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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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Intensity (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MINORS DNI, MDNI, heavy sexual content, all smut no plot, fluff at the end, pnv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, some fingering, Dom!Charles, some spanking, slight degradation, slight praise kink, throat holding, hair pulling, I think that's everything!!

(A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY @iamsarahsaysso I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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You bite your lip in an attempt to hide the excited grin that was creeping its way across your features. You had your back pressed flush against the wall, Charles' hand wrapped firmly around your throat. "You knew exactly what you were doing today. Didn't you, you little minx?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You smirk. His eyes rake down your body, landing on the hem of your slightly too short pencil skirt. You knew the length and the way the fabric hugged your curves would drive Charles absolutely wild knowing he couldn't have his way with you until you were behind closed doors.

"You're lucky I didn't make an example of you right in front of them." He growls. He looms over you, caging you in between his body and the wall. He releases your throat, taking your chin between his fingers to keep your eyes locked on him. “Unless you’ve forgotten who you belong to.” He smirks, dropping his hand from your face to let a finger trail down the opening of your blouse between your breasts, pushing the fabric aside to show off the gallery of deep purple love bites Charles had left on you previously.

“How could I?” You return his smile. His lips were on yours in an instant, an arm wrapping around your waist as the other tangled into your hair, pulling you in the direction of the bed. In one swift moment you were pushed backwards, landing on the plush mattress with a flustered giggle. Charles hurriedly pushed up your skirt, biting and sucking dark marks up the inside of your thighs. He made quick work of discarding your blouse, the buttons popping off as he tore it open. He chuckled as he noticed you were wearing his favorite set of lingerie underneath your clothes. He collapses on top of you, warm breath fanning over your face as he stares down at your small form beneath him. The way he kissed you was filled with nothing but pure, instinctual need, hands roughly grabbing at your body as if he thought losing his grip on you would cause you to disappear entirely. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, using his free one to discard his pants before roughly pushing your panties out of the way. He ran his fingers over your entrance that was already slick with your juices, you couldn’t stop a gasp from slipping past your lips as he pushed two fingers inside you. He slowly rocked his digits against your walls, hitting a place inside you that had you seeing your stars with every pass.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” He asks gruffly, hungrily watching your frame twist and struggle beneath him. Pleasure was quickly building in your core, when it came to how you enjoyed being touched Charles was an expert. He had every sensitive spot, every tell of your impending orgasm, every action that would make you scream out his name memorized. There was nothing this man loved more than seeing how good he made you feel, knowing that he was the only man that could possibly make you come undone as quickly as he could. You struggled against his hold on you, moaning out his name, telling him that you belonged to him over and over, eyes never leaving his. Your body went rigid, an unholy cry escaping you as your orgasm ripped through your body without warning. Your voice subsided, leaving your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he graciously let you ride out your high. You let out a startled yelp as he effortlessly flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips back to force your ass up in the air. He lined up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock before slamming fully into you, causing you to cry out. You attempted to scramble away from him, your body still overly sensitive from the aftershock of your last climax. Your actions were immediately met with the sharp sting of his plan connecting with your skin causing you to mewl, your walls clenching tightly around his member at the sensation. He chuckles, rubbing his hand over the spot he just struck. He bends down, placing a kiss between your shoulders. "Are you ready, princess?" You nod your head, kissing him softly to let him know you were alright. "That's my girl." He praises you with a smile. He gathers up your hair, pulling your head back to meet your eyes, his other hand holding on tightly to your waist, his fingers gripping you so tightly you knew he would leave marks behind. His pace rapidly picked up, every snap of his hips lurching your body forward, his hold on you the only thing keeping you in place. Moans tumbled from your lips like a prayer, the edges of your vision going white from the pure buildup of pleasure. You felt his chest press into your back, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of you, the knot in your core winding tighter from every thrust.

"Charles…" you pant out his name. "I'm gonna… Please don't stop…" You were fighting off your climax the best you could to last longer for him, but you knew he was going to break you any second.

"Does my girl want to cum?" He asks in a low, gravelly tone. You nod, tears pricking at your eyes solely from being overwhelmed by how good he made you feel. Seeing this only caused him to fuck you harder, his thrusts moving at a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You screamed in pleasure, whatever strength you had left in your body instantly giving out. Your legs shook as they collapsed beneath you, Charles fucking you into the mattress as his own climax grew close. He moans your name as he buried his cock as deep inside of you as he could manage. Your voice left your throat quiet and hoarse at the feeling of his release filling you. He eased himself out of you, you hissed at the slight sting you felt as he did so. "Don't move sweetheart, I'm gunna get you all cleaned up, okay?" You give him a sleepy nod in response, all of your energy spent. Charles heads into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning in between your legs before helping you get into bed under the covers. He crawls in next to you, you immediately nuzzle into his side.

