of release with a few small movements alone. “That's it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” He tempted, his tone intoxicatingly seductive as he felt your body tense in his arms. He cradles you against his chest, keeping a firm hold so as not to let you squirm away. The sound he tears from you as your climax finally surges forward is simply unholy. Charles's lips find yours, doing little to muffle the sound as he pulls you through the most intense high you've ever had. He mumbles sweet words of praise against your skin, goosebumps erupting across your exposed flesh as the thin sheen of sweat coating your body cools. Charles fumbles with his belt, haphazardly freeing himself from the confines of his pants.

He pins you beneath him, a growl bubbling up from his chest. His grey eyes meet yours, dark clouds of lust muddying his usually warm expression. He hums as he presses his lips to your pulse; you feel his sharp teeth graze over your skin as he smirks. “Such a pretty thing you are, Mein Herz.” You moan, fighting against his iron grip as he sinks his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. “I can't wait to devour you whole.” He lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. He settles himself in between your thighs, collecting your slick on the head of his cock as he teases at your entrance. He eases into you, feeling every inch fill him so completely. He curses as his hips settle against your soft skin. You let out a soft whimper as he shifts, feeling the head of his member hit deliciously deep inside you. His hands trail across your body, memorizing every curve of your torso as he drinks in the feeling of you pulling him in. You were perfect, a divine creature sent here just for him, and he wasn't about to let you leave this room until you understood that.

Strong forearms cage you in on either side of your head, Charles's lips slotting against yours to muffle your sweet cries. Every roll of his hips made your body jolt in pure ecstasy. You reach for him desperately, trying to find any place to hold onto him to pull him closer. He whispers sweet words of praise in your ear, his low, gravelly tone coaxing you closer to your climax with every passing second. He hums, pressing his lips to one of the dark love bites he left in his wake. “Tomorrow, everyone will know you belong to me, seeing your pretty skin all marked up like this.” He chuckles as he feels you shiver in his grasp.

“What a shame that’ll be.” You giggle. In one swift motion, Charles flips himself underneath you, his hands settling on your waist as he pushes you into his lap. The moan you let out is obscene, your thighs trembling as you collapse against his chest.

“What’s the matter, my love?” He asks with a teasing smirk. Before you have a chance to respond, Charles lifts your hips, pulling out to the tip before slamming you back down again. He groans as your teeth sink into his shoulder, a futile attempt to muffle your cries of pleasure as he repeats the motion. His fingers lace into your hair, giving the strands a firm tug as he forces your gaze to meet his. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.” He lazily traces over your features, earning another shrill moan from you as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage.

“Charles.” You moan his name, your thighs trembling with every long, harsh thrust.

“Come undone for me, Mein Herz.” He whispers before crushing his lips against yours. Your body goes rigid as your climax washes over you. Charles pulls you flush against him, fucking your mercilessly from below as you writhe against his hold. He growls against your lips, his hips stuttering as his orgasm creeps up on him. He presses a kiss to the end of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. “Promise you’ll be mine, Mein süßes Mädchen.” His chest heaves with every labored breath. You nod, only managing to breathe out a ‘yes’ in response before he pulls you into another mind-numbing kiss. He curses against your lips, his fingers pressing harshly into the soft flesh of your hip. His hips jolt as he slowly rolls them a few times, hissing at the overstimulation. He struggles to steady his breathing as he comes to a stop, wrapping his arms securely around you as he traces shapes across your back with his fingers. You nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, breathing in his skin's sweet, musky scent. “How are you feeling, my love?” He asks softly.

“Tired.” You admit with a bashful giggle, one he meets with a chuckle of his own.

“Well, if you’d like, I have a big empty bed with our names on it… if you’ll have me, of course.” Your cheeks grow warm at the thought of spending the night wrapped up in his arms.

“That sounds fantastic.” You smile, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. He notices the flash of hesitation in your expression, “Are you sure–” He cuts you off before you can finish your question.

“I am in love with you, Mein Herz.” Your voice dies in your throat as his confession. He gently caresses your cheek, smiling as you lean into his touch. “It would make me so incredibly happy to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms.”

“Okay.” You whisper. “Then let's get out of here.” He chuckles, easing you off him to help you clean up. He helps you dress before whisking you up in his arms, allowing you to nestle against his chest as he carries you back to his quarters. He pulls back the covers, pulling you into a tight embrace and kissing your forehead before leaving you to get comfortable. He places a glass of water on your nightstand before slipping under the covers beside you. He pulls you into his arms the moment you reach out for him, gently carding his fingers through your hair as he tucks you protectively against him. Your eyes grow heavy, his chest's steady rise and fall threatening to lull you to sleep. He tilts your chin up, whispering a goodnight against your lips before sharing one final kiss, allowing you to drift off in his arms moments later.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 9 months ago

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Upcoming Fics!!

Hello hello!! It is time for another update! Let's see what we got cookin' today! What are you most excited to see?

Right Beside You (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF request - Vessel brings Reader a gift from camp, she invites him inside only for the storm, that was projected to hit later that day, rolls in even earlier than she had expected. Vessel attempts to comfort her all while the pair struggle to not get flustered in their close proximity. Cuteness ensues.

Troubled Waters (Iceburg x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/SMUT - thank you to @lunar-cherries for the name, oh my god it was eating me alive not knowing what to title this - Reader returns home to Water7 after years of spending her life at sea in order to try and run from the pain of her past. Upon arriving back on the island she quickly runs into Iceburg, who she had hoped to apologize to after all this time. After being reunited Reader quickly realized that Iceburg is the same man that she has called one of her best friends and that she was still as madly in love with him as the day she left.

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) pt. 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - much to Will and Henry's dismay, Reader gets reacquainted with an old familiar face from Freddy's. Sara, sensing her husband was hiding something about what had happened in the restaurant the day prior, decides to swing by. Noticing how she's staring at Will like a love sick puppy, offers to take Reader out on a girls day, and to offer her a supportive nudge into Will's arms. Fluff and silliness ensue as Will and Henry scramble to try and figure out just what the hell the two women are up to.

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) pt. 10 - After a stressful visit from an unexpected visitor, Reader and the boys try to think of a way to be less intimidating to the town. Famer IV makes a come back, lots of big strong Eepy's coming this chapter, more details to come...

Sweet Tooth (Dentist! Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) request - @ruh--roh-raggy not going to turn into a smut but definitely going to be very suggestive!! I just gotta say, I love this idea and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to getting around to working on this! What if Steve Raglan was your dentist? More details to come...

Untitled Dave Miller Smut - @ruh--roh-raggy - Dave's nasty, he's gross, he might be a vampire? Pretty much porn no plot. Again thank you @yellowbunnydreams for her feral Dave, chewing on him like a squeaky toy while I write this.

The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - The third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Upon deciding to fully become a member of the Church, Reader has to be baptized. Father Charles, sensing her anxiety over having so many eyes on her, offers to help alleviate her nerves however he can. The pair find themselves alone in the ceremonial pool where Reader confesses her feelings for Charles, feeling guilty about falling in love with her mentor.

My first original story! - More details to come as I am going to make a poll about this, please vote! I would love to know which one you would like to see first!

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ghost-in-the-hall · 10 months ago

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The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello! This was not part of my plan at all! So... Surprise! I was tagged in this wonderful comic by a few of you (OP your art is amazing, I'm still giggling and kicking my feet over it, if you would like me to remove the tag for your comic please let me know ❤️). If I wasn't insane about Falk before, I am now. I haven't written smut in a while, I'm a little rusty, so, please bare with me. If you would like to be added to my tag list please let me know, enjoy!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, age gap (reader is in her mid 20's, Falk is in his late 40's), misuse of religious ceremonies and general sacreligious theming, mutual pining, Falk being kind of a pervert, solo masturbation, Falk just really likes reader in dresses, slight power imbalance dynamic, priest kink, oral (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering, praise kink, heavy use of 'good girl', soft dom! Falk, reader refers to Falk as 'Father' and 'sir' a few times throughout, submissive reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight breeding kink maybe?, creampie, lots of aftercare, general fluff as to be expected from me cause I am the softest of bitches

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“Good afternoon, Father.” You groan slightly as your friend jabs her elbow harshly into your ribs. Your eyes snapping up as Father Falk steps up to the side of your table. He greets each of the siblings you are sitting with by name, his kind smile widening slightly as his attention turns to you. He holds your gaze momentarily before quickly snapping himself from his thoughts. He stood and talked with your group for a little while, asking how everyone's studies were going and cracking a few jokes. Every so often, he would single you out specifically, softly stating your name in a way that made your heart pound in your chest.

“It was wonderful seeing all of you. Don't be afraid to stop by and chat sometime if you'd like.” He smiles as he gets ready to head off. Your cheeks grow warm as you catch him looking you over one last time before leaving.

“He so has a thing for you.” One of them pipes up immediately after he's out of earshot.

“Will you shut up? He does not.” You respond immediately with a groan.

“I'm sorry, did we not all just see him check you out?” There was a collective murmur of agreement amongst your group. “You've had a crush on Falk for forever, and he clearly likes you. You should tell him!”

“I'll think about it, okay?” You snap back just to get them to drop it. “I have to go; I’m on chapel duty tonight.”

“Well, that gives you plenty of time to think then, doesn’t it?” She jokes. You roll your eyes, saying your goodbyes before heading off to complete your nightly chores.

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Falk sighs as he enters his office, falling back against the door as he shuts it behind him. The sight of your flustered expression still burning in the forefront of his mind brought a smile to his face. He shook his head, unwilling to entertain the thought at the moment. There was still work to be done; he couldn't allow himself to get distracted. He removes his formal vestments, washing off his ceremonial paints before sitting at his desk. He leans back in his chair, staring out the open window as his mind wanders. Falk has had his eye on you for a while, always trying to keep a respectful distance. But, to put things simply, he found you too captivating to resist for long. He noticed all of your coy smiles and bashful glances, your lips always so pretty and perfectly glossed. Part of him wondered how that gloss would look as it smeared over– Falk shook his head, clearing his throat as he shut down the thought. Part of him felt guilty having such sinful thoughts about you. You were a kind, respectable young woman. Yet, he always ends up back at the same place, his hips stuttering as he ruts into his palm, your name shamelessly falling from his lips, sweat coating his brow as he imagines how his fingers would sink into your pillowy hips. He curses as he finishes, his head tipping back as he struggles to catch his breath. He cleaned himself up, taking one last look at the paperwork on his desk and deciding it wasn't worth the trouble; he wouldn't be able to focus on it right now if he tried. He headed toward the chapel; he had to set up for mass in the morning anyway. The physical movement would be a nice break from the monotony of signing forms and a welcome distraction from his racing thoughts.

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You sat on your knees inside the confessional, tracing small circles over old leather seats with a polishing cloth. You always dedicated the utmost care to the chapel whenever it was your daily task. You would be here a lot later than most of the other Siblings, taking time to care for the woodwork and the other less prominent cleaning areas that still needed some love. You heard the door open, figuring someone was coming in for late afternoon prayer. “Schwester, you’re here late.” You froze at the sound of Father Falk’s voice behind you.

“I could say the same for you, Father.” You glance at him over your shoulder, his tall frame filling the door frame of the confessional. He peers at your work curiously, making you giggle. Falk’s heart raced at the melodic sound. “No one ever remembers to take care of the leather.” He holds out his hand for you to take. Your fingers tremble as they ghost over his, letting him help you up from kneeling on the floor. He smiles as he studies your smaller form, trailing a knuckle along your jaw.

“Always so dedicated.” He coos. “This is why you’re my favorite.” He chuckles at your flustered expression. You take his arm, letting him guide you through the empty chapel. “I need to choose some music for mass in the morning. Would you like to help me decide?”

“Of course.” You smile softly at him, your skin glowing under the kaleidoscope of colors flowing through the stained glass windows. The dark wooden walls made the room feel eerie, the only source of light besides the sun and the sporadic groups of candles still lit from this morning. The altar itself becomes a tomb of darkness, the large brass pipes of the organ shining like teeth from some glorious eldritch monster before you. Falk’s hand slips into yours, noticing your apprehensive expression.

“You look nervous, little maus.” He chuckles.

“The chapel just feels a little different at night, Father, that’s all.” You respond.

“I can assure you,” he turns to face you, bringing your knuckles to his lips, “the only thing that bites in here, Schwester, is me.” He chuckles. You swallow thickly, knowing the statement was supposed to be a joke, but the thought was enough to have heat pooling between your legs. He separates himself from you to prepare his music, leaving your attention to wander around the altar. You couldn’t help but stop and admire the carvings that adorned the mensa. “You can touch it, you know,” he chuckles, watching you study the wood closely with your hands neatly tucked behind your back, “I promise you’re not going to burst into flames or anything.” You shoot him a teasing smile before allowing your fingers to trace over the intricate work.

“It’s gorgeous; I’ve never gotten to look at the carvings up close.” You remark in awe.

“I’m surprised you haven’t,” he slowly strides closer to you, “Father Charles loves to romanticize the old rituals they used to perform.”

“I wonder what it would be like to sit up there.” You state blankly, not expecting a response.

“Would you like to see for yourself?” You nod slowly, waiting to see just what he would do. He stands before you, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Two warm hands find their way to your waist, his palm curving perfectly to the contours of your hip. You tensed under his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. You're lifted from the floor and set on the edge of the mensa in one swift movement. The wood was cool under your fingertips; Falk couldn't help but study how your plush thighs settled against the dark, nearly black surface. You looked out over the endless rows of pews, imagining what they must look like full of spectators.

“So this is what they saw in their final moments, huh?”

“Final moments?” Falk repeats back under his breath. He chuckles, his hand trailing across your cheek as he brushes some stray hair from your face. “What kind of rituals do you think these were?” He asks softly, a playful smile on his lips.

“Sacrifices?” You respond slowly, shooting him a confused glance. He shakes his head.

“No, Mäuschen, these ritually focused more on…” he trails off, his eyes raking over your much smaller frame in a way that made heat pool in your core. “Pleasure.” He finishes finally. He can't help but smirk as he notices the way you squeeze your thighs together in response to his words. He stands in front of you, placing a hand on either side of your hips, caging you in his arms. You're forced to look up to meet his eyes, warm golden brown irises that almost glow under the low candlelight. “A Sibling would be brought in here for an evening of indulgence, expected to confess their deepest desires so they could be cared for properly. But, of course, that was only experienced if one found themselves to be a favorite of a particular High Clergy member.” His words from earlier ringing in your ears, ‘This is why you're my favorite.’ You swallow thickly, unable to break yourself away from his gaze.

“Why, um,” your voice shook slightly as you spoke, “why did they stop doing these rituals?” Your heart pounded, your skin feeling hot as you desperately tried to ignore the arousal that burned in your core.

“They haven't.” He responds bluntly with a sharp smile. “If I were better prepared, I would offer to demonstrate.” Your grip tightened on the table at his statement; Falk chuckled softly as he decided he'd had enough fun flustering you for the evening. “Come here Mäuschen, we still need to choose that music.” He helps you down from the mensa, his hands lingering on your waist for a little longer than they should have been before you both finish your chores in the chapel for the evening.

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You were finding it impossible to get to sleep. Your mind kept wandering back to your meeting with Falk earlier that night. How he could easily move you around as he wanted, how large and strong he was compared to you, you could still feel the way his hands brushed against your thighs as he easily caged you in at the mensa. You squeeze your thighs together, the throbbing between your legs quickly returning at the thought of him. You hadn't realized until tonight how massive his hands were, still feeling their warmth on your waist. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking about how his hands would feel traveling across your bare skin. You slipped a hand under your shirt, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a soft groan as you massage your breast, your other hand toying at the waist of your pants. This wasn't the first time you had thought about Falk like this, but who could blame you? From the moment you two had met, he had absolutely captivated you. You had never met someone so sophisticated and mature who treated you with such respect. He was a romantic, handsome, and, if the rumors are true, incredible in bed. You try to stifle a whine as you start to rub slow circles on your clit, your fingers already slick with your arousal. His name tumbled softly from your lips as you chased your rapidly approaching high. Your hips buck into your hand as you carefully slide two fingers inside of yourself. You tried to imagine how deep his long fingers would be able to reach, the thought alone enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. He would treat you so well; you just knew it. Your moans grew louder and more desperate the closer you got to your climax. Your back arches off the bed, his name falling repeatedly from your lips like a prayer as the tightly wound coil inside of you finally snaps. Maybe now you will finally be able to sleep.

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Falk stood frozen outside of your bedroom door. He came down here to apologize for how he had acted earlier, saying something like he had to you was out of line. He should know better. He was just about to knock on your door when he heard your voice moan his name. He stills, knowing he should leave but unable to move from the spot. He doesn't dare even breathe, listening closely to see if he could hear more of your sweet sounds. His mouth grows dry as he listens to your soft whines; he wonders what sounds he might be able to coax out of you. He would love to take his time with you, meticulously toying with every part of you he could get his hands on just to see how you would respond to his touch. His member pressed painfully against the confines of his pants, the throbbing only growing more intense as he listened to your soft sounds grow louder as you approached your climax. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, his whole body rigid as he listens to your gasps and cries; he can hear your bed frame creak in time with the thrusts from your fingers. He had to suppress a growl in his throat at the thought of how much better you would feel if it were him taking care of your needs. His heart leaps into his throat, all the air getting punched out of his lungs as he hears you cry out for him. Your fervent moans bordering on screams as you repeatedly call his name through your peak, a delighted sigh trailing off the end before you fell utterly silent. He hurriedly straightens himself up and heads away from your dorm, not wanting to risk anyone catching a glimpse of the situation. He hurries back to his room, his heart still hammering in his chest as your sweet voice rang in his ears. You were thinking of him through the heights of your pleasure; his face burned as the realization of what he had just done occurred.