"I love you honey." You say through a yawn, he wraps an arm around you, holding you close.

"I love you too princess." You could hear the smile in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You giggle. "You really wore me out tonight." You lean up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" You shook your head, letting it rest on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. "You're my everything, you know that?"

"And you're mine." You respond softly. You felt him hold you a little tighter. The two of you sharing a hushed conversation until you both drifted off in each other's arms.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Slowly but surely I am catching up! I do gotta admit, goddamn do I miss writing fluff lol. There might be more than one update coming over the next couple days, I have multiple Kinktober fics I'm working on at once to try and catch up. I hope you all enjoy this one!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, some praise, nothing too crazy in this one, you buy lingerie to surprise Charles and he can't help but rip it off you. I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

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You felt giddy as you continued to fuss with your makeup in the mirror. Charles would be home any time now and you had set up a special surprise for him. Over your time together you had noticed Charles fondness for the prettier things in life; artwork that filled practically every open space on the wall, suits made of the finest fabrics money could buy, spoiling you with sets of shining jewels that you always insisted were too much. You knew that when he came home to his pretty little Engel all done up in your new lingerie he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. "I'm home mein Herz, sorry I'm late!" You hear him call from the living room as he kicks the door shut behind him.

You looked yourself over one last time in the mirror, adjusting the bow you had tied to hold your robe together. You smoothed your hands over the black satin, barely able to contain your excitement. "I'm in here!" You call back as casually as you could. You sat on the edge of your bed, positioning youraelf so you would be the first thing he saw as he entered the room.

You hear him approaching with a groan, "What a day. I swear, you think Matthew would have a handle on collecting resources for one of his own classes-" He freezes as he walks through the door, his eyes instantly taking over your form. "Now, what do we have here?" A smile spreads across his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe.

"You work so hard, I wanted to give you a surprise when you got home." You smile coyly at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He straightens up, slowly sauntering over to you.

"Well this is definitely a welcomed gift, schön." You giggle as he crawls over you, his lips crashing into yours as he pushes you back into the bed. "Is there anything under the robe?" He asks, raising a curious eyebrow at you.

"Why don't you unwrap me and find out." You challenge, splaying out beneath him. He chuckles at your response.

"On your knees, pretty girl. It'll be hard to get you undressed if you're laying down." You shiver slightly, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck as he pulls away from you. You do as he asked, settling yourself on your knees and looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He tugs at the neat bow you had tied, the sahs easily coming undone. His eyes flashed from yours to the lace that peeked out from just underneath the robe along your breast. "So this is why you wouldn't show me what you bought shopping the other day, hm?" He teases you with a chuckle. He eased the satin down your shoulders, slowly revealing the skimpy bodysuit underneath, he glances at you playfully.

"What?" I gotta make you work a little for it." You razz in response.

He sighs, you caught a devious glint in his eyes as he turns away from you, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. "Mein Engel, you just love getting me all worked up don't you?" You swallow thickly, heat immediately pooling in your core at his time of voice. He shrugs off his shirt, stretching his back and rolling his neck in a way that shows off his strong form. He returns to his position standing in front of you, his fingers trailing up your sides before gripping tightly around the straps of your body suit. His eyes never left yours as he pulled roughly at the fabric, the sound of ripping cloth and cool air hitting your bow exposed abdomen making you shiver with anticipation as Charles physically tears the body suit in half. He drank in the sight of you, now only left in a matching black lace bra, panties and garter belt. He trails a finger up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your throat before taking your face tenderly in his hand. "There, now I can finally see my beautiful girl." He smiles at you, the sight causing your cheeks to grow warm. He traced his fingers along the edge of your bra, gazing at you longingly.

"Do you like it?" You ask coyly.

"Like it? I love it, Maus." His lips crash into yours, a startled squeak escaping you as you're pushed back onto the bed. He pushes himself in between your thighs, grinding against your core. His rough, calloused fingers massaged your sides. You whined as you pressed yourself into his hardening length. "So pretty for me, you know that?" You nod as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing teasingly over your entrance. You gasp as he pushes them inside your velvety walls. "And already so wet too." He smirks with a chuckle. He slowly starts to rock his fingers inside of you, taking his time to properly prepare you for his massive length. A never ending sea of praise clouded your mind as he coaxed you into letting go, allowing him full control over your pleasure. "Always so good for me, mein Engel." He gazed down at your divine form below him, the lace of your lingerie hugging perfectly to your curves. He slowly swipes the head of his cock over your entrance, you squirmed in anticipation which only caused him to chuckle at how adorable you looked. Your cheeks flushed, your hair haphazardly spread across the mattress, the rise and fall of your chest erratic as you patiently waited for him to give you the relief you wanted. He eased into you at an agonizingly slow pace, your back arching off of the bed as a lewd moan cracks from your throat. Charles curses under his breath, your soaked core allowing him to slide inside you effortlessly. Your hands wrapped around his strong arms, trying to keep yourself grounded as he mercilessly pounded into you. His hand presses flat across your stomach, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't wiggle away. The sounds that fell from your lips were unholy, Charles easily able to turn you into a screaming mess with every sharp snap of his hips. He collapses on top of you, propping himself on his forearms on either side of your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your head spin. Your eyes had trouble focusing on his features, in all honesty you were too blissed out to really care. But, the look on your partner's face alone was almost enough to send you over the edge. A soft, satisfied smile graced his lips as he looked down at you; your skin glowed under the dim lights, a light sheen of sweat covering every exposed bit of flesh, the meat of your thighs rippling with every loud slap of his skin against yours. "Beautiful." Was the only word he could find to describe the sight of you. He pulls out, your body laid limp in the sheets as you waited to see just what exactly he had planned for you.

"Do you think you have it in you to roll over, sweetheart?" You did as he asked before Charles hauled you up onto your knees, flush against his chest. "You picked out such pretty lingerie… I think we should make this a night to remember, don't you?"

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part III

WARNINGS: Depictions of battle, description of wounds/bodily injury, fatal arrow wounds, short graphic description of a decapitation, swearing, I think that's everything if I missed any please let me know!

Part II - Part IV

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"Good morning, Your Highness." You couldn't keep the smile off your face as he quietly entered the room. You quickly sent your maid off, assuring her you would be fine in the mercenary's capable hands

"Sir Charles, good morning." You close the book you were reading, offering to pour him a cup of tea as he sits in the chair opposite you.

"Oh, thank you Princess, but I wouldn't want to put you through the trouble." He chuckles.

"We go through this every morning, it is no trouble at all to make you a simple cup of tea." You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Fine, but only because you look like you're about to stab me if I refuse." He teases you with a laugh, you couldn't help but join in with giggles of your own. You carefully pour the tea into the waiting cup, Charles focusing intently on your small, delicate hands as they worked.

"See something interesting?" His eyes quickly snap up to your face, a gentle smile gracing your features. "You're staring."

"My apologies, Princess." He lets out a flustered chuckle. "I just always forget how petite your hands are." You hand him his cup and saucer, his fingers brushing over yours in the exchange.

"Surely it can't be that much of a difference." He held out his hand to you.

"May I?" You give him an apprehensive nod, letting your hand slip into his. He held his up alongside yours. His rough, calloused skin incredibly warm against your own. Your fingertips barely reached his first knuckle, his palm nearly twice as wide as your own. He chuckles at the sight before pulling back. You let your hand fall back into your lap, fighting off the heat that was slowly building in your cheeks.

"So, what story have you come to share today?" He ponders it for a moment, taking a long sip of his tea.

"Let's see, where did we leave off last time?" He hums pensively before continuing, "if I'm not mistaken I was telling you about one of our trips through the mountains?" You nodded, thinking back to the tale he had told you yesterday. "We were crossing the border into the next kingdom over…"

"I'm telling you, something doesn't seem right about this place." Matthew says, keeping a sharp eye on the treeline of the trail. "I feel like we have eyes boring into us from every direction." He looked ahead at his commander, Attila who was also unusually tense. The three of you alerted at the groaning of a tree branch overhead. "Get down!" Matthew shouts, an arrow whizzed overhead just as he ducked down, sticking into a nearby tree.