Falk sat in bed, thumbing through a novel he had read dozens of times, just looking for a distraction. Getting to sleep proved impossible, his mind always managing to wander back to the sound of your sweet whines. He snaps the book shut, removing his reading glasses and placing them on his nightstand. He massages the bridge of his nose with a soft groan. He turns off his lamp, nestling himself into his pillows before staring at the plain white ceiling. His whole body buzzed with arousal; he lay rigid in bed as he resisted the urge to give in to his temptations. However, with the day he had with you, it was nearly impossible for him to resist. “You perverted old man.” He chuckles, chastising himself. “What would she say if she knew you were thinking about her like this?” He knew he should feel ashamed, but after hearing your needy cries for him, he was sure you wouldn't mind; you may even be flattered that the thought of you alone was enough to get him off. He rests a hand on his bare stomach, fidgeting with the waistband of his fleece pants. In moments like this, he thought of you more often than he would care to admit, but he simply couldn't help himself. The sweet smell of your perfume, the curves of your body, the flirtatious glimmer that always managed to find its way into your eyes, you could bring Falk to his knees without much effort at all. He hissed softly as he finally rubbed his hand over his clothed member, wishing desperately that it could be you taking care of him instead. He took his time, imagining how your body would feel in his hands and what sweet sounds he could coax out of you. His mind wandered back to the sight of you on your knees in front of him in the confessional, the way your pretty sundress rose up to show the plushness of your thighs, making his cock twitch. He slowly pushed his pants down his hips, his erection slapping against his stomach as it was finally freed from its confines. He gives himself a few tentative pumps, groaning at the welcomed friction. All he could think about was how pretty you would look riding him, how your heat would pull him in, how cute and pathetic it would be when your legs finally gave up, your thighs trembling from over-exertion, allowing him to flip you over and fuck you stupid into the mattress. He curses, growling your name as he finishes, his hot release coating his pale skin. The otherwise silent room was filled with the sounds of Falk’s heavy breathing as he came down from his high. Cleaning himself up and settling into bed again, he lay awake, wondering if you were still thinking about him.

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Sitting through Mass the following morning proved to be a nearly impossible task. You couldn’t look at Falk without the thought of him towering over you as you sat on the mensa flashing through your mind. You squeezed your thighs together, silently praying that Mass would end soon so you could find some sort of distraction. Your breath freezes in your lungs when your eyes meet his, “we ask that you please stay for monthly confession. Of course, a simple check-in will suffice as well.” He continues his closing remarks. You wiped your hands on your thighs, your palms suddenly growing clammy. You knew there was no need to confess that you had been having such indecent thoughts, but you could feel the admission resting on the tip of your tongue. Something about being in the confessional made it utterly impossible for you to keep any secrets. You dwelled in your seat for what felt like hours as you watched the rest of your fellow Siblings slip into one of the five confessionals. You had no idea who you would be met with on the other side of that door. By the time you approached the confessional, you were one of the last people left in the chapel. The wooden door creaked as you pulled its heavy circular handle. Slipping inside, it only took a moment before you were plunged into darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting to the booth's low light. Your knees land on the plush pad, your breathing shaky as you trace along the lattice pattern of the screen that separates you from whoever sits on the other side.

“Forgive me, Father,” you suck in a deep breath before continuing, “for I have sexualized an older man.” Your cheeks burn as the admission tumbles from your lips.

The figure on the other side of the screen straightens up, clearing his throat softly. You could feel his eyes on you despite not seeing his face. “Is that so?” Your blood turned to ice in your veins; it took everything you had to not bolt out of the confessional as you realized it was Falk on the other side of that screen. “May I ask who the object of your lustful thoughts may be, Schwester?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Falk had realized who had stepped into his confessional the moment you began to speak. Your confession itself was enough to send a shiver up his spine; he began to wonder just how much you would be willing to admit to him.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that, Father Falk.” You respond boldly, making him chuckle. What a clever little Maus you were.

“Well, I’m truly flattered if that’s the case.” You found yourself smiling, fidgeting with your fingers as your heart began to race. “Although I wish I could have seen how cute you must have looked confessing that Mäuschen.” He grew silent for a moment, debating whether or not he should push his luck and ask what was really on his mind. “How often do you think about me, Schwester?”

“More frequently than I would care to admit, Father.” You lean in close to the screen, and Falk can feel your warm breath against the shell of his ear. “I’m ashamed to say I… I was even thinking about you last night.” The nervous tremor in your voice was just enough to drive Falk insane, a primal hunger growing deep inside of him as he listened to you describe the deepest fantasies about him. Your soft, melodic voice made him ache with need, wanting nothing more than to feel your bare skin under his fingertips, allowing you to give in to every single impure thought you had ever had about him. “I feel terrible; I hope there’s some way I can make it up to you.” You stifle a giggle as he clears his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. Falk’s hands were fisted in his vestments, your words leaving him unable to think straight. Your legs trembled, both due to growing tired from kneeling and from the arousal that was quickly pooling in your core. Falk’s stomach plummeted at the sound of you exiting the confessional. He still couldn’t say what he wanted to tell you even after all that. That thought was quickly swept away at the sight of you slipping through the door on his side of the booth.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise.” He chuckles, reaching out to take your hand. He runs his thumb soothingly over your knuckles, studying you briefly before tugging you closer. His large hands travel over the curve of your waist and down the outside of your thighs. “What do you plan on doing now, my brave little Maus?”

“What’s my repentance, Father?” You ask with a seductive grin. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly stretching across his features.

“On your knees, Schwester.” He orders gently. You do as he asks, your eyes never leaving his as you sink to the floor between his legs. “You want to repent, do you?” You nod, hazy eyes fluttering shut as he reaches to cup your cheek. You had done nothing wrong, and Falk could tell from your expression that you knew that. He traces his thumb along your bottom lip, your willingness to let him have complete control over the situation making the urge to claim you as his grows even more significant. He pushes his thumb past your lips, groaning as your tongue glides over the digit. “Such a pretty little thing you are, Maus.” He looks at you hungrily, his free hand working on removing his vestments. He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a pop, taking a moment to undress himself as much as necessary for the task. You hum contently as he rests a hand on the top of your head, your cheek resting on his muscular thigh as Falk takes a moment to just drink in the sight of you. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, hesitantly reaching out to run your hand over his member, which was only separated from your palm by the thin cloth of his boxers. Falk quickly covers his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle the hiss that threatened to escape him at your gentle touch. He didn’t want to come undone before you so easily, but that proved a much more difficult task than he anticipated. He cups your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked with his as you familiarize yourself with the contours of his body. His erection was hot in your hand; you felt his fingers twitch against your jaw as you traced your finger along one of the thick veins that trailed up from the base of his cock. He curses under his breath, his hips bucking slightly under your hand. You tug at the waistband of his boxers, silently asking permission to remove the only barrier separating you from him. You swallow thickly, your eyes tracing over the tattoos that wound up his arms as he removes the last of his clothing. You slowly peel yourself out of your dress, Falk’s breath hitching at the sight of the lingerie set that perfectly hugged your curves underneath.

“I figured I should make things a little more even.” You remark with a seductive smirk. Falk sits up, reaching behind you to undo the clasps of your bra with ease.

“I definitely won’t complain.” He chuckles, guiding the thin straps from your shoulders, the lacy fabric falling to the floor. He allows himself a glance at your nearly naked form, groaning at the sight of your beautiful body on display for him. His finger trails along your jaw, his lips hanging just out of your reach. “Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

You can’t help but giggle slightly, “I mean, you’ve practically seen me naked; I don’t think kissing could hurt.” He lets out a chuckle of his own in response.

“You have a point Maus,” he rakes over your features with a hungry expression, “I’m just glad I finally get the chance to taste you.” Falk’s lips crash into yours; you can't help but let out a delighted sigh. Your fingers trembled as your hands ghosted over his skin. He hums against your lips, covering your hand and pressing your palm to his chest. You could feel his heart pounding. He pulls back from you slightly, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks. “You don't have to be nervous, Maus; I'm all yours.” He whispers before pulling you back into another mind-numbing kiss. You smile as you feel his body tense under your touch, your hands slowly trailing down his torso until your fingers bump into his boxers. Your lips leave his, trailing across his jaw. He groans, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He squeezes your hips as you place a kiss on his neck. Your fingers dip into the waist of his boxers, easing them down his hips as your lips trail down his body. Falk couldn't take his eyes off you; you were so captivatingly beautiful that he didn't dare look away. He bites his fist as he tries to stifle a groan as you wrap your hand around the base of him. Anyone could still be in the chapel; anyone could step into the confessional at any time, but the risk of potentially getting caught only made you want each other more desperately. Your eyes never leave his as you wrap your lips around the tip of his member. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting hard into his bottom lip as his head drops back. “Good girl.” He praises you softly, cursing under his breath as you allow more of him to slide over your tongue. You squeezed your legs together, the quiet moans that you effortlessly pulled from him making it impossible for you to ignore the throbbing need that was quickly growing in your core. His skin was hot against your tongue; you wanted to savor every single sound you coaxed out of him, making sure to take things slowly. He cradled the back of your head carefully in his hand, wanting to touch you somehow. You noticed his breathing quicken, the groans tumbling from his lips coming much more frequently than when you had started. “Mäuschen,” he calls softly, “be careful, I’m not finished with you yet.” He chuckles, easing you off of him with a hiss. His head hits the back wall of the confessional with a soft thud as he sits, catching his breath. His thumb soothingly stroked your cheek, eyes finding yours with an expression nothing short of pure adoration.

“I’d like to take you back to my room if that’s alright.” His request hung heavy in the air for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You’re not worried about people seeing us?” You ask. It’s not like it was uncommon for Siblings to be seen slipping into High Clergy members' quarters; if anyone happened to see you, they probably wouldn’t care anyway. But, there was something about his invitation. Falk wasn’t inviting you back to his room for some meaningless one-night stand.

“Why would I be worried? Anyone who sees us is just going to know you’re mine.” He tilts your chin gently with his knuckle, offering you a sharp smile that sends a shiver down your spine. “Stand up, meine hertz.” You do as he says, allowing him to place his hands on your waist to pull you closer. Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses a kiss to your pulse. His fingers ghost over you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin as he memorizes the curves of your body. Electricity danced across your neck, each kiss making your mind grow cloudier. Your legs threaten to give out underneath you as he sinks his teeth into you. You let out a soft whine, your fingers tangling in his hair as he assaulted your neck. “Beautiful.” He traces around the dark purple mark with his finger.

“I'm hoping there's more where that came from.” You giggle in response. Falk smiles, his fingers massaging your hips as his lips find yours in the quiet intimacy.

“Coming from the woman worried about people seeing us together.” He teases with a chuckle.

“Oh, I was worried about that for your sake.” You can't help but smile as he steals a few chaste kisses, unable to deny himself such a simple pleasure now that he's gotten a taste of it. “But, if you're okay with people knowing about us–”

“Us?” He offers you a devious smirk. “You want there to be an us?” He asks curiously. Your face burned as you realized the confession you let slip out into the darkness.

“I-um,” you stutter, searching desperately for any response but coming up empty-handed.

“A pretty little thing like you interested in an old man like me,” he chuckles, grabbing your chin between his thumb and finger, “it almost sounds too good to be true, Mäuschen.”

“I definitely wouldn't consider you old, Father.” You respond with a soft laugh. Falk smiles, his hand warm against your cheek as he carefully caresses the side of your face. His eyes slowly trail over your features, memorizing how you looked at him; your pupils were blown with lust, yet your gaze held a softness, an admiration, that Falk couldn't miss. He guides your lips back to his, your body immediately melting into his embrace. He shivers as your fingers trail over his chest. He found your hesitancy adorable, enjoying that he knew he would have to control the situation, given your apparent nerves.

“Get dressed,” he mumbles against your lips, “I want to get you out of here. You buzzed with excitement as you righted your clothes, taking a deep breath to steady your pounding heart. You turn when you hear Falk softly call your name, stepping closer to him to allow his hands to slide over the curve of your waist. “Beautiful.” He states softly as his eyes hungrily rake over your body. His large hands wrap around the back of your thighs, steadying you as you lean down to kiss him. He feels goosebumps erupt across your skin as he slowly slides his hands upward, his calloused palms hot against your body as he slides over the curve of your ass. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, carefully guiding them down your legs. “You're not going to be needing these.” He chuckles, stuffing the delicate fabric into his pocket.

“You dirty old man.” You tease him with a smile, sliding your arms over his shoulders.

“Your dirty old man.” He corrects with a smirk and a smile, his hands returning to their task of distractingly running over your thighs. “How about we get out of here, Maus?” He asks in a seductive tone.

“Yes, Father.” You respond with a coy smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Falk chuckles in response, enjoying seeing you relax into such a happy, flirty state. You giggle as Falk hugs you from behind, pulling you flush against him as he leans down to press his lips to your cheek.

“Little minx.” He whispers, reaching past you to open the confessional door. You let out a soft squeak as a gentle smack lands on your ass, prompting you forward and making Falk chuckle. You step into the empty chapel, your heart pounding in your ears loud enough to drown out the soft clacking of your shoes against the tile floor. Falk was by your side instantly, his hand slipping into yours as you were met with the same warm, comforting smile you were used to seeing from him. Being with him puts your nerves at ease; the way he speaks so kindly towards you, how he gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the way of oncoming people, allowing your mind to swim in all the possibilities of what might be in store for you upon your arrival at Falk’s quarters. His actions let you know he would take good care of you; that fact alone was enough to make your knees weak. His body parted from yours to unlock his door, quickly slipping the heavy wrought iron key into the lock before retaking your hand. He tugs you into the dark entryway—your heart races as you lose sight of him when the door shuts. You're eventually able to make out the faint shape of his silhouette; you freeze as he suddenly closes the distance between you. Your back presses flush against the cool wood, Falk’s lips crashing against yours. He wastes no time picking up where you had left off, his fingers ghosting over your thighs as he gathers the flowy fabric of your dress in his large hands. “Keep this on for now, Mäuschen.” He instructs gently. “You look cute.”

You grab him by his collar, pulling his lips back down to yours. Falk lifts you from the ground with ease, guiding your legs around his waist as he effortlessly carries you to his bedroom. He sets you gently on the floor. His hands move to unbutton his shirt; you stop him as a seductive expression spreads across your features. “Can I?” You ask softly, toying with the top button of his shirt. He nods quickly in response, his hands falling away as he watches you, slightly in shock that you would do something so bold. You slowly unfasten every button, Falk struggling not to grab you and toss you on the bed, the feeling of your knuckles so delicately brushing over his torso making his skin burn with need. You push his shirt off of his shoulder, your hands trailing down his strong arms as you push yourself into him. He curses as he feels your tongue glide over his neck; he tangles his fingers in your hair, groaning loudly at the feeling of your sharp teeth pressing harshly into his skin.

Falk chuckles, grabbing your face in his hand. “I see someone else is a little possessive as well, hm?” He smiles, a devious glint in his eye. He winces dramatically as he prods at the mark you left behind. You lean closer to him, eyes never leaving his as you gently kiss the spot.

“You’ll have plenty of time to make me all you want later, I promise.” He smiles teasingly.

“And why can’t I do that now?” You challenge.

“Because,” he starts in a low tone, tilting your chin up with his finger as his lips hang just out of reach. “I’m much more concerned with caring for you, Maus.” He steps forward, guiding you backward until the back of your knees bump against the edge of his bed. “Lay down.” He orders firmly.

“Yes, sir.” The words tumble from your lips before you can thoroughly think them through. You freeze, cheeks burning as you wait to see how he would respond.

“Sir?” he asks in response. You fall back against the mattress, and Falk's larger form easily cages you underneath him. He studies you hungrily, running a knuckle down your pulse. “I could get used to that.” He chuckles, watching the way you squirm underneath him. “Is that alright with you, sweetheart?” He asks softly.

“Yes, sir.” You respond in a similar tone.

“Good girl.” He whispers with a sharp smile before he pulls your lips back to his.

Falk kissed you like a man starved, the sweet taste of your lips intoxicating as he sought to consume you: body, mind, and soul. He wanted you to think of no one else, only him. The way your hand fists into his hair as he sinks his teeth into your plush thighs, leads him to believe he's doing a pretty good job. Simply put, Falk believed you deserved to be worshiped, the ground you walked in sacred, just for being allowed to be under your foot. Giving you anything less than his very best would be a sin. You shiver at the feeling of his long fingers holding over your exposed skin, pushing your dress up to your hips to put you on full display for him. He could have spent hours marking you as his. Every dark purple mark he added to the growing collection just looked so pretty against your soft skin. You jolt as his thumb brushes over your clit, letting out a soft whine as you try to push yourself into his hand. Falk chuckles, cupping your sex with his hands as he brings his face up to yours. “Needy little thing, aren't you, Maus?” He smirks. You let out a soft whine, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he begins to slowly circle your clit. “Is this what you wanted?” You nod, quiet moans tumbling from your lips. Falk slowly his motions; he can't help but chuckle as you adorably pout up at him. “Use your words.” You swallow thickly, his commanding tone making your heart pound.

“Yes, sir.” You respond quickly, and Falk smiles sharply. His lips crash into yours; you moan into his mouth as his fingers suddenly pick up their pace. He used the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth; you let out a pleased hum, your body arching off the bed to push into his. He studies your features with a smug expression as he pulls back, your pupils blown and your lips puffy from the intensity of how he kissed you.

“You just lay back and look pretty; I'm going to take good care of you.” He states softly. He lowers himself to his knees at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips to pull you closer to him. Your legs rested over his shoulders, his fingers intertwined with yours. You cursed, your thighs squeezing around his head as he wasted no time allowing himself to taste you. He groans as you roll your hips, dragging the sweet taste of your arousal across his tongue. His fingers pressed harshly into the curve of your waist with bruising force. Your fingers slide into his soft hair, your breath catching in your throat as Falk lets out a low growl. Your back arches off the bed, tugging harshly at his strands as he licks a long firm stripe over your clit. Your soft moans only spurred him on; it wasn’t long before he could feel your thighs beginning to shake as they squeezed tightly against his ears. He hums against you, causing you to let out a strangled whine. You groan as you feel him gently press his fingers through your entrance. He pauses as you tense, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the feeling of how deeply his long, slender fingers hit inside of you. He praises you softly, his free hand pressing into the plush of your stomach to hold you in place as he rapidly brought you to the edge of release.

You moaning his name was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His heart raced as you reached out for him, pulling him closer as your moans gradually became louder and more desperate with every thrust of his fingers. He presses his thumb to your clit, making you cry up as your nails dragged down his back. He hisses softly at the feeling, no doubt in his mind that thin red scratches would be littering his pale skin. Falk’s voice sounded foggy and far off as something inside of you finally snapped, pleasure crashing over you as you screamed his name. Your cries were muffled by his lips being crushed against yours, swallowing all of your moans as he drew out the peak of your climax as long as possible. Your body still shook as he eased his fingers out of you, effortlessly taking hold of your waist and guiding you into his lap. Your arms slide over his shoulders, your arms fluttering shut as your lips easily find your way back to his. He holds you up with one arm, using the other to shove off his pants clumsily. He moans as he feels the heat of your sex press against him. His hands slide over the curve of your ass, guiding your hips slowly back and forth over his cock. “How are your legs feeling?” He purrs teasingly, your hips keeping the same slow, languid pace as he massages your thighs.

“Shaky.” You admit with a giggle. You pull your lip between your teeth as Falk leaves a trail of kisses across your jaw.