"My, my, if it isn't Commander Dorn in the flesh, my mistake gentlemen!" A chipper voice rings down from the foliage. Charles readied his axe, he was having trouble pin pointing exactly where the voice was coming from. Was this some kind of enemy attack? If it was, why was he wasting so much time talking? More branches creaked over head, the group trying to follow his path. He appeared from the leaves, dropping into the middle of the path, bow still in hand. "There's been a lot of bandits around these parts recently, forgive the confusion." Charles instantly recognized who they were looking at. Every town they had come across seemed to know of him. Rumors of a lanky man with a bow, a greater shot than Agilaz himself.

"You're that ranger they're all talking about, the one that came down from the North." The man quirks and eyebrow at him.

"Oh, so you've heard of me." He gives them a showman's bow. "Well, flattery will get you everywhere." He chuckles. "Name's Falk, I'd like to venture a guess at you being the Wolfborne Company."

"How have you heard of us all the way out here?" Attila asks, his stern expression never shifting.

"You've had some incredible exploits Commander Dorn, there isn't a single person around these parts that hasn't uttered your name. The fearless leader that carries a sword with a brass wolf head on the hilt." Falk's eyes narrow as they flash down to his Commander's weapon. Attila stares the man down, silently analyzing him.

"You have a horse?" He questions, Falk nods.

"He's a ways off in the woods, but yes."

"You're welcome to ride along with us if you'd like. A man with skills like yours would be a great asset to my company." Falk smirks, slinging his bow over his shoulder.

"Riding along side a band of mercenaries like you? I think it's the other way around." They planned to meet in the next town a couple miles up the path.

"Are you sure we can trust him?" Matthew asks Attila.

"No." He responds bluntly. "But whether we can trust him or not is irrelevant. We're much better off with him as an ally."

"So he's a good shot with a bow, I think he's awfully full of himself-"

"He missed Charles on purpose." Attila explains. "A ranger like him wouldn't miss such an easy shot, especially at a fraction of a centimeter like that."

"Don't think that warrants him riding with us." Charles mumbles.

"Ah, don't be so tough on him." Attila chuckles. "If he was in any way personable I'm sure he would've been snatched up by an army by now."

"It sounds like you and Sir Falk didn't get along at first." You giggle.

"Not in the slightest." Charles responds with a laugh. "Falk has a very… spontaneous personality, to put it lightly. He likes to get himself into trouble by rushing headfirst into things. I'm definitely one of the most tactical of the group. I have a tendency to overthink things."

"I can see why the two of you would butt heads." You say with a smile. "But, you two seem so close now, what happened?"

"Patience Princess, I was getting there." Charles assures you, chuckling at your eagerness. "We had been traveling with him for a couple weeks. We had decided to join up with another group of mercenaries we had worked with in the past, try and get a little extra money before the colder months came. They failed to mention how strong our opponents would be."

For the first time since the battle had started Charles was able to pause for a brief moment to take in the scene that was unfolding around him. The deafening clang of metal against metal never ceased, friend and foe alike lay dead at his feet. He had lost the other members of his company in the chaos, leaving him much more vulnerable than he would have liked. He whirled around at the sound of a loud thud behind him, a giant of a swordsmen falling to the ground, an arrow piercing directly through his throat. Charles' eyes drifted behind his attacker to find Falk standing there, bow still drawn. The two of them stared at each other, neither knowing what the appropriate thing to say in response would be. "Behind you!" Falk suddenly yells. Charles caught a flash of the ranger charging in his direction as he turned to face the threat. He swung his battleax wide, not knowing where his enemy was he would at least stand a chance at hitting him. The edge of his blade grazed the man's arm, not enough to do serious damage but enough to startle him backwards. "I'll cover you, take care of him. We have three more approaching on my side." Charles heaed the thunk of Falk's bow string as he sent an arrow. "Two more." He states smugly.

"Just don't get yourself killed." Charles says gruffly, he had more important matters to attend to than babysitting his Commander's golden goose. He locked eyes with his enemy, his prior look of surprise now nothing short of pure bloodlust. Charles stood his ground, carefully analyzing the man's movements as he prepared his attack. He was inexperienced; the grip he had on the hilt of his sword was awkward and noticeably too stiff, he took no sort of battle stance, the tip of his sword shook with unease. He charged forward with a yell, his voice cracking as he almost stumbled face first into the dirt. Charles stepped to the side, bringing his ax down swiftly on the man's blade, cracking it in half with ease. The man looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. It was apparent to Charles now that this was no man, no warrior of this kingdom's army, the boy cowering before him couldn't have been more than seventeen. Charles nods in the direction of the treeline, "get out of here, there's a town about a three days walk through the woods, if there's anyone left of the army they won't go looking for you there." The boy nods, scrambling off before Charles has a chance to change his mind.

"Shit!" He hears Falk curse. He spins on his heels to find him splayed on the ground, struggling to fight off the knife being forced towards his throat. Charles charged forward with a yell, throwing his full weight behind his swing when the man was in range. The blade sliced through his neck in one fell swoop, his head bouncing off of the ground with a full thud. Falk rolled the man's decapitated body off of him, panting as he struggled to catch his breath. "Charles… thank you." Charles holds out his hand to him, hoisting him from the ground. He brushes off Falk's shoulder.

"I thought I told you not to get killed." They share a laugh. Charles readied his ax at the sound of a snapping twig, by that time Falk had already retrieved an arrow from his quiver and shot it into the approaching man's neck.

"I know it probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but I'm eternally grateful that you saved my life."

"I'd hope you'd do the same for me, that's all." Charles responds with a smile.

"Not to get all emotional during battle, but I'm glad I got to join up with your company, you're a fine group of fighters." He states proudly.

"Save the tears for the victory banquet, we've still got work to do."

"What are you telling her that old, boring story for?" Falk appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the frame and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I need to make sure she knows how insufferable you used to be." Both of them laugh. "I take it I'm being summoned?" Falk nods.

"Roel was supposed to return from his expedition this morning, we're going to ride out to look for him." Charles informs him he'll be along shortly.

"I'm sorry to cut things short today, Your Highness." He apologizes, bowing his head slightly.

"There's no need to be sorry Charles." You reach out and carefully take his hand in yours. "I'm sure you'll find him, but good luck, and please… please be careful." He gently squeezes your hand in his, breathing out a chuckle at how tiny you were compared to him.

"I'll be careful, Your Highness. You have my word."

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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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

WARNINGS: None, nothing but fluff.

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You stared down at the small cream colored envelope that sat in the drawer of your nightstand, Charles' name swirled across the front in your neat script. You breathed out a long sigh before slamming the drawer shut. You sat on the edge of your bed, dropping your head into your hands. You had been harboring feelings for him for a while. What started off as awkward greetings as you passed by each other in the hall slowly turned into something more; shy waves and smiles led to Charles asking if he could sit with you in the dining hall, you found yourself timidly knocking on his office door to ask for help with a problem you could have easily solved yourself. The time you had spent with him allowed a wonderful friendship to blossom. But through all of those gentle nudges as the two of you teased each other on your spontaneous evening strolls and late night pancake dinners in his quarters that had you laughing until you had tears in your eyes you had fallen for him. You screamed as your door burst open, your best friend's heaving shoulders filled the doorway as she struggled to catch her breath. "Mya, what the hell, are you okay?"

"Charles is back." She gasps. You froze in place, your eyes widening at the news, resisting the urge to push past her and sprint through the halls until you found him. "I figured you'd want to know so you could, oh I don't know, give him that damn letter you wrote months ago." Your eyes briefly glanced down at the drawer.

"Nevermind the stupid letter." You groan as you pull your shoes on. "Where is he?"

"He was still at the entrance the last I saw him, he was talking with Matthew and Falk." She smirks at you, slipping in one last quip before slinking away. "Have fun with your little crush." She teases. You chuckle and roll your eyes before hurrying off to find him. Your slight jog gradually slowed to a stop as your eyes landed on him. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you tried to figure out exactly what you were going to say to him.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes flash up to see Charles had already realized you were there. He practically shoves past Matthew to make his way over to you. "How are you?" You notice him stoop down slightly to be closer to eye level with you, something he subconsciously did frequently when talking to you one on one. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in your chest. You weren't sure if you were going to cry or throw up. You were relieved he was back. You had missed him so terribly; the comfort he brought, the quality time you got to spend together, you missed everything about him. You quickly closed the gap between the two of you, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug.

"I'm glad you're back." You felt Charles go rigid at your touch. You were about to pull back, figuring you had crossed a line, when he crushed you against him. He was so warm, the way his strong arms squeezed around you, you felt so safe.

"I am too." He responds softly, a breathy chuckle lacing its way into his voice. The two of you reluctantly separate, Charles cleared his throat as he politely folds his arms behind his back. "I'm sorry to rush off on you but I have to go meet with Attila about my trip. Maybe…" his eyes darted away from you as he stuttered. "Maybe we could meet in the garden later? Say, around 8?" He asks nervously.