“Think you have it in you to be on top, Mäuschen?” He whispers in your ear.

You start to nod before you pause, remembering Falk’s instructions. “Yes, sir.” Your voice trembles in anticipation.

“That’s my girl.” He praises softly. You shiver as his large hands travel over the curve of your waist, pushing your dress over your head at an agonizingly slow pace. He marveled at how your skin was molded under his thumbs; you were so much softer than he could have imagined now that you were in his hands. You curse as you ease yourself onto his length, your thighs trembling as you settle yourself in his lap. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the lewd sounds that fell from your lips as he filled you so perfectly. Falk groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him, pushing down on your hips to ensure he is as deep inside of you as possible. “You are… Perfect.” He growls in your ear, making you whine as he rolls his hips. You slowly started to move yourself, Falk’s head thudding against the headboard as he struggled not to fuck into you. Everything about your body felt like it was made just for him: the way his hands fit along the curve of your waist, how easily your lips met his as you sat in his lap, you were everything he could have hoped for, and so much more. Falk’s heart stops as you take his face in your hands, angling his face upwards. His eyes meet yours, your gaze hazy and filled with need. If his heart weren’t hammering so hard in his chest, he would have sworn he had died. You were so beautiful, covered in deep purple love bites and marks from his teeth. You were the closest thing Falk had ever seen to an angel. He wraps an arm around your waist, his larger form allowing him to flip you underneath him easily. He pushes your knees to your chest, and your back arches off the bed as a strangled moan escapes from your throat. One of his hands wraps tightly around your waist, holding you in place as his hips snap against you at an animalistic pace. The other soothingly stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had started to gather along your lashes with his thumb. He presses the digit past your lips, the salty taste of your tears mixing with the sweetness of his skin. He leans down close to your ear, tilting your hips up in the process, causing him to hit a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. He presses a kiss to your cheek before growling, “I have to make sure I fuck you stupid, so no one else will be able to satisfy you.” He chuckles, cradling your head in his hand as his lips trail along your neck. You were putty in his hands, every inch of your body burning with pleasure as he seemed to know exactly how you wanted him to touch you. He curses, resting your head on the pillows as he wraps both hands around your hips. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, gradually losing their tempo as he neared his climax. He falls forward slightly, his hand slamming against the headboard as he catches himself. Your skin seemed to glow under the low light; the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated on your body made you shine in the darkness. Falk’s breathing was ragged, your moans and cries of his name melodic in his ears as he kept up his harsh thrusts. Sweat dripped from his brow, various tones of grey splattering across your bare torso as his ceremonial paint melted from his skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him as deep inside of you as possible. He lets out a sound between a chuckle and a growl. “Careful, Mäuschen.” He warns, his gaze darkening slightly as he studies you hungrily. “I might not be able to pull out in time.”

“Who said I wanted you to.” Your response hit Falk like a slap in the face. He tangles his fingers in your hair, crushing your lips against his as his hips slam into yours fervently. You screamed his name, your body going rigid in his hands as he mercilessly pounded into you. He wanted, no, needed to claim you as his. He curses under his breath, moaning out your name as his hips stutter to a stop. His kisses quickly become more tender compared to the ferocious energy they just held. He holds you in his arms momentarily, allowing both of you time for your breathing to settle. He takes your hand, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and bringing them to his lips. He talks you through every little motion as he moves to get you both cleaned up, instructing you to relax so he can handle things. He handles you so delicately, pausing any time he notices you show signs of discomfort. He can take a moment to massage any tender muscles or readjust your position so you’re more comfortable. He crawls under the covers next to you, an arm circling your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly, soothingly massaging your waist.

“Incredible.” You sigh blissfully. Falk smiles, burying his face against your neck. “I…” you trail off, nervously fidgeting with the edge of your pillowcase. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.” Your confession hangs heavy in the otherwise silent room.

“So have I.” He finally responds after a few seconds. “Schön, would you… Would you like to stay?” You feel him squeeze at your waist, trying to pull you closer.

“I would.” You respond quietly. Your attention wanders to the clock on the bedside table, suddenly remembering that it was still the middle of the day and you had tasks you were expected to attend to. “Shit, I’m going to be late–” You’re cut off by Falk pressing his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a delighted sight. He pushes you back into the mattress, fingers tangling with yours as he pins your hands above your head.

“You can skip out just for one day,” he asks breathlessly in between kisses. “Can’t you, Maus?” He didn’t give you any time to respond before he crushed his lips against yours again. You gave in without much of a fight. After all, spending your afternoon like this was worth the risk of getting in trouble.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 10 months ago

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The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Hello hello this took way longer than I would have liked for me to finish, but, we made it! This is the second installment of The Sacrilege Series, and a request for some more Matthew smut from my dear friend @belnovacaine . This time reader is invited to participate in a ritual to help "alleviate some stress" by Father Matthew. But, reader's feelings are much deeper than a simple one night stand, will Matthew return her feelings?

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, misuse of religious practices/spaces, mutual feelings, confession, body worship kinda, use of anointing oils, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, lots and lots of praise and pet name's from Matthew, I think that's everything if I missed any please let me know!

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You just needed a break.

You had been running rampant trying to clean up all of Charles' new assistant's mistakes with their scheduling and paperwork. “I told her to call me if she had any questions,” you grumbled to yourself.

“I'm sorry,” Charles apologizes. “I hired her on Roel’s recommendation; I should've known better.” He sighs, leaning against the edge of the desk you were working at.

“Roel needs to stop being so concerned with trying to play matchmaker, especially when his recommendations don't have any clerical experience whatsoever.” You snap back in an annoyed tone.

“Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?” Your scribbling pauses at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice, your grip tightening on your pen. Your heart pounding, you swallow thickly as his shadow stretches across the desk. “Charles is stealing you all for himself, hm?” he asks teasingly.

“Father Matthew, you sound awfully jealous.” You respond with a smirk.

He chuckles, shooting you a flirtatious grin. “Of course I'm jealous. My favorite girl is spending time with another man, my brother nonetheless, how scandalous.” You can't help but giggle as he winks at you. You return to your current task while Charles explains your predicament.

“So now, she's stuck cleaning up her mess before everything falls apart on us.” Charles chuckles, patting you on the back.

A finger is placed under your chin, Matthew gently tilting your face until your eyes can easily meet his. “That's a lot of work for one little rabbit.”

Your cheeks grew warm as his gaze held you firmly in place. “I can manage, don't worry,” you replied.

“After you finish here, I'd like you to come see me, alright?” His eyes slowly trail to your lips.

“Of course, Father. Can I ask why?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke.

“I need some help with a ritual,” he smiles sharply at you. “It's one I think you'll enjoy, especially after such a stressful day.”

“I'll be there,” you grin coyly. “But you need to let me finish my work for that to happen,” you giggle.

“My apologies, Schwester.” He chuckles before straightening up. “I look forward to seeing you later.”

Charles chuckles as his brother disappears down the hallway. “You're certainly in for a fun evening.”

“And how exactly do you know what he has planned?” Your heart thrums in your chest at Charles' amused expression.

“Matthew isn't a complicated man to read once you get to know him. He enjoys expensive alcohol, good quality cigars… and making the woman he's found himself enamored with completely melt in the palm of his hand.” He finishes with a chuckle.

Your cheeks grow warm. "You really think Father Matthew is—” You cut yourself off as you shake your head. Never mind, I don't have time to worry about that now.” Charles smiles down at you, watching you scribble away at the paperwork in front of you.

Hours had passed, and you were still nowhere close to being done. You sat up straight in your chair, rolling your shoulders back with a groan as you stretched. You didn't understand how someone could make such a mess in a single day. You glanced up at the sound of heels quickly hurrying down the hallway. “I heard you got stuck with a pretty big mess.” She smiles.

“Claire, thank God.” You could have cried at the sight of her. She looked over the spread of paperwork in front of you, covered in red cross-outs and arrows, frantic notes written in the corners so you could somehow organize it.

“Wow, I knew Roel was bad at picking assistants, but this is impressive,” she laughs. She bumps you with her hip, pushing you out of your chair. “Get out of here; I'll handle the rest,” she winks.

“Claire, I can't let you—” she says, cutting you off by waving her hand at you.

“Nonsense, this is the first time Falk has taken a vacation in years; you deserve the time off, too. You've already been doing this for hours, so I can finish it. And besides,” she shoots you a devious smirk, “I heard someone is in for a nice little evening with Father Matthew.” You sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting her to bring that up so casually.

“How did you know about that?” You ask with a bashful chuckle.

“You have to call Attila’s office to schedule a time at the mensa,” she whispers in response.

“The mensa?” You ask in shock. She nods slowly, shooting you a knowing grin.

“That’s all I know,” she says in response to your confused expression, holding up her hands to show she was innocent. “But you probably shouldn't keep him waiting,” she smirks.

“I owe you for this.” You thank her as you gather your belongings.

“You can fill me in on your evening tonight over lunch, and we'll call it even; how's that?” She smiles.

“You got it.” You laugh in response before hurrying off to meet Father Matthew.

You knock tentatively against his door, hearing him quietly call you inside. He smiles at the sight of you, rising from his seat as he smoothes his shirt. “You came.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as you fidget nervously with your fingers.

“Of course I did. Do you really think I'd turn down an invitation to spend time with you?” He chuckles, slowly walking around his desk to approach you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, his finger slipping under your chin to hold you in place.

“I'm glad,” he smiles sharply down at you, “because I plan on taking up a lot of your time tonight, schwester.” Your knees felt weak, your mouth hanging open to speak, but no words managed to find their way out. He slips his hand into yours, studying you carefully. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I'll ever be.” You respond with a nervous giggle. The two of you strolled side by side through the darkening hallways of the Abbey, the late afternoon sun leaving the corridors burning in their warm orange light.

“I don't want you to be nervous,” he says suddenly, feeling the anxiety behind all your excitement. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shake your head, making him smile in response. “You're perfect; I just don't know what to expect.”

“I'll be right by your side through every step of the process, and we can stop at any time.” Your cheeks grow warm as his arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into him slightly as you walk. “If anything, I should be the one who's nervous,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” You prod curiously.

“I have to make sure I'm up to your standards.” He responds vaguely with a wink.

Father Matthew holds open the heavy door to the cathedral, allowing you to slip inside ahead of him. It was always a strange experience being in the chapel after hours. You could hear a pin drop in the silence; even your breathing seemed to echo off the room's impossibly high ceilings. You jumped as the door slammed shut behind you. Father Matthew stands at your side, offering you his arm as you begin your procession down the aisle. You pause at the altar's edge, Matthew looking down at you when he senses your hesitation. You look up at him with large doey eyes that could have easily brought him to his knees. “Is it really okay?”

His hand slips into yours, carefully bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I would be honored to have you standing beside me.” He moves on to the first step, waiting for you to decide to join him. You slowly set one foot on the white marble step, taking a deep breath before allowing the other to join. Matthew smiles down at you, delighted by your acceptance of his invitation. He takes a moment to study you as you stand in the middle of the altar: your much smaller hands in his, the way he could see your nerves begin to settle whenever your eyes met his; the sight brought a smile to his face. “Now, for the hard part…” he trails off with a playful smirk. “You're not allowed to lift a finger, understand? He slowly lowers himself to one knee, forcing you to look down at him. “Anything that you need, I will take care of.” Your heart hammered in your chest as your mind raced. The feeling of Matthew’s warm hand slipping into yours snapped you back to reality. His gentle smile and warm brown eyes immediately pushed down the nerves that were bubbling up in your stomach.

“Yes, Father.” Your eyes flickered around his features, everything about him only drawing you closer. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as his fingers trail down the outside of your leg. He places your hand on his shoulder, steadying you as he lifts your foot from the floor. He carefully undoes the buckle of your shoe, easing it off your foot before mirroring the process on your other leg. He stands, neatly placing your shoes to the side. The marble was cold under your feet; you touched your chest only to feel your heart racing under your palm. You let out a startled yelp as he suddenly scoops you in his arms. You can't help but giggle slightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he gently sways you with every step. He sets you on the edge of the mensa, one arm wrapping around your waist as his free hand cups your cheek. He presses his forehead to yours, gazing down at you longingly.

“Matthew?” You state his name softly.

“Yes, Engel?” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks.

“Can,” you swallow thickly, your mouth growing dry as you work up the nerve to ask, “Can you kiss me?” He breathes out a soft chuckle.

“Funny, I was about to ask you something similar.” You share a coy smile as his lips carefully slot against yours. Your arms slide over his shoulders, tugging him closer as you memorize what it feels like to kiss him. He tasted faintly of sweet wine and tobacco, his calloused fingers rough against your skin as he slowly pushed up the hem of your dress. You whine softly as he parts from you, making him chuckle. “Patience, Engel. We can't get too far ahead of ourselves.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before separating from you entirely. He skillfully moved around the altar, grabbing everything he would need from memory. You inhaled deeply, making a pleased hum at the sweetly perfumed oil he set at your side. He drapes a deep maroon silk cloth over the mensa, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips capture yours. He cups your face carefully in his hands, his thumbs stroking over the peaks of your cheekbones. “Can I undress you, schwester?”

“Please do.” You respond breathlessly, making him chuckle. His hands squeeze around your thighs, your supple flesh dimpling under his fingertips. He slowly slides up your dress, the palms of his hands memorizing the feeling of your body's curves as he passes over them. You were so soft in his hands; watching goosebumps erupt at his touch was intoxicating.

“Arms up.” He instructs, allowing him to ease the fabric over your head. He allows himself a moment to just drink in the sight of you, a sound akin to a territorial growl bubbling up in his throat. He takes your chin between his fingers, “So pretty, Schwester.” You shiver as his fingers trail down your neck. He smiles as he hesitates over your pulse, feeling how it thrummed under his touch before continuing on his path over your shoulder. He easily undoes the clasp of your bra, guiding the thin straps from your shoulders delicately as if you would shatter at the slightest wrong movement. You press your lips to his; you can feel Matthew smile as he melts into the kiss. His hands slide under the curve of your ass as he effortlessly lifts you from the mensa; your arms fling around his neck as the action causes you to let out a startled yelp that quickly dissolves into a flustered giggle. “Guess I need to remember my own strength.” He chuckles. He wraps an arm securely around you, holding you against him as he works the thin, delicate fabric of your lingerie down your legs. His hands felt hot against your bare skin, massive paws that engulfed the curve of your hips. You felt drunk off the euphoric buzz you were already experiencing, Matthews's attentiveness making your pulse race. He paused momentarily, taking hold of the glistening silk cloth, offering it to cover up while he finished setting it up. You instinctually lean into his muscular chest as he pulls you to him from behind, lips trailing up the sensitive skin of your neck before stopping just below your ear. His hand slides across your stomach, the silk cool against your otherwise bare body. “I'm going to take good care of you, Engel.” You shiver at the feeling of hot breath against the shell of your ear.

Your body jolts slightly as the first drop of oil splatters across your shoulder. The liquid was warm as it dripped down your skin. You let out a soft moan as Matthew’s strong fingers press into your aching muscles. “Good girl.” He whispers. You can't help but squeeze your legs together at his praise; you catch your lip between your teeth as you hear him chuckle, noticing the effect such a simple phrase had on you. He trails a finger across your jaw, turning your head to allow his lips to find yours. “Such a pretty thing you are, Engel.” You catch the sight of the triumphant smirk that had plastered itself across his features, reveling in the way you melted under his touch. Every compliment a praise for giving into your body's need for pleasure, Matthew simply couldn't get enough of the image of you. A sacred Madonna placed upon the altar, of which he was the only one bestowed with the grace of God to lay a finger on her. He vowed to care for you like the divine being you were. The way you arched into his touch, your sweet sounds gradually became louder and more fervent, making it hard to stay in control. He's snapped from his thoughts as you softly call his name, placing yourself on your knees before him. The hardwood of the mensa was hard under your body, your mind too clouded with arousal to acknowledge the discomfort. Matthew stared back at you with blown pupils, his eyes nearly black as he fought against his primal urge to take you right here and now. But he couldn't deny how gorgeous you looked presented before him. The deep red of the satin complimented your soft skin; it cascaded off your body like a crimson waterfall. Your hair is already slightly tousled; your cheeks flush with warmth.

“Schwester,” his husky voice echoes through the empty chapel. “Will you allow me to cleanse your body of sin and anoint you here before the eyes of God?”

“Yes, Father.” You cup his face in your hands, pulling his lips back to yours. Matthew's hands are on you in an instant, lifting you from the mensa with a growl as he guides your legs around his waist. He crushes your body against his, easily able to maneuver you until he has you lying how he wants against the cold wood.

“So beautiful.” He whispers sweet words of praise over you as he dedicates time to massaging each tender muscle. You can't help but let out a soft whine as his hands begin to trail up your thighs. He paused at the edge of the fabric that covered your body. He glances up at you, silently asking for permission to continue. You nod, giving him a soft smile. He leans over you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Remember, we can stop at any time, okay?”

You take his face in your hands, smiling softly as you study the sharp contours of his features. “I don't want you to stop.” You whisper against his lips. Matthew freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. The way you looked at him with such fondness, how gently your palms rested against his cheeks.

“I…” he swallowed thickly, warm brown eyes drinking in the sight of yours. “I’m in love with you.” He confesses, his voice trembling with nerves.

You breathe out a laugh, a smile instantly stretching across your features. “I love you too, Matthew.” You let out a delighted squeal as you feel his strong hands wrap around your hips, his lips crushing against yours as he pulls your body closer to his. You let your head fall back, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as Matthew trails wet kisses down your neck. One of his hands slowly slid up the outside of your thigh before it dipped below the cloth that covered your body, trailing over the curve of your hip. He hikes your leg around his waist.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, a strangled gasp escaping you as you feel Matthew’s teeth bite down roughly on your neck. “Just relax, sweetheart; I'm going to take good care of you.” He coos, pressing one more kiss to your lips before letting the satin fall from your body to the floor. He whispers sweet words of praise in your ear as he slowly starts to tease your entrance with his fingers. You fist your hands in his shirt, gasping softly as you feel him ease his long, thick digits inside of you. Your back arches off the hardwood, Matthew’s warm palm immediately pressing into you for support. “I've got you, Engel.” Your mind was already clouded with pleasure; Matthew was an absolute expert in his craft, as he seemed to know exactly where to touch you to drive you insane.

You pull his lips to yours, kissing him feverishly as you hold onto him anywhere your hands could manage to reach. “Please,” you whine against his lips. “Need you.”

He chuckles softly, “My, my, what an impatient girl you are, schwester.” He cups your cheek as he presses another ferocious kiss to your lips. “But I’m happy to comply with such a pretty little thing.” He makes quick work of undoing his belt, haphazardly kicking off his pants as he pulls his shirt over his head. He moved with urgency, easily hoisting himself onto the mensa to pin your smaller form beneath him. His gaze rakes hungrily down your body, drinking in the sight of every curve. You squirmed, feeling your cheeks grow warm under his intense observance. “You are just so perfect, Mein Herz.” He cups your cheek in his hand, peppering your face with kisses as he eases himself inside of you. You cry out, your nails digging deep crescents into his biceps as you grab onto him. He hushes you, “You're doing so good, sweetheart.” He groans, cursing under his breath. You feel every inch of him push inside of you, stretching you to the point you were worried you might break. You whine, your thighs trembling when he finally settles his hips against yours. Matthew lets out a shuddering breath, another curse tumbling from his lips at how tightly you squeezed him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck; the feeling of his hot breath against your skin sends a delicious shiver up your spine.

You let out a loud moan as he slowly rolled his hips. Matthew let out a low growl at the melodic sound, repeating the action, smirking slightly as your loud moans echoed through the empty chapel. He gradually increased his pace, hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl and the edges of your vision go white with every sharp thrust. “Fuck,” he curses gruffly. He sits himself on his knees, wrapping both hands around your hips. He manages to somehow push even deeper inside of you; you scream his name, Matthew groans at the sound. He grabs your face in his hand, making your eyes meet his. “So fucking pretty.” He growls. You groan as he pushes his thumb past your lips, greedily pulling the digit into your mouth with your tongue. “That's my girl.” He praises you with a smile. He picks up the bottle of oil, tipping it just enough to let a few drops of oil splatter across your stomach. He eases his thumb from your mouth, using his strong hands to massage oil over your bare skin. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to last, every snap of Matthew's hips sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“Schwester,” Matthew growls, not slowing his pace. He could feel your body start to twitch in his hands, your body moving against his as you raced towards your climax. “Do you give yourself to me before the eyes of God?”

“Yes, Father.” You weren't sure how you managed to push the words past your lips, barely able to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence.

“Do you… fuck,” you both can't help but smile at each other, the seriousness of the ritual long pushed from your mind, completely absorbed in the fact that you were here with each other. “Do you wish to be absolved of your sins in exchange for pleasure?” He purrs, his tone only making the coil in your core wind tighter.

“Yes, Father.” He lets out a hum of approval. He dabs holy oil on his thumb, supporting himself in his forearm as he leans over you. You close your eyes, Matthew’s hand warm against your skin as he marks the sign of the cross on your forehead.

“I absolve you, Schwester.” He says with a sharp smile, his hips beginning to stutter as he struggles not to fall over the edge. His lips crash into yours, making you moan loudly into his mouth. You feel his hand slide down your torso; you cry out as his fingers begin to draw tight, quick circles on your clit.

You moan his name, “I'm close–” You’re cut off by another moan that he effortlessly rips from your lungs.

“Cum for me, Engel.” He whispers against your lips. You felt the pleasure building up inside of you until it finally snapped. You screamed his name, your nails clawing down his back, undoubtedly leaving deep red scratches in their wake. Matthew followed not long after, your name tumbling from his lips mixed with curses in both German and English as his hips stutter to a stop, his member pulsing against your sensitive walls as he releases himself inside of you. He drops his weight on top of you, making you groan. Both of your chests heaved as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You're in love with me, huh?” You smile, Matthew chuckles at your question.

“I am.” He props himself up enough to meet your eyes. “I hope that's not a problem.” He teases.

“I'm just trying to figure out why it took some fantastic sex ritual for you to confess that to me.” You laugh as he litters your face with kisses.

“You are incredibly beautiful,” he kisses your lips softly, “confessing to you through worship seemed like the only right way to tell you.” Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words.

You carefully press your lips to his, “I'm in love with you too.” He smiles, cradling you in his arms.

“How about I get us cleaned up, and we head back to my room for some dinner.” He offers, gently tucking some hair behind your ear.

You can't help but smile in response, “I'd like that.”

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ghost-in-the-hall · 4 months ago

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Powerwolf Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests: Open!

Atilla Dorn:

TBA

Falk Maria Schlegel:

A Weekend Away (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - SMUT

Hopelessly In Love (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - SMUT

Little Devils (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Equinox (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Matthew Greywolf:

Not So Scary (Matthew Greywolf x GN! Reader) FLUFF

To The Moon and Back (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/DRABBLE

Charles Greywolf:

Intensity (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Pancakes For Dinner (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Roel Van Helden:

Tba

Multiple Members:

Atone (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader x Roel Van Helden) SMUT

Powerwolf x Nervous Flyer! Reader FLUFF/DRABBLE

Ongoing Series...

The Sacrilege Series

The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) SMUT

The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT

The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves IN THE PROCESS OF A REWRITE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

To Have and To Hold (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) ON HIATUS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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Atone (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader x Roel Van Helden) - SMUT

A/N: oh boy, okay. So I wanted to really go out of my comfort zone with this one, so this is my first threesome piece. Hopefully you guys like it, I had so much fun writing it!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, ADULT CONTENT BELOW THE CUT, Threesome, mfm, afab!reader, Fem!reader, oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, thigh fucking, fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, praise kink, size kink, double penetration, anal, partially safe sex, unsafe sex, creampie, swearing, aftercare (I think that's everything if I missed any please feel free to let me know!)

Maus - Mouse, Mäuschen - little mouse, Engel - Angel, Hase - bunny, Sheiße - shit

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You felt Falk's chest rumble as he chuckled, his hand kneading your inner thigh as you squirmed in his lap. "What's wrong Maus?" Roel purrs, tilting your chin up to force you to look at him. "You seemed so confident when you were getting the two of us worked up earlier. Where'd our feisty Maüschen go, hm?" His usually bright blue eyes now dark with lust. You couldn't think well enough to respond, the feeling of Falk's large hands roaming your body and Roel's intense gaze already had your brain turning to mush as heat pooled in your core. You attempted to squeeze your legs together, any friction against your already throbbing cunt would definitely be welcomed. However, the two men that currently had you trapped between them had other plans for you. The moment you went to move Falk dug his fingers into your flesh, pulling your legs apart, your short sundress riding farther up your legs.

"How cute," Falk says with a smug grin, "neither of us have even touched you yet and you're already so worked up." He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. Roel lets out a deep chuckle as his eyes rake over your small form. From your position seated in Falk's lap your toes barely skimmed the floor, your wide, bright eyes scanned his face as you tried to guess what exactly the two of them had planned for you. You struggled to hold back a small mewl as Falk's fingers grazed your soaked panties. Roel leaned against the desk, beckoning you with a single curl of his finger. You stand, your legs noticeably weak as you hesitantly shuffled forward. You had expected your constant teasing to rile them up. You had expected to get punished for your actions. But you thought the punishment would be a bit more standard; a long edging session with Falk that would last until you were a drooling mess, babbling incoherent nonsense and begging him to finally let you cum. Or, perhaps, being bent over the edge of Roel's desk, the shape of his hand forming a perfect red flush to your skin as you cried out with each sharp slap. What you hadn't expected? For both of them to find you at once, both of them ready to make you atone for your actions.

You now stood in front of him, hands folded neatly behind your back. "Now, what to do with you?" Heavy footfalls thundered in your ears as Roel slowly circled you. "Surely you didn't think you were going to win your little game?" He asks, you could hear the smile in his voice. You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your neck

"No Father." You almost winced at the sound of your voice trembling. Roel breathes out a laugh, you could hear the leather office chair squeaking as Falk shifted in his seat, watching the two of you intently.

"So our Maus wanted to be caught, hm?" You froze, unsure if being honest was the best move in this situation. Falk stands with a soft groan, your eyes dart towards the floor as he steps in front of you. He kneels down, you catch him smiling out of the corner of your eye.

"Sweetheart." His voice was gentle as he spoke to you. "You look nervous." Your eyes slowly shifted to him, he was studying you carefully. "Can I have a color?"

"Yellow." You stutter. Falk takes your hands in his as Roel's strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

"There's no need to be nervous baby, you're not in trouble." The tension you hadn't realized you were holding in your shoulders melted away at his reassurance. "We'd just like to… return the favor for how worked up you've gotten us." He chuckles, squeezing you in a hug and causing you to giggle. You let out a slow, shaky breath as you finally met Falk's eyes.

"Color?" He asks you once more.

"Green." His eyes flash to Roel, a devious smirk spreading across his lips. The feeling of Roel's lips on your neck caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin, his fingers slid underneath the thin straps of your dress, slowly sliding them off your shoulders. You couldn't stop the shrill yelp that left you as he nipped at your exposed skin. Falk slid closer to you, his warm hands sliding up your legs as he carefully pushed your sundress up your body, pulling it over your head before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, Roel wasting no time letting his hands wander your bare torso as he sucked a trail of dark marks anywhere he could possibly reach. Falk's fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling down the soft lace as he returned to his position before you on his knees. His hands wrapped around your thighs, fingers digging into your supple skin as he pushed your legs apart. Roel wrapped an arm securely around your middle, gently tilting your face in his direction so his lips could find yours. You let out a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut as you allowed yourself to melt into him. That soft hum quickly turned into a loud moan as Falk dragged his tongue along your entrance, allowing himself to finally taste you. Roel's fingers threaded into your hair, allowing him to direct your gaze exactly where he wanted it to be. Your eyes met Falk's, his pupils blown as he stared hungrily back into your eyes. Your head lulled into Roel's hand, your legs beginning to shake as Falk took his time slowly rolling his tongue over your clit. Roel tugged at your hair, his growing erection pressing firmly into your back as he grinds his hips against you. In doing so only pushed you more firmly against Falk's mouth, causing you to cry out as he hummed against you, the vibrations sending a delightful shiver through your whole body. He detached himself from your clit with a small pop, your arousal coating the lower half of his face.

He places a soft kiss to your thigh before nuzzling his face into your skin. "Just as sweet as ever meine Maus." He praises with a small smirk. "But you've barely given poor Roel any attention, darling." He slowly stands, both men towering over you as they decide what to do with you.

"Surely you're not done with her." Roel chuckles as he reaches his finger along your jawline. "I know you like to usually go down on her for hours." You blushed at his statement. You knew your partners talked about their time alone with you, usually exchanging knowledge about what turned you on, how you liked to be touched, they were committed to helping you experience as much pleasure as possible. The only difference was they had never been so direct about it while you were in the room.

"Oh, absolutely not." He responds with a laugh. His hands land on your waist, the playful expression in his eyes making you curious about what he was about to suggest. "I just think our Engel deserves a nice place to sit while she gives you some attention." He raises an eyebrow at you, his fingers ghosting over your exposed skin. He takes your hand in his, gently tugging you in the direction of the couch in the room. He sat down before fully reclining into the plush leather cushions. You swallowed thickly, watching the smile spread across his face as he drank in the image of your curves.

"Falk, I-" He cut you off before your worries even had a chance to take over.

"Maus," his voice was gentle yet still held an underlying tone of command. "I want you to sit on my face." Falk smiled brightly as you stepped towards him. He knew you were always worried about hurting him, but that worry always faded away as he turned you into a screaming mess above him. You straddled him, sitting back on his chest for a moment as he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask him one last time.

"My darling girl," he says in a slow, sensual voice, "I want to drown in you." Your whole body felt like it was on fire, his words only causing you to become more needy and desperate for both of their touch. You lowered yourself onto him, your body immediately jolting as he lapped at your folds. You slid your fingers through his soft hair, using it as leverage as your hips began to move on their own against his skilled tongue. Roel saunters over to you, grabbing your face roughly in his hand.

"My, my, what a pretty sight you are." He smirks at your blissful expression. You tried your best to hold back the lewd sounds that Falk was effortlessly pulling from you, but it was no use. He gives your cheeks one final squeeze before releasing you. "Eyes on Falk, Hase." You immediately follow his orders, your eyes landing on the man below you. Falk watched your expression carefully, squeezing your thighs tenderly and reveling in the feeling of your skin squishing between his fingers as he let out a soft groan. He looked lost in a state of euphoria, absolutely drunk off your arousal that he greedily lapped up. You let out a shrill whine as you felt your climax steadily approaching, Falk's grip on you tightened, pinning you in place as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bundle of nerves that was threatening to break you. You heard the soft clinking of Roel unfastening his belt, quickly discarding the clothing on the floor. He lets out a relieved sigh as he finally frees himself from the tight fabric of his pants, slowly pumping his cock in his hand as he watches Falk pleasure you. "Hase, why don't you give him a chance to get undressed." Roel says with a soft smile. Falk allows himself one final taste before releasing his grip on you. You couldn't move at first, your legs trembling too much from the unintentional edging. You slowly separate yourself from him, Roel's arm sliding around your waist as he noticed your legs about to give out. Falk sat up before you gingerly sat down on the cushions.

"You did so good, sweetheart." He says softly before capturing your lips with his. You moaned against his mouth as your juices mixed with the sweet taste of Falk's lips. Despite the kiss being short it still managed to take your breath away. Falk stood, carefully undoing the buttons of his shirt. You were a bit ashamed to say you had to stop yourself from drooling as you watched his nimble fingers work. The thought was instantly pushed from your mind as Roel grabbed you behind your knees, yanking you forward and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He didn't even give you a second to think about what he could possibly be doing before he dove in to get a taste of you, something he desperately wanted since this whole ordeal had started. He rumbled out a groan, his nose brushing over your clit as he allowed his tongue to dip into your entrance. Your back arches off of the sofa as you cry out, your thighs clenching around him instinctually. You could feel Roel smirk. He pulled back from you for just a moment to tease your entrance with his fingers.

"How are you feeling, Hase?" He purrs as he slowly slides his digits inside you. You let out a soft mewl, rolling your hips against his fingers.

"So good." You stutter. He chuckles before his lips return to giving your clit some much welcomed attention. Soft moans fell from your lips as you felt your walls stretch around him with every slow, languid pump. Falk slides an arm behind your back, assisting you to a seated position as he allows himself to slip partially behind you. Your back rested against his chest, your hand tightly gripping his leg. as you tried to keep hold of reality.

"You look so beautiful, Maus." Falk whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. His teeth graze the skin of your neck as he smirks, your hand trailing up his leg until your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. You gave him a few tentative pumps, his thick member hot in your hand. He shudders out a breath at the feeling. "So good to me Engel." He places soft kisses to the side of your face. You can't help but whine as he cups your breasts in his large hands, expertly massaging them in a way he knew would cause your mind to go numb. His thumbs graze over your nipples causing you to jolt at his touch. Falk lets out a soft hum as he repeats the action a few times, loving the cute gasps and moans that fell from your lips. You started to slowly work him over in your hand, trying to match your strokes in time with Roel's fingers. Falk moans as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive head of his length, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your hips bucked as Falk rolled your nipples between his long, slender fingers, causing Roel's fingers to hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. The vibrations of Roel chuckling against you caused you to gasp, his movements picking up speed, reaching a relentless pace as they slipped in and out of you.

"Roel," you whine his name, "please, 's too much." Your words slurred as you tried to talk. Your mind foggy with the building pleasure coursing through your body. Just as the winding coil in your core felt like it was about to snap, Roel pulled away causing you to let out a pathetic whimper as your nearing climax rapidly dissipated.

"Not yet, Hase." His deep voice rumbles, you squirm in his grasp. Falk chuckles, pinching your nipples between his fingers, your quiet, breathy moan only making the two men hungrier to pull more sweet sounds from you. You lull into the warm touch of Falk's hand as it finds its way to your cheek. "Are you still doing alright, sweetheart?" Roel asks gently, massaging your tired muscles for a moment as you let your thoughts clear. You give him a sleepy nod, your whole body already feeling heavy. You let out a soft hum at the feeling of Falk's thumb languidly rubbing across your cheek. Your gaze slowly drifts over to him, warm brown eyes staring back at you with a loving expression. Roel gives your thigh one final squeeze before he stands up, getting to work on discarding the rest of his clothes. You sit up, your skin peeling off the leather. You carefully lower yourself to the floor, resting on your knees in front of Falk as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Falk chuckles, knowing exactly what that looks meant. "What's the matter, Mäuschen?" He leans forward, taking your chin between his fingers. "Do you want a turn?" You nod eagerly. Roel sits beside Falk with a groan, you knelt situated between the both of them. "I don't know about that darling. Do you think you can take care of both of us at once?" He quirked an eyebrow at you, a smug expression quickly spreading across his face. Your cheeks flushed at his question, your mouth opening to speak but no words coming out.

"Come on Falk, give our girl some credit." Roel nods down at you with a smile. "I'm sure you can figure something out, can't you sweetheart?" You nod hesitantly, shuffling closer to both of them. You lean over Roel's lap, taking his cock in your hand, causing him to hiss at the long awaited contact. You ran your tongue over the head of his erection, the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva. Roel's fingers tangled in your hair, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you wrapped your lips around him. You slowly eased yourself lower, relishing every sinful sound that you coaxed out of him, feeling the stretch in your jaw as you took in as much of his as you could. Falk's fingers wrapped around your wrist, guiding your hand to his member. His hand engulfed yours, helping to set the speed for how he wanted to be touched.

"Sheiße." He curses under his breath, letting his head fall back against the couch. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head in tandem with the speed of your strokes. Your eyes snapped up to meet Roel's as he tugged at your hair. His jaw slack with pleasure as the absolutely obscene sounds of both your partners filled the rooms. You hummed around him, sinking as low as your throat would allow. Roel let out a sound that feel somewhere between a moan and a growl as he struggled to stop himself from fucking your face. The feeling of the tip of his cock knocking against the back of your throat driving him absolutely crazy. His thighs shook, you couldn't help but smirk as you realized how close you were getting him to his climax. You decided to risk having some fun of your own. You pulled off of Roel with a loud pop, your hand taking over at a slower pace. You shifted your attention to Falk, his intense gaze trained on you as he waited to see what you would do next.