Your jaw fell slack. "Yeah." 'smooth… real smooth.' You mentally roll your eyes at your dumbfounded response. "I would love to." Charles smiles softly, his mossy green eyes finding yours.

"I'll see you at 8, then." He excuses himself, giving you one last glance over his shoulder as he heads down the corridor.

"You still haven't told him, hm?" Falk asks as he creeps up next to your shoulder.

"Father, that was something I brought up during confession, you're not supposed to bring that up." You chuckle as you glance back at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It's just us, and it seems you could use some advice." He retorts with a laugh. "Come, sit with me for a moment Sister." He motions for you to follow him, the two of you sitting in a bench basked in the early afternoon sunlight. Falk stretched out with a sigh, enjoying the warm rays as the two of you settled. "You've known Charles for a very long time. I'm sure you know that if he somehow doesn't return your feelings it wouldn't cause him to treat you any differently."

"I know that, it's just…" you paused as you searched for the right words to say. "If he rejects me it'll all really be over, at least this way I can still live in blissful ignorance. I know it's just a silly crush but, Falk, I really like him." You stare at your hands that were neatly folded in your lap.

"You're going to have to tell him sooner or later (Y/N), you can't just live in limbo for the rest of your life." He sighs as he ponders over some advice to give you. "Whatever happened to that letter I had you write?"

"It's still in a drawer in my room." You answer honestly.

Falk places a gentle hand on your shoulder, "maybe it's time you give it to him." He gives you a soft smile before standing, leaving you to your thoughts. You knew he was right, if you just kept your feelings bottled up you'd lose it eventually. Even now you had trouble keeping your composure around him. The slightest brush of his hand against yours, the smallest compliment, all of it threatened to turn you into a flustered mess in front of him. You wandered the halls, watching as the early afternoon slowly shifted to late, the sun preparing itself to set for the evening. You decided to head to the garden a little earlier than necessary, needing some time to calm your nerves. You took a deep breath, the sweet aroma of the summer flowers filling your nose. You watched as some bumble bees buzzed around, birds sang from a nearby tree. You loved spending time in the garden, but you weren't sure if it was because of the tranquility the garden provided or if it was all the memories it held of time spent with your favorite person.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." You perk up at the sound of Charles' voice.

"You didn't, don't worry. I was just enjoying the flowers." You smile up at him. He stands awkwardly next to the bench. You move over, patting the space next to you for him to sit. He stiffly sits down. "How did your trip go?"

"It went well, although I do have to say it gets rather lonely traveling abroad by myself." He chuckles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He's quiet for the moment, eyes trailing over the garden. "I missed you." He says softly.

A bashful smile spreads across your face, "I missed you too." You sit in a comfortable silence, both of you just enjoying being in each other's company again.

"Have you eaten?" You shake your head in response. "Would you like to join me for pancakes tonight?" He seemed much more confident than when he had asked you to meet him in the garden earlier. You smile brightly at him, a flustered giggle tumbling from your lips.

"That would be nice." He stands with a soft groan, offering his hand to you. He nods his head in the direction of the path that wound through the flowerbeds. Your hand hesitantly reached towards his, taking one final glance at his relaxed expression before you slipped your hand into his. He gently tugged you closer, arm linking with yours as he kept hold of your hand. The two of you walked along the gravel path, trading stories of what you had been doing during your time apart. You hadn't been up to anything exciting; taking a course with Father Roel about Germanic folklore, working in the library in the mornings, nothing really out of the ordinary. Charles had left for just about a month, working in one of the churches the Abbey had a particularly close relationship with.

"The service just doesn't feel right without seeing you roll your eyes at all my terrible jokes." He nudges you softly.

"Father Matthew's jokes don't land the same with the congregation." You tell him, your nose scrunching up like you were admitting an embarrassing secret about his brother. Charles laughs.

"Of course they don't, he has a terrible delivery." You can't help but giggle at his response. Charles looks out at the setting sun and hums, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "It's getting late, we should head in." He smiles as he guides you inside. Charles quarters always smelled of warm spices and damp earth, a smell that made your body relax. Your fingers ran over the soft yarn of the blanket that draped over the back of his old, well loved couch. The two of you stepped into his kitchen, the lights came on with the switches loud thunk. "Do you want to watch or help?" Charles asks you as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Help." You respond confidently. "I'm sure you've had a long day, you shouldn't have to cook dinner all by yourself." The two of you stood side by side at the sink washing your hands before gathering the ingredients you needed to make pancake batter from scratch. You hummed as you measured out the dry ingredients, Charles watching you with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. You start to mix your batter together, struggling to push around the contents of the large bowl.