Before you had a chance to start working on your other partner, Roel spoke up. "Hase," his deep voice rumbles, "why don't you lay across my lap so I can use your thighs." He smirks down at you causing you to giggle. Roel loved to fuck your thighs. He loved to watch as your soft, pillowy skin swallowed his cock, he had never seen something more beautiful. You stand, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips before laying yourself over his lap. Roel groans, his hardness sliding easily between your clenched legs. You let out a high pitched yelp that quickly faded into flustered giggles as Roel's hand connected with your ass, the sharp sting quickly fading away as he tenderly rubbed the spot he hit. His eyes rake over you, admiring every angle and curve of your gorgeous frame. Falk's fingers trail up your neck, causing you to shiver. You can't help but smile at the sound of Roel's breath hitching, slowly starting to roll his hips from underneath you. Falk's lips ghost over yours, wordlessly commanding your attention from his place seated beside you. He swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, holding it steady so you can lower your mouth onto him. He lets out a breathy moan as he feels your tongue glide down his length. Roel delivers another sharp slap to your skin, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you lower yourself into your elbows. As Roel's pace increased, so did yours, Falk's fingertips digging into your shoulder as he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Feels so good, Maus." Falk groans, you feel his hard length twitch in your mouth. His fingers slide up your shoulder, over your neck and into your hair. He gently tugs at your strands, easing you off him as he pants beneath you. He pushes you closer to him, causing you to lose your balance propped up in your elbows, stumbling into his lap. He kisses you hard, leaning back so he can pull you on top of him. Your actions had ignited a primal ferocity inside him, you could tell from the look in his eyes that he couldn't wait any longer to have you. His hands grab hungrily at your ass, harshly squeezing your tender flesh as he drags your soaked cunt back and forth over his member. One hand trails up your body, coming to rest on your throat. His eyes glowed golden brown as he gazed up at you, "I'm going to ruin you, Mäuschen." He growls seductively. You bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smirk, rolling your hips over his length, causing him to let out a strangled moan. You hear Roel digging through a drawer behind him, his large hand ghosting over your body as he materializes behind you once more. You gasp as you feel two lubed fingers begin to ease themselves into your ass. Roel gently rocks his digits inside of you, the gradually increasing stretch causing your forehead to fall to rest against Falk's chest. Roel holds your hips steady allowing Falk to line himself up with your entrance, he moans at the feeling of your slick, velvety walls stretching perfectly around him. You whine as Roel adds a third finger to prep you further, the slight discomfort melting away with every slow thrust from Falk, making sure you felt every inch of him as he pulled all the way out to the tip only to ease all the way back into you. Roel takes a condom wrapper between his teeth, ripping it open and rolling in the contents.

Roel places a kiss between your shoulder blades as he cautiously pushes inside of you. You grip tightly onto Falk's shoulders as he rubs a warm hand across your back. You let out a shuddering breath as Roel's hips meet your ass, feeling light headed at the sensation of both men filling you so completely. "Are you doing okay, lovely?" Roel whispers, placing a soft kiss to the side of your face. You manage to nod, a strangled cry ripping free from your throat as you shift slightly. Falk gently tilts your chin up, kissing you softly. Roel leaned down, trailing his lips up your neck. After a moment you gave them the okay to start moving. As they gradually picked up their pace, moans fell from your lips like a prayer. Roel grabbed roughly into your hips, fingers digging into you hard enough that you knew he would leave bruises behind. Falk softly spoke constant praise, you melted at the sound of his voice. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, sharp eyes watching you intently as you lose yourself to the both of them. He cradles you to his chest, one of his hands snaking between your legs to rub slow circles on your clit.

You choke out pathetic moans as the assault on your senses quickly brings on the threat of your climax. "Falk, I can't." You whimper, he smirks up at your pathetic state.

He softly hushes you, "we've got you Engel." You sob into his chest as your orgasm splits through you, your body feeling white hot as pleasure courses through every nerve in your body. More words of praise cause you to shudder as the aftershock rumbles through you. The coil in your stomach was already winding tighter as neither man slowed their pace. Your whole body was shaking, you tried to squirm away from them but Roel held you firmly in place. Your moans grew louder and more fervent. Falk groaned, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppier and more desperate as he chased his own high. He grabs your face, crashing his lips against yours, hips rolling as deep into you as possible as his cock kicked inside of you. You moan against his mouth as he fucked into you through his climax. His hips stutter, his panting form shuddered underneath you. He slides out of you with a hiss, fingers still languidly rubbing your clit. Roel eased himself out of you, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness. He hurriedly discards the condom before sliding into your overstimulated cunt without warning. You scream, burying your face into Falk's chest. He chuckles, quickening the lace he had set with his fingers. "Come on sweetheart, you've got one more in you "

You felt like you were close to tears, teetering at the edge of your second orgasm, Roel's hard thrusts pushing you closer each time. Your legs were starting to give out, they shook as they began to fall out from underneath you. Roel's arm latched around your waist, holding you up where he wanted you. Roel buried himself as deep inside of you as he could as he finished. A mixture of him and Falk leaking out of you as he pulled out. You collapsed as he let you go, Falk holding you close. He carded his fingers through your hair, Roel gathering what was needed to get all of you cleaned up. Falk carefully sits you up, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Roel returns with some warm washcloths, both of them helping to clean you up before carrying you to bed. You lay sandwiched between them, Roel massaged your shoulder from his position behind you, Falk had his arm lazily wrapped around your waist as he hummed to your tired form. "I love you, both of you." You squeak out through a yawn.

"I love you Maus." Falk says as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"And I you, Hase." Roel whispers with a kiss to your neck. Tangled in a mess of limbs the three of you simultaneously drifted off.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Size Kink (Roel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Welcome to Day 1 of Kinktober! Hopefully I can keep up with this, I have a lot of fun things planned, enjoy!

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+, sexual content, size kink, unsafe sex, penetrative sex, fingering, praise kink, use of good girl, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, nipple play, grinding, slightly Dom! Roel, slight restraint, skinny dipping, fluffy with a big chunk of smut, Roel is a giant, I think that's everything if I missed any let me know!

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You propped your sunglasses up on your head, letting your head fall to the side to look at your friends. All of you sat by the lakeside in matching lounge chairs, gossiping about your collective crushes and partners. "No, I'm serious, I have to make space in his schedule for his hook ups four times a week." Sister Sarah rolls her eyes with an overly dramatic groan. You couldn’t help but laugh, you could only imagine how often Father Matthew tried to sneak doting Sibling’s into his office during work hours.

"Oh, don't lie Sarah," Rachel chimes in. "You're his weekly Tuesday appointment." She teases causing a chorus of squeals and giggles amongst your group.

"What can I say? The man knows how to turn a girl on." She replies with a casual shrug. She turns your attention to you. "What about you, (Y/N)?" She scoots up close to your shoulder. "How are things with Roel?" You stutter out an incoherent string of sounds. You struggle to stop yourself from blushing.

"Oh, there's nothing really that interesting." You try to quickly get them off the topic. "Em, how are you and Falk?"

"Oh no, don’t try to change the subject.” She points an accusatory finger at you. “Don’t think we haven’t seen you and Roel flirting with each other.” You can’t hide the flustered expression that rapidly took over your features.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You hurriedly replied before clearing your throat. Before they could hand over the itemized list of your flirting attempts with Roel, your attention was drawn to the top of the nearby cliff face.

“Oh my god…”

“Is that-?”

“Matthew Greywolf, what in god’s name do you think you’re doing?" Sarah exclaims as scrambles off her seat. Everything happened so fast it took you a second to process what had happened. All of your attention had been caught by Matthew letting out a yell seconds before he launched himself off of the cliff, he landed on the water making a pretty sizable splash. You would be tempted to applaud if Sarah didn't look so irate. "Have you lost your damn mind?" She tells from the shoreline of the lake. You see his shoulders shake with a chuckle as he shakes his head. He turns his attention to where he had jumped from.

"What are you waiting for Roel?" He yells to his companion. Your eyes trail up the cliff to find a rather unamused Roel standing at the top, arms crossed over his chest. "Come on, show off for these lovely ladies!" Matthew calls, motioning to your group who were now intently watching the events play out. You see him muttering to himself, the thought alone of the string of expletives tumbling from his lips forcing you to stifle a giggle. With one final defeated sigh he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it harshly on the ground. He kicks off his shoes and stands overlooking the water. "Oh, come on! You're not scared, are you?" He provokes.

"Oh, I'm not scared." Roel's deep voice booms through the otherwise quiet outdoors. "I'm just figuring out how I'm going to kick your ass when I get down there." You watched as he dove into the water with impeccable form. Matthew started swimming for the shoreline with everything he had, Roel surfacing behind him much closer than he had anticipated. As soon as Matthew hit the beach he ran in your direction, positioning himself strategically behind your row of chairs. Roel emerges from the water with a groan, wiping away a dropper of water that trailed down his sharp jawline. He approaches where your small group was sitting, joining Sarah in berating Matthew for doing something so dangerous. Roel pauses, smirking slightly as his eyes land on you. "Like something you see, Hase?" He teases you with a wink. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole, realizing that you had been sitting there staring at his naked torso. "Sarah, it looks like you have him handled. If you'll excuse me ladies, I need to hike back up there to retrieve my shirt." He spares one last fleeting glance at you, a curious smile passing over his lips as he noticed you were struggling to keep your eyes off him. You jumped slightly as Rachel nudged you, looking at you as if you were crazy.

"Go with him." She whispers at you aggressively. "Did you see the way he was looking at you? Go spend some time alone with him." You looked between her and his retreating form nervously. You groaned, knowing how mad you would be at yourself later if you didn't listen to her.

"Roel!" You call his name, hurrying after him. He pauses, breaking out into a grin when he sees you jogging to catch up with him.

"And what do I owe the pleasure?" He slows his pace to make it easier for you to catch up with him.

"I, um, it's dangerous to go by yourself, what if you get hurt?" You tried to answer as casually as possible.

"Well I appreciate your concern, Hase." He replies softly. "But, just remember, your company is always welcomed.” He shoots you a playful wink. Roel was a perfect gentleman your entire hike; offering his hand to you during particularly steep sections of the trail, holding branches out of the way of the path so you could easily pass through. You paused at the edge of a small stream that Roel had already begun to cross with ease. He looks back over his shoulder at you. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just worried I might fall." You admit with a bashful chuckle. Roel turns around, maneuvering his way back over the rocks and to your side. He glances down at you and then to the stream. It stretched on as far as you could see in either direction, it would be too much of a hassle to go around it. Roel reached out for you, effortlessly scooping you up in his arms and cradling you to his chest. Your hands flew up to meet the warm skin of his bare chest in an attempt to steady yourself. "What," you looked between him and your position suspended above the forest floor. "What are you doing?"

"I'm carrying you across?" He seemed confused by your question.

"You can do that?" Roel chuckles at your skepticism.

"Why wouldn't I be able to? You weigh as much as a mouse, it's not like it's a difficult task." Now it was your turn to laugh.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your eyes staying locked in his features as you continued your conversation. You had barely registered that he had started walking. "Did you hit your head when you jumped off that cliff? Roel, I'm not exactly on the skinny side." You retort.

"Meine blume," he starts in a serious yet gentle tone. "You are perfect, I don't want you to think otherwise." He carefully sets you down on the opposing side of the stream. You were positive you were blushing but you just couldn't seem to look away from him. "You are smart, funny, kind, not to mention absolutely stunning." You swallowed thickly, Roel's warm, amorous gaze making it hard for you to think.

"Well, I think you're very sweet, handsome… and I, um, I like your muscles." Roel booms with laughter at the end of your statement. He flexes his bicep with a cocky grin.

"Yeah? Well thank you, I grew them myself so…" His cocky expression quickly turns into a dorky smile at the sound of you giggling at his joke. "Come on, we should try to be back for dinner." He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a tight side hug.

"We're not going to be able to hike all the way there and back before dinner, I hate to break it to you, big guy." You found yourself leaning into his side as you walked.

"Who said we're hiking down?" He responds with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Personally, I think it would be a lot faster if we jumped.'

"You can't be serious." You respond with a laugh, figuring there was no way that was his plan. But, if he was joking, why wasn't he laughing with you? Your eyes met his and you realized he was completely serious. "Roel, I could die!" You exclaim.

"You're not going to die." He playfully rolls his eyes at your concern. "I'll keep you safe Hase, I promise." You reluctantly agreed, but the moment you peered over the edge with your own eyes you couldn't do it.

"Wasn't the whole reason you left your shirt up here to begin with was so it wouldn't get wet?" You question.

"I'll just get a new one at the house." He sees the fear behind your eyes and immediately tries to reassure you. "It looks a lot scarier than it is."

"I don't know if I can do this." You clenched your hands into fists, attempting to hide the fact that you were physically shaking. Roel gently tilts your chin up with his finger, his bright blue eyes immediately locking you in a trance.

"Do you trust me?" He asks softly, a patient smile resting on his lips.

"Of course I do." You respond without a second of hesitation.

"I'll be right beside you the whole time, nothing's going to go wrong, you have my word." You studied him for a moment before releasing a sigh.

"Okay, fine. It'll be faster anyways." You glanced over the edge. "Can you," you pause, your cheeks burning in embarrassment over how much of a coward you were being. "Can you hold my hand?" Roel reaches out and envelops your hand in his massive paw.

"Remember, keep your legs straight and your arms right to your body." He stands by your side, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You glance up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you study his profile. For a moment you forgot about how scared you were, it didn't matter. Roel was here by your side, holding your hand, making you feel safe. It was one of the things you loved most about him. Whenever you were afraid or upset he would be there with warm embraces and words of reassurance. His eyes meet yours, "I got you, Hase." And with that final statement you jumped. Despite the fact that you were plummeting rapidly towards the water's surface it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Roel's hand was warm as it stayed wrapped tightly around yours. His T-shirt he had clutched in his other hands whipping in the wind, both of you screaming as loud as your lungs would allow. The shock of you fully plunging into the icy lake knocked all the air from your lungs. You felt Roel tugging your arm as he began to swim upward. You broke through the surface, gasping in unison. Roel laughed loudly, pulling you into his arms. "You did it!" Your eyes widen as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Das hast du wunderbar gemacht, Liebling." (You did wonderfully, darling). Your attention was snatched by a chorus of loud cheers and applause from the beach. Your friends, who looked like they were in the process of cleaning up to go back to the house, wildly screaming your name. Roel chuckles at the sight as you two begin your swim back to the shoreline.

"Looks like you two had an awfully good time." Rachel says as she drapes her towel over your shoulders. "I don't think I've ever seen him smiling so much." You looked over at him, you couldn't deny the fact that he looked really happy.

"Oh so you'll yell at me for jumping off the cliff but it's fine if she does it." Matthew groans. You join the pair, resting your hand on Roel's arm.

"He made sure I was perfectly safe." You point out. "You hurled yourself off the ledge with reckless abandon." You chuckle. Roel messes up your hair. “Hey.” You complain through a laugh.

“Come on, let's get you dried off.” He slings an arm over your shoulders, his warmth spreading through you as he pulls you into his side.

“So, you and Roel, huh?” Mya teases you, waggling her eyebrows at you.

“What about me and Roel?” You ask, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the two of you getting all nice and cozy on that walk back from the beach.” You dropped your face into your hands to hide your flustered expression. He had you laughing the entire time. You were struggling to keep yourself upright, both of you almost falling into one another. You complained about how long the walk was back to the house, only to let out a startled shriek when Roel scoops you up in his arms. “Can’t complain about the walk if you’re not walking, Hase.” He teased you with a wink.

“It’s nothing, we just had a really good day, that’s all.” Your focus returns to your makeup.

“Did you kiss him?” She asks excitedly.

“No.” You laugh and shake your head.

“Aw, boo.” She bellows. “If I were you I’d climb that man like a tree.” You burst out laughing at her statement.

“It’s not like that.” You try to convince her.

“Sure.” She playfully rolls her eyes. “(Y/N), he couldn’t keep his hands off you! He obviously likes you!” She exclaims.

“It’s very possible he might! But, I don’t want to rush things. Even with the relationship we have now, Roel makes me feel special.” You respond wistfully. “Everytime I’m with him… he makes me feel like, like I really mean something to him.” You sigh.

“Maybe you could sneak off for a little alone time with him at the party tonight.” She suggests. “I think those are feelings the two of you should discuss.”

“What? Do you want me to just walk up to him and admit that I’m in love with him?” You laugh.

“Yes, I think you need to tell him before you go insane.” She responds bluntly.

“We’ll see what happens.” You try to get her off the topic.

She hops up off the bed, you eye her curiously. “Well, I hope you have fun with him tonight. If you’ll excuse me I have an appointment with Attila.” She squeals. Your attention snaps to her.

“You what?” You ask excitedly.

“I’m curious, I’ve heard good things.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe he’ll even be better than Matthew.” She gives you a coy smile.

“Go have fun, just don’t be reckless.” You chuckle.

“Good luck with Roel, you look beautiful, love you.”

“Love you.” She hurries off, leaving you to finish getting ready alone. You found yourself sitting on the arm of the couch, laughing the night away with your friends. The small party swarmed around you, friends of the Ministry from around the area all joining up at the small lake house. You sipped your martini, the alcohol's warmth settling in your cheeks and at the tips of your ears.

“Uh oh,” Sarah starts, “Looks like someone has their eye on you.” You glance over your shoulder to see Roel standing at the bar. His relaxed lean only made the already giant of a man appear even taller, his eyes finding your small form through the crowd. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, returning to your conversation with a coy expression. “I think I’ll leave you two be.” She gets up with a wink, giving you a small wave as she passes by you to find someone else to mingle with. You smile at the feeling of a warm hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” You shiver slightly at the sensation of Roel’s warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

“You don’t look half bad yourself.” Your eyes slowly trail down his body. His dress shirt stretched tightly over his toned chest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his immaculate forearms. His dress pants clung to his muscular thighs, showing off his strong physique. You swallowed thickly before snapping your eyes up to meet his.

“I had a really nice time with you today.” He leans in closer to you, allowing you to hear him more clearly over the pounding music.

“Today was a lot of fun.” You respond with a smile. “We should do things like that more often.” He eyes you carefully as you finish off your drink.

“Come on sweetheart, next one’s on me.” He offers his hand with a smile.

“Such a gentleman.” You giggle, sliding your hand into his. After hitting the bar the two of you wandered outside. The two of you enjoyed the warm breeze as you looked out over the moon lit lake. You gently pushed yourself into his side as you sipped at your drink, he responded by wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Nice night tonight.” He remarks softly. “It would be a good night to go swimming.” He eyes you with a devious smirk.

“Swimming, hm?” He nods, you pretend to ponder the idea. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Neither do I.” He straightens up.” You look to the party inside and then back to him. The invitation was almost too good to ignore. You took his hand, allowing him to guide you down to the shore line. Your feet sunk into the sand as you hit the beach, your shoes discarded by the stairs. You laugh as Roel sweeps you up in his arms, dancing you around in the night. He pauses, gazing down at you with a longing expression.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I want to kiss you right now.” He mumbles.

“Then kiss me.” You respond, your voice barely above a whisper. Before you even had the chance to process what was happening his lips were on yours. You slowly got to work undoing the buttons on his shirt. He bends down slightly to grab the hem of your dress, carefully working it up your body and over your head. He glances down, seeing you in your favorite set of lingerie. He groans, collapsing to his knees. You rest your arms over his shoulders, crushing your lips against his. You easily work off his shirt. Roel’s massive hands caress your waist and hips before sliding up your back to undo your bra. You nod when he glances up at you for permission. He places gentle kisses along the soft skin, his fingers expertly undoing the clasp. You gasp softly as the cool night air fully hits your chest, the delicate fabric falling to the ground. You mewled softly as his lips trailed up the side of your neck. He pulls his undershirt over his head, discarding it haphazardly. You ran your fingers through the soft ginger curls that covered his chest, feeling his muscles tense up at your gentle touch. He hooks his fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them over the curve of your ass and down your legs. You give him one more lingering kiss before you slowly start backing up towards the water. He hurries out of the rest of his clothes, trailing after you. You scream happily as the two of you stumble into the water, both of you floating farther and farther away from the shoreline. Roel guided your legs around his waist, holding you close as he pulled you in for another kiss. You reached the end of the dock, he pressed your back up against one of the slick wooden supports. His hands roam your sides, your head spinning as you fight against your need to breathe. You tighten your legs around him, holding him as close as possible. You whined at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your thighs. He was very easily able to hold you in place with one arm alone, using his free hand to explore every curve he could find. You run your hands over his broad shoulders, pressing yourself into him as much as you possibly could. He rested his forehead against yours, the silence broken up by the two of you panting softly. As the adrenaline wore off your anxiety took over.

“(Y/N), I-”

“I’m sorry Roel, I really should go.” You separated yourself from him, swimming back to the shore. You quickly shimmy back into your dress and grab the rest of your belongings before hurrying back up to the house. Luckily everyone was too absorbed in the party to notice you sneaking back to your room. You threw your shoes into the corner of the room and cursed. “What is wrong with you?” You exclaim to your empty bedroom. You peel out of your dress with a huff, tossing it aside with your shoes. You changed into something more comfortable, making absolutely no plans to leave your room for the rest of the trip. You traced your finger along your bottom lip, remembering the feeling of Roel’s lips on yours as you stared blankly up at the ceiling. Why did you have to run away? You were there experiencing everything you had ever dreamed of and you took off running. You jumped at the sound of a loud, thudding knock on your door. You wrapped your sweatshirt tightly around yourself, trying to conceal yourself with more than just your mostly see through tank top. “Roel?” You whisper at the sight of him standing on the other side of the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late, I just… I can’t get the thought of kissing you out of my head.” He states softly. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I just-” He was cut off by you grabbing him by the collar, pulling his lips down to meet yours. You stumbled backwards, dragging him into your room. He kicks the door shut behind him, his lips never leaving yours as he cages you against the wall. You feel his warm fingers work their way under the hem of your shirt, gently tracing up the curve of your spine before pressing flush against your back. His other arm slid under your ass, effortlessly lifting you from the floor. He works a leg in between your own, you mewled as he set your full weight down onto him. He pulls back from you slightly, his lips just out of reach of your own. He traces a finger along your jawline, smiling at you softly. “Such a pretty little thing you are.” His warm breath fans over your face, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. He takes your wrist in one hand, pinning them above your head. “Start moving sweetheart.” You tentatively roll your hips, whimpering softly as Roel tenses his thigh beneath you. You shivered as his lips hovered over your neck, just barely grazing over the sensitive skin. You struggled against his hold, desperate to get your hands on him. He chuckled slightly at your pathetic attempts to get loose, almost cooing at the sight. “Poor Hase,” he mocks your pout, “what do you want, use your words."

"Roel… Please…" You pant. "Want to touch you." He takes the delicate skin of your throat between his teeth. He releases his hold on you, his hand dropping to the curve of your waist. You slid your hands over his tone chest, soft moans of satisfaction tumbling from your lips as you slowly rolled your hips over his tensed thigh. "Fuck." You breathe out a curse. Goosebumps rose on your skin, you grabbed on tightly to Roel's shoulders as your pace increased. He grabs your hips, setting the pace he wants you to go.

"Such pretty little sounds." He praises. You push your hips down on him harder, taking your lip between your teeth to try and muffler the lewd sounds that broke free from your throat. "You want to cum on my thigh sweetheart?" You nod, crying out as he begins to move you faster.

"Please… please let me cum for you… feels so good." You sob, your statements broken up by your heavy panting. He places hot, open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of your neck, pausing every so often to tell you how good of a job you were doing.

"So polite, asking for permission first." You feel his teeth graze over your skin as he smirks. He releases his grip on your hips. "Go on Hase, get yourself off." You dragged your soaked core fervently across his thigh, chasing your high that seemed just out of reach. The thin fabric of your sleep shorts provides a delicious friction to your throbbing clit. You whined his name, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you just couldn't seem to get the relief you needed. "Come on beautiful, I know you have it in you." His hands rested comfortably on your ass, he closely watched the way your body moved as you shuddered with pleasure on top of him. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, burying your face against his chest to try and muffle your loud voice. "Good girl." He coos, holding you close as you finish riding out your high, your hips gradually coming to a stop. He rests a hand on the side of your face, thumb languidly running over your skin. "How about we get out of these clothes." His fingers trailed just under the hem of your tank top, which had ridden up slightly from your frantic movements. You shivered at the sensation of his soft touch, leaning in to allow your lips to find his again. His hands roamed your torso, you whined as his fingers grazed over your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. His lips dropped to the crook of your neck, you moaned as he kissed and sucked the exposed skin as he slid your sweatshirt off your shoulders. His massive paws cup your breasts.

"Want you." Your cheeks burn as you whine in desperation.

“You want me, hm?” He asks with a chuckle. He slowly pulls your shirt over your head, his calloused fingers running over your nipples. You keen into his touch, “so needy, Hase.” He teases. He pinches one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, his other hand dipping between your legs to tease at your entrance through your soaked panties. You whimper as you press into his fingers, desperate to have them inside you. He hums, removing his leg from beneath you. Your legs trembled as they struggled to hold your weight. “Let’s move this somewhere a little more comfortable.” He offers with a grin. He takes your hand, guiding you towards the bed. You giggle as he gently pushes you back onto the mattress. He removes your panties at an agonizingly slow pace. You squirm as he brushes his fingers over your aching clit, struggling to contain the soft moans spilling from your lips. Roel cages you beneath him, his much larger form acting as its own form of restraint as he slowly slipped his fingers into your folds. You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open, your hand gripping tightly onto his arm. He kissed you hard to muffle your cries, his fingers rocking into you at a relentless pace.

“Roel,” his name cracked from your throat. “I can’t, I’m gunna-” you were cut off by a shrill moan breaking free from you.

“Cum for me Hase, you’re doing such a good job.” He praises you. His sweet words immediately tip you over the edge. You cried out his name as your cunt clenched hard around his fingers. More soft words of praise filled your hazy mind as his fingers pumped into you through your climax. He frees himself from the confines of his clothes, slowly crawling his way over your body until you are fully engulfed underneath him. He teases at your entrance, you stifle a groan at how thick the head of his cock was. You winced as he started to ease himself inside of you. He quietly hushes you, cradling your face in his hand as he carefully works himself inside you. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” He groans.You let out a soft sob as he bottoms out inside you, the delicious pressure of him filling you so completely.

“Roel.” You cry softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have you, Hase.” Your eyes roll back as he starts to slowly roll his hips. Your velvety walls squeeze around him. “Fuck.” He hisses, he reaches down so his thumb can rub broad circles over your clit. Feeling him hit a spot so deep inside of you was threatening to break you, he had you babbling incoherent nonsense with every stroke. “You look so beautiful, Hase.” He whispers in your ear. “You feel so good.” He groans.

“Please.” You sob, barely able to form a single word. “Please let me cum.” He chuckles, picking up his pace rubbing your clit.

“Such a good girl, asking for permission.” He smiles down at you. “Cum for me, Hase. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.” You scream his name, your body going rigid as you come undone beneath him. He pushes your knees to your chest, pounding into you relentlessly as the edges of your vision go white with pleasure. “So good for me,” he grunts, “gunna cum in you.” You lock your legs around his hips, making sure he meant that last statement. Roel’s forearms fell on either side of your head, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss as he moaned into your mouth. His hips stutter slightly as he finishes, you gasp at the feeling of his hot load pooling inside of you. Roel’s mouth separates from yours with a sigh of relief as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He collapses on top of you, crushing you under his massive frame, causing you to giggle. “You’re not going to try and run away this time, right?” He asks with a tired chuckle.

You shake your head, “no.” You place a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Do you… Do you maybe want to try going on an actual date.” You ask, staring straight up at the ceiling to try and hide your flustered expression.

“I’ll take you on a thousand dates if you want me to.” He sighs happily. “(Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for a long time, I just never knew how to tell you.”

“Really?” You ask softly, a dumb smile finding its way to your face.

“Yes.” He responds seriously. He leans in, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Do you want to stay?” He nods, helping you get cleaned up and helping you get under the covers before he joins you. He wraps you tightly in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. “Roel?” He hums at the sound of you saying his name. “I love you too.” You feel the slight shaking in his chest as he chuckles.

“Goodnight, meine Häschen." He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight.” You smile softly as you drift off in his arms.

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To Have and To Hold (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - Part II

Hello and welcome to part 2!!! I'm feeling so soft for this man omfg, have a cute date and some fun times with friends.

WARNINGS: Consumption of alcohol, some swearing

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Part I - Part III

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“Thank you.” You smile brightly at the waitress as she sets your espresso down in front of you. Falk had taken you to the coziest little cafe you had ever seen. You sat out on the patio at white metal tables, each decorated with a small blue vase with yellow flowers in the middle. The food had been wonderful, the company you found yourself in even better. As the waitress walks away Falk reaches across the table taking your hand in his.

“I’ll make sure to take you out somewhere fancier the next time.” He winks at you.

“I think this was the perfect place to go.” You smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I'm happy I get to spend time with you, to learn more about you, we could be eating greasy burgers in some random parking lot right now.” The two of you share a chuckle.

“I guess I just want to impress you.” He admits bashfully. “I was honestly shocked that you even agreed to come to lunch with me and now we’re even calling this a date… I just feel really under prepared.” He smiles softly, his thumb languidly running over your soft skin.

“You've already done more than enough to impress me.” You giggle, his eyes snap up to look at you, a slightly shocked expression painting his features. “Falk you're an incredible man, I've known that from the start. Over the years that's only become more obvious. You're kind, patient, passionate about what you do, you care so deeply for the people around you… you're also incredibly handsome.” Your cheeks warm, your gaze drifting to the table as you grow flustered from complimenting him.

“Thank you Maus. I'm sure it's no secret that I think you're beautiful… I still just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that someone so bright and full of life would want to spend their time with, well, me.” He states quietly.

“You're acting like you're a thousand years old.” You giggle.

“I'm still older than you by quite a bit.”

“And that doesn't bother me in the slightest.” His mouth snaps shut at your adamant statement. “I want to be with someone who makes me happy, who's going to be there to help me back up when I stumble, someone who I can see spending the rest of my life with. I don't see why something as silly as age has to be a factor in that.” He breathes out a laugh, a smile slowly creeping across his lips as he nods in response.

“I agree.” He states simply. “But, if you feel like we’re moving too fast you have to tell me. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything.”

“You're the last person I would expect that from.” After that the rest of your time at the cafe dissolved into much less serious conversations. Your feelings being relatively somewhat out in the open made it a lot easier to get to know Falk outside of the holds of work formality. “You know, you still haven't told me what you planned for the rest of the day.” You remark with a teasing smile.

“I would like to offer you a proposition.” He smirks. “We can go with my original plan, which I'm still keeping a surprise. Or, we can head back to the Abbey and enjoy a nice relaxing evening in my quarters continuing this.” He motions in between the two of you.

“I hate making decisions.” You groan, making Falk chuckle in response.

“If you want my opinion on the matter, what I originally had planned might be better for a different day.” He offers some support.

“Relaxing day at home it is.” You giggle. “It’ll give me a chance to change into something comfier.”

“I have some clothes you could borrow… only if you want to.” He rushes to add onto his statement, worried that asking you to get undressed at his quarters might come off the wrong way. “I just figured you wouldn't have to walk all the way to your dorm and all the way across the Abbey to get to my-”

“Falk.” You chuckle, squeezing his hand and snapping him from his rant before he had a chance to get started. “If you don't mind, I think that sounds nice.” He paid for your meals, both of you giddy and somewhat nervous about spending the rest of the afternoon together so casually. The moment you were back at the Abbey and out of the car Falk's hand effortlessly slipped into yours, guiding you through the halls as you talked about whatever came to mind. You stood at his side as he pulled his keys from his pocket. You glanced up at the sound of footsteps, glancing down the hallway only to see Roel, reading through one of the papers in the pile he held, as he slowly ambled in your direction. He glances up slowly, more than likely to check to see if anyone was in his path. His steps paused immediately when his eyes landed on you, Falk completely oblivious to the silent stare off you were having. Roel looked between the two of you, catching sight of Falk fumbling with his keys. His eyes widen before they snap back up to you. Your expression was clearly telling him one single word. Leave. He quickly turns on his heels and hurries off down the hallway just as Falk happened to look in his direction. Your shoulders relaxed as you heard the heavy key finally slot itself into the lock with a loud thunk.

“Sorry if it's a little messy, I wasn't expecting guests.” He chuckles before stepping inside. One thing you always remarked whenever you visited Falk’s quarters was just how comfortable the space was. The main sitting room was decorated with a plus couch, a matching love seat, and two recliners that were positioned in a semi circle in front of his hearth. In front of them a dark mahogany coffee table, a few candles sat in the middle, a relatively large unopened pile of letters on one side that you were beginning to realize represented the mess Falk was talking about. Sun catchers of various colors, sizes, and designs filled the windows, the stained glass making a kaleidoscope of rainbow beams that jutted across the room. “I’ll get some tea started, the dresser next to my bed has all of my lounge clothes in it. Feel free to pick out what you want.” You nod before scampering off to the bedroom, not wanting to make him wait too long. It was easy enough to find exactly what you were looking for, you decided on a faded black T-shirt with a band name you didn't recognize and a pair of gray, plaid fleece pajama pants. You had to roll the pants at the waist, Falk’s monstrous height making them entirely too long for you. You pulled the shirt over your head, the soft fabric clinging to your hips as it accentuates your curves. You fixed your hair as you gave yourself one last look over in the mirror. You softly padded into the kitchen, smiling as you heard Falk humming to himself as he filled the kettle up at the sink. He turns to you when he realizes you had entered the room.

“I hope these are alright, I can always go out then ba-”

“You look incredible.” The words die in your throat at his compliment. He takes a few slow steps closer to you, tentatively resting his hands on your waist. “I'm glad that old shirt still has a use,” he chuckles, “you look very cute in it.”

“Thank you.” You stutter in response, placing your hands on top of his when you couldn't figure out what to do with them. “Are you going to join me or are you planning on staying in slacks and a button down all day?” You ask in a teasing tone. He smirks down at you, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“If you wanted to see me strip you should have just asked.” He winks, chuckling as you grow flustered. “Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back.”

You sit down on the couch, looking around at all the pictures, books, and other various knick knacks that littered the room with a fond smile. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you couldn't help but glance at the pile of letters on the table. There had to be at least 20 letters all sent in the same cream colored envelope, it was addressed to Falk in neat script written in a deep red fountain pen. You squinted slightly, trying to see who had sent it. You could just barely make out a name, Alaric Schlegel. Your eyes snapped up to see Falk exiting his bedroom, a black T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, a matching pair of sweatpants hanging comfortably from his hips. A smile passes over his lips seeing your guilty expression. He knew what you had been doing without even having to ask. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping.”

“You weren't Maus, don't worry.” He chuckles, collapsing into the cushions at your side with a soft groan. “If it was anything important they would've been put away.”

“Are they from your dad?” You couldn't stop the question from bubbling past your lips. Falk nods, picking up one of the letters in his hand before fidgeting with the edge of it.

“They are, I have some things that I need to take care of eventually… but I’ll tell you all about that when the time comes.” His golden brown eyes glimmered in the low light as he shoots you a bashful, yet excited look. He could see the curious expression on your face as you studied the letter in his hand. Due to the fact that all of the High Clergy rarely ever talked about their families openly he could only imagine the questions you would have. “I don't bite you know,” he chuckles, “if you want to ask me something you can.”

“I just don't want to pry.” You respond.

“It's not like you won't learn about it eventually.” He chuckles.

“Does he do what you do? Your dad?” You ask softly.

“He used to, he had a Parish of his own until he retired and moved to the mountains with my mom.” He explains. “I'm sure you saw, but his name is Alaric, my mother's name is Charlotte.” He scans around the room, making a small sound of approval before he darts up from the couch. He pulls a photo out of the chaotic mix of pictures that filled the small mantel above the fireplace. “This is them.” He hands it over to you, taking his place at your side once again, his arm resting comfortably across your shoulders. You're met with the sight of a slightly younger Falk, his expression drawn and stoic, his body half hidden behind the chair his father sat in. Your brows furrowed slightly as your eyes drifted to the next member in the photo.

“You really look like your mom, huh?” You remark, looking up at him with a warm smile. The woman that stood beside him was tall, slender, an almost effortless elegance to her presence. Her mousy brown hair swept up in an intricate up-do, a few pieces falling out to frame her face. Falk shared her nose, long and slender with a slight hook at the end. Her blue eyes sparkle like sapphires against her pale complexion, despite her lack of smile for the photograph she still radiated warmth. “She’s beautiful.” You remark in awe, causing him to chuckle.

“I'm sure she’ll be flattered, I feel like the two of you would get along really well.” He smiles in response. Falk’s father was at the center of the photo. A burly, barrel chested man with broad shoulders and a thick, dark beard. He looked like the physical embodiment of a bear. His hair swept back, his features held an almost bored expression as he sat tall in his seat. The brass wolf ring on his pointer finger glinted slightly in the light.

“If you don't mind me asking, why wasn't your sister in this picture?” You hand the small object back to him, allowing him to put it back in its proper place.

“She refused to have anything to do with my father’s Parish after she found out that I was going to be the one training under him and not her.” He explains bluntly. “If the time comes for… the festivities of us tying the knot.” He clears his throat, you couldn't miss the way his cheeks flushed slightly at the mention of marrying you. “She’ll show up, I am her brother after all, but she's definitely not going to be happy about it.” You swallowed thickly, your hands growing clammy at the thought of having to deal with somebody who sounded so intensely negative.

“I'm sure she won't be that bad.” You attempted to reassure both of you, but you weren't even sure if you believed yourself.

“Well, we won't need to cross that bridge for a while anyhow.” He smiles warmly at you,making your heart thrum in your chest.

“Yeah, you do have a point.” You giggle. His fingers trail over your cheek, brushing away some hair that had fallen into your face.

“We’ve got all the time in the world Maus, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.” You wanted to melt under his gaze. The gentle smile that adorned his lips as he studied your features caused you to grow flustered. Golden brown irises met yours before they dropped to your lips, quick enough that you almost missed it. You both jumped slightly as the kettle started to sing in the kitchen. “I'll go get that.” He chuckles awkwardly before pushing himself off the couch. He comes back a few moments later with two mugs of tea, yours prepared exactly how he knew you liked it. The two of you sat and talked for a while, growing more comfortable in each other's presence with every passing second. Your eyes darted in the direction of the door when there was a sudden knock outside. Falk glances up at the clock before cursing under his breath. Before he had a chance to answer it the door swung open, Attila trudging into the room.

“I think we’re going to need something a little stronger than tea after the day I've had, my friend.” A heavy glass bottle thuds loudly on the table as he sets it down. He opened his mouth to speak again, freezing when he noticed your small form tucked into Falk’s side. He states your name curiously, your eyes wide due to the fact you didn't know how to respond at the moment.

“This is why you should knock.” Falk jokes before turning his attention back to you. “I'm sorry Maus, I forgot what day it was.”

“We can always reschedule.” Attila suggests.

“No!” You exclaim, hurriedly standing up before Falk had a chance to protest. “If you already had plans, I'll go, I wouldn't want to be-”

“Sit down.” Attila waves you off. “Do you know how to play poker?”

“I'm sorry, sir?”

“Do you know how to play poker?” He asks again with more gustow on the second go around. You shake your head hesitantly, your brows furrowing together as you try to figure out just what the hell was going on here. “I'm sure Falk wouldn't mind teaching you.” He chuckles. You glanced to the side to see Falk wearing a similarly confused expression. “What?”

“You just… you don't seem too confused by the fact that I'm here.”

The words barely had time to escape you before Attila spoke up. “Does this mean he finally asked you out on that date?” Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing the instant the question flew forward.

“I did, we went to lunch at that cafe…” Falk snaps his fingers as he tries to remember the name, both of them shouting it out in unison as it came to them.

“Well, it's about damn time.” Attila chuckles. “I swear, if I had to listen to you spout the same nonsense about how she was going to think you're gross because you're so old-” he's cut off by the sound of you giggling, a smile quickly stretching across his face at Falk’s annoyed eye roll. “It's true, but I can assume today went pretty well.”

“I guess you could say that.” You smile playfully at Falk, nudging his shoulder.

“Well, as long as you don't mind hanging out with a bunch of old men playing cards, you're more than welcome to stay.” He jokes in response.

“Do you want to stay?” Falk asks softly, making sure his voice was only loud enough for the two of you to hear.

“If you wouldn't mind,” he swallows thickly as your hand slips into his. “I'd hate to cut my time with you short.” He breathes out a laugh, a soft smile spreading across his features. Attila approaches the couch, two crystal glasses swirled with amber liquid.

“Do you drink?” He asks you.

“Sometimes.” He offers you the glass. It's cold against your lips, the dark liquid bitter as you timidly sip it. Your face scrunches up reflexively, causing Attila to chuckle.

“It's not for everyone.” Falk takes your glass from your hand, dumping the contents into his own so fluidly it took you a moment to process what would happen.

“I have some wine in the fridge, I'll grab you a glass.” His warm breath bouncing off your cheek as he whispered to you sent a shiver down your spine. You watch him stride into the kitchen, nervously rubbing the soft fabric of the pants you were wearing in between your fingers. Attila sits in the chair closest to the hearth, stretching his legs out with a groan as he basqued in the fire's warmth.

“I'm glad he finally said something to you, all of us were worried he was never going to ask you on a date at the rate he was going.” He chuckles, you jump slightly as he snaps you from your thoughts.

“I’m glad he did too.” You giggle in response. “I was in a similar boat, I guess him and I were just waltzing around the inevitable.”

“I'm just glad you both seem happy, the two of you have been nothing but smiles since I showed up.” You can't help the bashful grin that crosses your lips as you let your gaze drop to your lap.

“It's hard not to be happy when I'm with him.”

“I only have white wine, I hope that's okay.” Falk beams at you as he reenters the living room. You thank him as he slips the glass into your hand. The three of you grew silent as you heard Matthew’s voice boom in the hall, laughing loudly at something the other voice, who you quickly realized was Charles, had said. The pair pushed into Falk's quarters, arms filled with snacks, each of them carrying a case of beer at their side.

“Well, well, well.” You chuckled at Matthew’s greeting. “If it isn't little miss I-have-to-get-to-my-seat, I see that black dress caught some attention, hm?” He teases, making your cheeks warm. There was a sharp smack as Charles slaps him in the back of the head.

“Stop that.” He barks. “It's wonderful to see you again so soon.” He smiles at you.

“Same to you Father.” You respond with a polite nod.

“You don't need to keep being so formal.” Charles chuckles. “I'm sure you're not here for business.” You shake your head in response.

Roel was the last to arrive, a massive pizza perched on his shoulder, a plastic bag of energy drinks hanging in his free hand. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sitting at the center of the group. “Now just what the hell is going on here?”

“I'm replacing you.” You state bluntly making Attila chuckle.

“My own assistant,” he clutches his chest in lock pain, “I'm hurt.” You seemed to fall naturally into place amongst the rest of them.

Charles nods in your direction, “you want another?”

You glanced down at the empty bottle of beer in front of you. “Sure, why not, one more wouldn't hurt.” You were currently sitting in Falk’s lap, one of his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. His attention switched between your hand and his, helping you analyze your cards while you learned how to play the game. Matthew grabs another bottle from the pack, hooking his ring under the metal cap before cracking it off in one swift motion and handing it over to you.

Falk leans in and whispers in your ear. “Go all in.” He whispers. You lean forward, pushing your decently large pile of chips to the center of the table. Folding your hands neatly in your lap and smiling at the group of shocked expressions before you.

“Gentlemen.” You titter.

“I fold.” Roel pipes up.

“Me too.” Attila follows, throwing his cards down on the table.

“I fold.” Charles groans. Matthew curses under his breath before also tossing his cards into the middle of the table. “Falk?”

“Sorry Maus.” He chuckles before fanning his deck out nearly across the green velvet surface. “Unfortunately I can't pass up a royal flush.” He shrugs with a smirk.

You groan over dramatically. “You're the worst.” He laughs, giving your waist a soft squeeze.”

“Wait, what did you have?” Matthew asks, swatting at your hand as he tries to reach your cards.

“Me? Oh I had jack shit.” You laugh tossing your cards down to reveal that your hand was worth nothing.

“Attila, it looks like we found someone even you can't find a tell on.” Roel chuckles, Attila slaps his shoulder jokingly. “I should probably get heading out.” Roel groans as he stands, his eyes landing on you. “I'm sure you remember, but we have that meeting in the morning-”

“With the church across town, I know.” You smile. There were murmurs and grumbles throughout the group of the various reasons they also had to be on their way, each of them bidding you goodbye until you and Falk were left alone in the room. You began collecting the empty bottles off of the table, Falk’s gaze snapping in your direction at the sound of clinking glass.

“Honey, don't worry about that.” He tries to take the bottles from your hands only for you to pull them out of reach.

“I'm helping, that's final.” A flirtatious smile laces its way across your lips. “You work too hard as it is, I think I can help clean up after a poker game.” You wink. He sighs, shaking his head with a smile of his own as he realizes there's no use in arguing with you. He organizes all the chips back in their proper slots, packing them away, both of you softly managing to clear the clutter from the table. He covers the velvet, the heavy wooden slab back in place, returning the dining room table to its former glory. “I should also get going unfortunately, I have an early morning tomorrow.” You state softly, leaning up against the edge of the counter. Falk walks up to you, one hand landing on your waist, the other wrapping around the granite to cage you in close to him. You grew flustered under his warm gaze.

“I had a wonderful time with you today.” He states in a low tone.

“I did too.” You smile back at him.

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” He asks with a soft smile, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You nod in response, letting your hand slip into his as you make your way out. You studied the way your hand fit into his. His long, slender fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand like vines. Your thumb stroked over his warm skin, your eyes trailing along the prominent veins that stood out along the back of his hand. “Did you have fun tonight?” You're snapped from your thoughts when he suddenly asks you a question.

“Yeah, I had a great time.” You grin up at him, leaning into his side slightly as you walk. The walk back to your room was much too short for your liking, your door already coming into view as you rounded the corner.

“After you get off work tomorrow, would you want to come to my quarters, I'd like to make you dinner.” He blurts out, as if he didn't get it out right then he would've lost the nerve to ask you.

“You want to make me dinner, hm?” You squeeze his hand. “I love a man who can cook.” You couldn't help but smile as you watched him flush. You paused in front of your door, your hand still comfortably resting in his.

“It's a date then?” He brings your knuckles to his lips, you nod, shooting him a flustered smile. “Goodnight Maus.” He whispers, his warm breath fanning over your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“Goodnight.” You respond in the same hushed tone. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. His eyes drop down to your lips, he swallows thickly before his eyes drift back to yours. He smiles, the warmth of his hand still lingering on your cheek as it falls away.

“Until then, meine Maus.” He nods, giving you one final hushed goodbye before he leaves you standing outside your door alone in the darkened hall.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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Little Devils (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF

WARNINGS: None, mutual pining, confession of feelings, domestic fluff, just Falk and reader being cute and in love. Set in spooky season cause I miss October 😂😂

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"Good afternoon, Sister." You couldn't stop a smile from creeping across your lips at the familiar voice. Your pen paused, making a list of all the necessary preparations to decorate the Abbey for Halloween could wait.

"Father Falk, good afternoon. What can I help you with?" You ask with a bright smile, folding your hands neatly in front of you, leaning forward with excited curiosity.

"I-uh, I was wondering if you needed any help. The rest of my afternoon is free and I know how busy you must be. I figured I could lend a hand if you'd like." He offers you a soft, coy smile.

"I appreciate it, you'd be a great help, Father." The two of you held each other's gaze for a little longer than necessary before you breath out a nervous laugh, returning your attention to the list that sat before you. He leans against the desk, peering at the piece of paper.

He chuckles, "you really have this planned out to the letter, hm?" You can't help but laugh slightly in response.

"Well, as the Abbey's self proclaimed Halloween expert, and the fact I've been planning this party for the past few years, I have a pretty good handle on things." You finished listing the last few things you could think of. "We have three days for preparations, I've already sent the other Siblings off to handle their tasks, I'm fairly confident between you and I we can handle the rest." You look up at him with a smile.

"Well, where would you like to start?" He asks with a smile. That was how you found yourself comfortably seated in Falk's passenger seat, basking in the warm sunlight that streamed through the window. A soft tune hummed through the radio as your fingers danced through the air that whipped by outside. "So, explain to me again why we're driving across town when we have perfectly good pumpkins back at the Abbey." Falk says with a small laugh.

"Primo grows this one special for me. I don't know what he does differently, probably some special fertilizer he won't give me the recipe for, but he grows some of the largest pumpkins I've ever seen. Perfect for the display at the front entrance." The two of you rode in a comfortable silence. Every so often you would allow yourself to steal a glance in his direction. You had known Falk for years, having joined the ministry when he was still a Cardinal. He was your best friend and you his. He was the one that granted you the honor of being the Abbey's party coordinator after your predecessor had retired.

"Something on your mind, Maus?" He asks casually, briefly looking over at you out of the corner of his eyes, a small smirk finding its way across his lips.

"Not really, just thinking." You sat wistfully. Falk had been your best friend for years, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting him to be something more than that. As you pulled into the parking lot you dug through your bag looking for the spare key Primo had given you to his garden. "I always lose this damn thing." You grumble as you root through your things, searching for the feeling of the smooth plastic charm that accompanied it. You jumped slightly as your door opened, Falk's figure blocking out the sunlight as he offered you his hand. You tentatively took it, warmth exploding across your palm as your skin made contact with his. As you stood your hand lingered in his. Your eyes met, beautiful golden brown irises that never ceased to take your breath away. He carefully brought your knuckles to his lips, smiling softly as he released you from his grasp.

"I don't think I've told you how beautiful you look today." His gaze never left your face, you couldn't help but laugh. Your hair haphazardly tucked away under a bandana, in your dirt covered work clothes, you looked like a recluse that had just wandered into town from the woods.

"You always pick the worst times to compliment me, you know that?" He returns your playful expression. He slips an arm around your shoulders, you wrap an arm around his waist, the two of you languidly strolling around the grounds of the Abbey to the garden.

"I mean it…" he says after a few minutes, "you do look beautiful… you always do, Maus." You let out a flustered giggle, gently nudging your shoulder into his side.

"Well, even though I would have to disagree at the moment, thank you." You accept his compliment with a bashful smile.

"My, my, what a sight for these old eyes." Primo chuckles as the two of you come into view. "I take it you're here for your pumpkin." He pulls you into a tight hug, his large sun hat providing you momentary shade in his embrace.

"Sorry I didn't call, I wanted to surprise you." He smiles, holding your face tenderly in his hands.

"Il mia bambina, you're welcome here anytime you like." He gently pats your cheek before removing his hands. "You as well Father, how have you been?" Falk returns the old man's greeting jovially, another small, trivial detail you had always loved about him. Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The fact that Falk held him in such high regard, watching the two of them get along so wonderfully, it made your heart swell.

"Papa, great to see you." Primo shakes his hand firmly, eyes trailing over him for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"Has he asked you to marry him yet?" He asks in a low tone. You laugh, shaking your head.

"Papa, we're just friends." You manage to get out through a fit of giggles. He holds up his hands in defeat.

"I may be old but I'm not blind dolcezza, you two are in love, there's no way around it." He points between the both of you before deciding to take his leave. "Fetch one of my Ghouls when you decide which one you want, you'll need help getting it to the car." He places a kiss to the top of your head, giving you both a small wave as he departs.

"As eloquent as ever, hm?" Falk laughs.

"I am so sorry about him." You were mortified, Primo might as well have told him that you had already confessed your feelings for Falk.

"No need to apologize, Maus." He groans as he pretends to stretch, his arm finding its way to your shoulders again. "He's got a point. I have to marry you before someone else does."

"Maybe ask me out on a date before planning to marry me." You giggle, pushing into his side as you walk.

"Maybe I will." He returns your laughter, smiling down at you. You wander the winding paths of the garden, marveling at the vast array of beautiful plants and produce. Falk paused in his stride as he caught sight of the gourd you had come for. "You can't be serious." He manages out through a chuckle. "(Y/N), my sweet Maus, I don't think one of those would fit in my car." You wave off his statement.

"One of the Ghouls will bring it to us, they have a truck specifically for transporting these. I just need to pick out which one I want." You explain. Falk sticks close by your side as you wander through the patch of monstrous pumpkins. You point excitedly, "that one." You rush over to it. The pumpkin nearly reached your waist, it was so tall. Its stem gnarled and knotted as it curled back towards the earth, it was a vibrant orange in color, with barely any blemishes on it at all. It was the perfect pumpkin for your display. You helped Primo's Ghouls get it loaded up, leading them back across town so you could get started on your project for the rest of the day.

"You don't wear gloves?" Falk asks as you lay out your carving tools.

"Nope, they just get in the way." You cut a hole into the top of the behemoth before you. You looked at him with a devious grin, "ready for the fun part?" Falk leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at you with a perplexed expression. "It's time to get all the guts out."

He breathes out a laugh, dropping his head. "This was why you were so eager for me to help, hm?" He stands with a sigh, carefully undoing the buttons of his dress shirt before tossing it aside leaving him in his undershirt. You swallowed thickly, eyes immediately drawn to the sleeve fabric stretched over his muscular arms. He cracked his knuckles, you were having trouble taking your eyes off him. You quickly dart your gaze away when he catches you staring. He chuckles softly before settling down by your side. He dropped his hand into the inside of the pumpkin, his nose scrunching up at the feeling of the guts sliding over his fingers. He pulls out the first handful, dropping it in the newspaper beside him with a loud splat, attempting to get off the remaining goop with one firm shake of his hand. "This is disgusting.'

You can't help but laugh, "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You feel his gaze trained on you. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes met his, realizing you were much closer to him than you thought.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" He smiles, his eyes drifting to your lips.

"I-" you stuttered out an incoherent string of sounds, unable to formulate any words at all to respond with. Falk chuckles at your flustered state, letting his eyes run over your features one more time before turning away.

"I'll give you some time to think about it, Maus." You forced your focus to the task before you. Manual labor was sure to clear your thoughts. It definitely wasn't easy work cleaning out the pumpkin to your standards, regardless, it needed to be done. After a little over an hour there was a single seed left inside. The two of you chatted idly as you got to work carving into the face. "It really is incredible watching you work." He muses, watching you carefully scrape away at the eye to get it exactly the shape you wanted it.

"I've had a lot of practice." You giggle.

"Maybe you could teach me your methods sometime." He smiles, you shoot him a coy glance.

"I'd love to." By the time you were finished with the massive jack o lantern you were ready to collapse. You groaned as Falk pulled you from the floor, he chuckled as you collapsed against him. He holds you close as the two of you stroll back to your room.

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" He asks. You hum as you think, carefully reaching up to intertwine your fingers with the hand currently resting on your shoulder.

"I have to find a costume." You start, noticing him immediately grow interested in the topic.

"Would you like me to accompany you into town?" He asks excitedly.

"I definitely wouldn't mind the company." You respond with a laugh. "But don't think you're going to get me in some sexy little nurse outfit."

"What about a sexy little devil outfit?" You playfully smack his shoulder causing him to let out a small 'ow' as he pretended to be hurt, wrapping his arm around you to rub the spot you smacked. You immediately felt your cheeks heat up, gazing up at Falk with wide, innocent eyes. A small smirk spreads across his lips as he carefully watches your expression. "Sorry." He apologizes simply. You shivered under his gaze, he reluctantly released his grasp on you, one arm still remaining over your shoulders.

"What are you going to dress up as?" He hums as he ponders over the thought for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, taking a deep breath. "And don't say a priest." You cut him off just as his words were about to come out.

"Wow, you read my mind." He chuckles. "Well, what should I be if I can't dress up as a priest?"

"You could wear the sexy little devil costume." You suggest, he playfully rolls his eyes. "You have to dress up, it's mandatory."

"Oh yeah?" He starts with a smirk. "Why's that?"

"Because I won't dance with you if you're not in costume." You threaten, narrowing your eyes.

"Are you saying you want to dance with me, Maus?" He pauses, glancing down at you with soft, warm eyes. You stuttered out an incoherent sound, all words instantly leaving you as you melted under his gaze. He laughs softly as he finally releases you from your hypnoticized state. "I'd be honored to dance with a woman as beautiful as you." You paused in front of your door, the ice cold metal of your doorknob sending a shock through your palm as you stared blankly at the dark wood. It took you a moment to realize you were holding your breath. Should you… invite him in? Surely he wouldn't be impressed with your quarters, you were sure he was used to something a lot more lavish than what you could consider your small studio.

"I was going to heat up some cider," your voice shook slightly as you spoke. "Would you like some?" You feel the heat radiating off his body as he steps closer to you.

"I would love to, Maus." You swallow thickly, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You quickly open the door, welcoming him in.

"It's not much, but it's home." Over your years of being friends Falk had only ever set foot in your room once. Both of you were usually off on a trip somewhere, lounging around his office, or enjoying a sunny window seat together in the library. He instantly goes to make himself comfortable on your old, worn leather couch. Groaning as he settled into the plush cushions. He looks around at the walls lined with books. Pictures of you and your friends littered the room. Pictures of you and Falk throughout the years some of the more prominent among them. The two of you wearing oversized, goofy sunglasses at one of the Abbey's New Years parties. You laid next to him on a blanket at the beach, both of you making stupid faces at the camera. Falk breathed out a laugh at the sight, face relaxing into a soft smile.

"It's cozy, I like it." The two of you sat before your clunky, awkward box television. You pulled out a box of DVD's you kept under your coffee table, dumping them out so you could pick something out.

"You look through these, I'm going to go heat up some cider." You lean forward without thinking, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. You jolt backwards as you realize what you're doing. Falk wore a dumbstruck look, a slight blush on his cheeks as his jaw fell slack. You quickly stood, rushing towards your kitchen cabinets to try and put some distance between the two of you. You released the breath that had gotten trapped in your lungs. What were you thinking? You listened to the soft shuffling of the movie cases as Falk sorted through them, humming softly as he read through the titles. You retrieved two mugs from the shelf, lugging your homemade cider from the fridge with a gruff groan. Placing a pot on the stove your started to slowly heat the liquid, adding in a pinch of cinnamon as it started to lightly simmer. You quickly removed the pot from the heat, carefully filling the mugs. You carried the two of them back to your waiting companion.

"Thank you." He says through a sigh, settling into his position on the couch, letting the cup warm his hands. "It seems like a perfect evening for something scary, and I know you're a sucker for the classics." The original Halloween from 1978 sat before you, a wonderful choice. Not scary enough where you would actually be invested, but it would still give you an excuse to cuddle up to Falk's side. The opening theme was slightly muffled through the TV's old speakers, the faint crackle of static breaking through in its quieter moments. He sets his mug down on the table, arm sliding effortlessly around you to pull you closer. Your head lulled against him, his warmth quickly spreading through your whole body as you allowed yourself to curl into his side. You jumped as the music boomed in your small room, Falk giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. You draped your arm over his stomach, nuzzling into his chest. The warm spice of his cologne was intoxicating, you let out a soft hum as you let him hold you closely. It was the small things he did that always managed to make your heart race; The way his thumb would languidly stroke your skin, how he would rest his chin on the top of your head, the way his breath would hitch slightly as you shifted to get more comfortable, fingertips grazing his bare stomach where his shirt had lifted up slightly from squirming around to find the perfect position. You were finding it hard to focus on the movie, between the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of Falk's chest you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Deciding it wasn't worth the battle you allowed yourself to drift off in Falk's arms. When you woke up the next morning you were bathed in a warm beam of sun streaming through your window. Your body draped comfortably across the couch on your stomach, your arm hanging limply over the edge. It took you a moment to feel the movement of Falk's breathing below you, his gentle snoring filling the air as you realized it was in fact him you were laying on top of and not your couch cushions. You smiled softly, resting your chin on his chest, allowing yourself a moment to just look at him. One arm draped over his eyes, the other wrapped securely around your waist, you couldn't believe he had stayed. You carefully pushed yourself up, not wanting to wake him. You made your way to your kitchenette, putting on the coffee machine while you searched for something to feed your unexpected guest for breakfast. He stirred slightly as the pot began to fill.

"Good morning sleepy head." You were met with his half closed eyes and sleepy smile as he set up.

"Me? You're the one that fell asleep on me, Maus." He chuckles as he stretches his arms above his head. "Although, I'll be honest, I haven't slept that well in a while." You pour him a cup of coffee, a single spoonful of sugar and a splash of cream, just the way he liked it. He takes his mug with an appreciative nod, you joining him back on the couch after preparing your own cup. "I hope you don't mind that I stayed, you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."

"I don't mind, don't worry." You state softly before taking a long sip of your drink. "It was kind of nice actually… getting to wake up with you." He breathes out a laugh, both of you sharing a bashful grin as he takes a moment to study you.

"Would you like to come to the party with me tomorrow?" He swallows thickly before clarifying. "As my date, I mean." You couldn't stop the blush from creeping across your cheeks. It was no secret that you and Falk were attracted to each other. You might be oblivious, but you still knew. The two of you had just never figured out how to take that final step.

"I would love to." Your smile was bright, warm, the smile Falk remembers falling in love with the first time he saw it. His eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he clears his throat, adjusting his position on the couch. "I was going to make breakfast-"

"I'll help." He smiles, not allowing you to finish your question. You didn't have to wonder whether or not he wanted to stay, the fact that he was looking for ways to stay with you longer was enough proof that he did. He offers you his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as he helps you up off the couch and leading you to your kitchenette. The two of you worked in tandem at each other's side, Falk asking you where he could find certain things that weren't in plain view as you collected everything you needed to cook. You couldn't help but smile as you heard the radio click on, the room filling whatever song was playing on the random station it had been left on. Falk hummed along to a tune he recognized as he stood before the stove, leaving you to cut up some leftover fruit you had in your fridge. His hands landed on your waist, you held up a piece of watermelon to him which he carefully took between his teeth. You giggled as he started to sway you back and forth, eventually managing to start dancing you around the kitchen. "I could really get used to this."

"Next time let's try waking up in a bed instead of the couch though." You chuckle. He places a kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to his cooking on the stove. Once your meal was finished you collapsed back onto your couch with a sigh, propping your feet up on your coffee table as you sat and ate your breakfast.

"So, we're going to look for your costume?" You nod.

"I'll probably try and pick up some more decorations while I'm out, hopefully we'll be able to find you a costume too." He hums.

"I'll figure something out, don't worry." You later found yourself speeding down the highway through another beautiful fall day. The colorful leaves painted the treeline in vibrant splashes of oranges, reds, and gold's. Your hand sat between you and Falk, fingers carefully intertwined with his. "Well, what do you want to go as?" He questions, the two of you bouncing ideas around for his potential costume. You were trying to persuade him into going as a gladiator, but it didn't seem to be working.

"I don't know yet, hence why we're looking for a costume." He let his head lull slightly to look at you. "Don't you dare suggest a sexy devil again." You giggle. He pulls into the store's parking lot, both of you determined to find something to wear to this party. You laughed as Falk held up the costume you kept sweating you weren't going to wear.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you get this I'll get the gladiator costume." He proposes.

"Only to try on, I'm not wearing this to the party. Deal?" You narrow your eyes, sticking out your hand for him to shake.

"Deal." He returns your handshake with a chuckle. "You drive a hard bargain, Maus." You leave the store with a few costume options and various bags of decorations for the great hall, heading back to the Abbey to make your final decision. Falk offered to carry all the bags, leading you down to his quarters. He sat patiently on the edge of the bed, allowing you to use his bathroom for some privacy. You decided to indulge him, tearing open the package for the devil costume. You removed and carefully folded your clothes before shimmying into the red, tight, mini dress. You fixed the pair of matching horns into your hair before turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You hated to admit it, but you looked really good. The dress hugged your curves just right, the horns were cute and small and didn't look awkwardly placed on your head. You hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet padding against the cold wooden floor, alerting Falk that you had reentered the room. "Wow." He was unable to tear his eyes off you.

"I feel silly." You state with a nervous giggle.

"You look very cute." He reassures you, causing you to blush.

"Your turn." You toss him the gladiator costume. He looked like he was getting ready to complain. "You and I had a deal." You point at him.

"Fine, fine." He laughs. "You know if you wanted me to take my shirt off Maus, you should have just asked." He winks as he makes his way past you. You flush, plopping down on the edge of the bed to wait for him. "Yeah, there's no way I can wear this in public." He calls from the bathroom. He steps out and you struggle to hold back the audible gasp that almost left you. The pleather straps of the shoulder guards stretched across his broad chest, the lean muscles of his torso half hidden under a red cape that draped over one of his shoulders, the leather arm guards that adorned his forearms drew attention to his toned biceps. You were sure you were blushing as you stared at him, mouth hanging open as you searched for any words at all to say. "Something wrong, Maus? You look flustered." He teases with a crooked grin. He walks closer to you, still unable to tear your eyes away as you watch his muscles shift as he walks. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes could meet his. "I'm not going to ask you to wear this to the party. But, indulge me, darling." He took your hand, helping you to your feet before guiding you over to a full length mirror. He stood behind you, hands resting on your waist as he allowed his gaze to travel over your smaller frame. "You look so beautiful." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't look so bad yourself." You manage to get out through your flustered state, eyes meeting his in the reflection. You felt a gentle pull in your waist, Falk turning you around so he could look at you face to face. He carefully takes your chin between his fingers, gazing down at you with adoration filled eyes.

"Can I make you dinner tonight?" He asks softly. You nod slowly in response. His eyes drop to your lips. "Good, you sit back, relax, and let me take care of you Engel." He breathes out a laugh as he drinks up your expression. Your eyes wide, pupils blown, he could see you melt beneath his gaze. You found yourself perched on the counter next to him as he cooked.

"What is this called again?" You peered into the pan to try and get a look at what was making the absolutely delectable smell that had filled the kitchen.

"Rouladen, it's a dish my mother used to make a lot when I was younger." He took the utmost care in preparing this dish, it was apparent to you that this was a recipe that had been passed down through generations of his family, and he had decided that you were important enough to make it for. Your eyes drifted up to his face, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you just took a moment to take in the sight of him; his hair slightly messy from changing our of his costume and into some more comfortable clothes, you noticed some of his ceremonial paint from the day prior smudged around his eyes, his eyebrows scrunched together slightly with intense focus as he waited for the perfect moment to remove your food from the pan. "What's that look for?" He chuckles, warm brown eyes finding yours.

"I just…" it took you a moment to find the words. "I'm really happy I get to spend time with you like this, that's all." He steps in front of you, placing his hands on the counter at your sides. He was so close. Closer than he had ever been before, one wrong shift in your movements and your lips would brush his.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course you can." You respond in a similar tone.

"Do you…" he paused, eyes leaving yours as you saw his computer crack slightly, he was nervous. "Do you want, Scheiße, ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass es so schwierig sein würde." He takes a deep breath, his gaze locking on you with a sudden burst of confidence. "I want to make things official between us. I'm sick of dancing around my feelings for you. I want to be with you, I have been for years, I just didn't know how-"

"Falk," you cut him off with a smile, knowing he was about to start rambling. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I've been yours, I always have." Both of you remained frozen for a moment. Despite the mutual confession you were both still afraid that you would cross some unspoken line. But, dear god, did you want to kiss him. He swallows thickly, smiling at you as he turns back to the dinner he was preparing. He handed you your plate. "Danke." You watched a smirk flash across his features as he listened to you try and speak in his native tongue. He puts two large glasses of wine, handing one to you as he swirled his own idly.

"It's been a while since I've cooked this, I hope it turned out alright." He chuckles before taking a long sip of his drink.

"I'll be honest, I'm a sucker for a man that's a good cook." You grin at him over the edge of your wine glass. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on his couch, talking about all the silly moments of your crushes on each other. "I was mortified!" You exclaim through a fit of laughter, your body feeling light yet sluggish from the wine.

"But you were adorable." He argued. "Besides, it's your fault for falling asleep in the library, what was I supposed to do? Leave you there?" You let your head fall forward, your forehead bumping into his shoulder as you tried to contain your laughter. "All I'm saying is I carried you in my arms, you had my shirt fisted in your hand like you were going to disappear if you let me go." He sucked in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "And when I finally got you back to your room, I got you tucked into bed, I was about to leave and you grabbed my hand… and in that sweet, sleepy voice of yours you asked me to stay." You smiled at the memory, it was one you remembered well.

"Not tonight sweetheart." You whispered the words he had told you that night outloud

"I wish I stayed." He chuckles. "Maybe it wouldn't have taken me years to finally put everything out in the open." You rest a hand on his cheek, thumb stroking languidly over his warm skin.

"We're here now and that's all that matters." He leans into your touch, a soft smile on his lips. You noticed the time, it was late. He had mass to lead in the morning and you had to finish up the final preparations for the party tomorrow evening. You stood, preparing to say your goodbyes for the night despite your reluctance to do so. "I should get going, we've both got busy days tomorrow." Falk took your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he gently tugged you closer to him. His arm circled around your waist, his golden eyes finding yours in the dim light.

"Stay."

Despite his blunt phrasing it wasn't a command but a request. You could still hear the uncertainty in his voice, unsure of how you would respond. You smile up at him, pushing the fingers of your free hand through his hair. "Let's get to bed then." He suddenly scoops you up in his arms, causing you to let out a surprised yelp that quickly faded into a flustered giggle. He gently tossed you in the bed, your body bouncing off the mattress with a soft 'oof'. He dug through his drawers before tossing you one of his shirts. He turns away from you, allowing you a moment of privacy to change. You watched him as he peeled his shirt from my body and carelessly tossed it aside. The soft, black fabric fell just above your knees, you crawled under the covers as Falk came over to join you. Lying there side by side in the darkness honestly felt a bit strange at first. It was the first time you had shared a bed with someone that had no ulterior motive. You felt Falk's warm body shift closer to yours, his hand coming to rest on your hip, pausing a moment to rub his thumb in slow soothing motions. He didn't want to push you, but seeing your small form laying in his bed, completely at peace, he just wanted to hold you. His arm fully encircled your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your body fit against his perfectly, your fingers ghosting over his arm as you melted into his warmth.

"Goodnight, meine Mäuschen." He mumbles with a soft kiss to your cheek, the two of you drifting off into blissful, dreamless sleep.

You stirred awake as you felt Falk get out of bed, the orange glow of the early morning sunrise filling the room. "You're up so early." You croak, your voice still thick with sleep. Falk chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed, your body lulling into him as the mattress dips under his weight.

"Go back to sleep darling, I have to go prepare a few things for mass." He kisses your forehead, gently carding his fingers through your hair. "I'll be back soon." You hummed softly in response, watching him as he left the room. You slept for a while longer before deciding to get up. The old wooden floorboards creaked under your feet, you stood with a sleepy groan as you stretched your arms over your head. You jumped slightly as the door clicked open behind you, Falk quietly stepped in, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you awake. "Good morning." He leaned against the door frame, drinking in the sight of you; your hair messy, eyes still half lidded with sleep, his shirt clinging to the curves of your body, he had never seen something more beautiful. He strides over to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you close. "I'm afraid I'll be busy for most of today."

"That's alright, I have to finish setting up for the party tonight." You let your head fall against his chest, memorizing the feeling of him being so close knowing you would miss him the second you parted ways. "I better not see you dressed as a priest tonight." You poke him in the chest, giving him a teasing grin. He chuckles, giving your waist a small squeeze.

"You won't, I promise." He kisses your forehead. "I'll see you tonight, darling, don't work too hard." He winks at you causing you to giggle.

"Have a good mass." You say as you reluctantly let him go. Normally you would be heading to attend the service yourself right now, but you had more pressing matters at hand. You got dressed, quickly going back to your room to get some of your work clothes before heading down to the great hall. The Siblings you asked to assist you with this project had already finished majority of the work, you just had to put on the finishing touches; making sure lights were hung up and were all working, decorations were placed exactly where you wanted them to be, the bar was stocked, the floor cleared, everything was perfect. You had just enough time to go back and get ready. You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped loosely around your body as you looked over your costume options. Despite your earlier objections, you were being drawn to the sexy devil costume Falk had picked out. You gave in, slipping into the soft fabric, trying to get your hair and makeup just right before setting the pair of horns atop your head. "You look so beautiful." Falk's compliment rang in the back of your mind, bringing a smile to your lips. You took one final deep breath before heading down to the great hall to join everyone else. You managed to arrive fashionably late to your own party, looking around the room to hopefully find Falk.

"(Y/N)." You jumped as Roel's voice boomed behind you. You turned to find his smiling face towering behind you. "Another spectacular party." He compliments you with a small nod.

"Thank you Father." You look around once more. "Roel, have you seen Falk anywhere?"

"Did he finally ask you on a date?" He asks with a grin, you can't help but blush slightly as you nod in response. "Took him long enough." He teases playfully. He offers you his arm, "come on, I'll help you find him." You kept a firm grasp on Roel's arm, not wanting to get separated from him in the crowd. The room was close to max capacity, if you lost him you might not be able to find him again. "Ah, there he is!" He exclaims, waving his hand and pointing down at you. Your smile grew as you saw Falk making his way through the crowd to you. The moment he was in front of you Falk pulled you to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek. Roel chuckles, "well aren't you two cute with your matching costumes." You looked up at Falk. He wore a simple black suit, some of his ceremonial paint still on his face, with a matching pair of red horns on top of his head. The moment you noticed you were in fact matching you broke out in a fit of laughter.

"You decided to come as a devil too, huh?" He looks down at you, realizing what you were wearing.

"You said you weren't going to wear the devil costume!" He exclaims with a boisterous laugh. "One of us had to be the sexy devil, I thought it had to be me." His arm slides around your waist.

"Have fun you two, you've earned it." Roel waves as he heads off through the crowd.

"You look stunning Mäuschen." He grins, taking your hand in his and swaying you to the music.

"You're one to talk." You smirk up at him. He pauses, removing one of his rings and slipping it onto your finger. You gave him a questioning glance.

"You'll have to wear that until I can find a suitable replacement." He chuckles.

"What are you talking about?" You ask through a flustered giggle.

"I told you." You get lost in his eyes as he steps closer to you, one arm wrapping around your waist as the other tenderly cradles your face. His eyes dart down to your lips. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes slid shut as his lips found yours. Your breath froze in your lungs as your mind went completely blank. The loud chatter of the party around you faded away, leaving you with the feelings of his hands on your body and his lips pressed firmly to yours. Your hands fisted in his jacket, wanting him as close to you as possible. You both pulled back as you grew breathless. Falk's eyes met yours, glowing gold in the low light. "I'm going to marry you, Schatz."

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