"Here." He chuckles, stepping behind you. His hand engulfs the one you were using to hold the whisk, his other hand landing in your waist as he helped you. You felt your cheeks heat up at his sudden closeness, his hold on you strong yet gentle. You found yourself pressing your back into his chest, wanting to savor being this close to him. "Perfect." He smiles down at you before stepping away. He grabs the bowl, bringing it over to the skillet he had prepared on the stove. Charles' pancakes came out perfectly golden brown every time without fail, flipping them high in the air and having them land with a loud thwap in the skillet. "Plate of pancakes for you, beautiful." His eyes widened slightly as the nickname he had only been thinking about slipped out into the open.

"Why thank you, handsome." You respond with a giggle. The two of you take your plates and go and sit on the small patio off of his quarters. The chirps of crickets filled the air as Charles effortlessly got a fire started in the fire pit. He collapses next to you with a groan, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence. You let your head fall to rest against his shoulder. "These are delicious." You mumble, your mouth stuffed full of the fluffy pastry. You finish your plate, setting it in the small table at your side before resuming your position snuggled up at Charles' side. He tentatively wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"Maybe next time I have to go on a trip you should come with me. I think you'd have fun getting to travel." His thumb ran languidly over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"It would definitely be better than being here without you." You admit with a giggle. His eyes glimmer as he looks down at you.

"You're so beautiful, libeling." He cups your cheek softly. You swallow thickly, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. His eyes slowly fall to your lips, both of you at a complete loss for words. You found yourself shifting closer to him, your mind catching up with what you were doing just as your eyes were about to slide shut. You startled back from him, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you on the small sofa.

"I, um, it's late, I should go." You stand, hurrying back inside, dropping your plate in the sink before darting out the door. You didn't pause, any slow in your movements he would use to catch up with you. Not knowing how you would go about explaining your sudden outburst that was a situation you wanted to avoid for the time being. You rushed to your room, grabbing the letter that had been burning a hole in your nightstand drawer for months, before heading down to the only place you could think to go. Your knuckles tapped against Father Falk's office door. He stepped into the hall with a confused expression on his face.

"(Y/N)? It's awfully late, what can I do for you?" He asks as he leans against the doorframe.

"Father, I'm sorry it's so late, can I trouble you to join me for confession." You ask him bashfully, your voice still shaking slightly from the built up adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

"Of course my dear, come on. Let's take a walk down to the chapel." He offers you an encouraging smile as he slings an arm across your shoulders. "Can I venture a guess and say something happened between you and Charles?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I guess you could say that." You say with a weak chuckle. You explained the situation to him; your walk around the garden, eating dinner together, the kiss that just barely didn't happen. "I just want to read you the letter I wrote. Even if it's not to him I need to let these feelings out somewhere." He stands at the opposite entrance to the confessional, giving you one final nod before ducking in. You knelt, closing the curtain securely beside you before retrieving the letter out of your pocket. You carefully peeled open the sealed edge, pulling out the neatly folded papers. You shook off what you presumed was your own paranoia, it sounded as if someone was quietly walking closer to the confessional, but nobody had any reason to be down in the chapel this time of night. You clear your throat before beginning, "Charles, even after thinking about how I wanted to start this letter I still haven't found a good way to do so. So, I'm just going to jump straight to the point. I've found myself falling for you. There hasn't been a moment that you first introduced yourself to me that hasn't brought a smile to my face. The gentleness in your eyes while you push stray hair out of my face in the garden, how you never fail to come see me when you get home from a trip, our long, late night conversations between you me and the moon, and our ever favorite pancakes for dinner. I'll never forget any of it." You rambled on paragraph after paragraph you had written down as you let the raw emotions you felt for him take over you. After you had finished it you let out a long sigh. "Thank you for listening to all of that." You chuckle, suddenly feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You stepped out of the confessional, freezing at the sight before you. Charles sat in the pew just outside where you had spilled all the feelings you'd been hiding away from him, a dumbstruck smile spread across his face. Falk stepped out a moment after you, struggling to hold back the gasp that almost escaped him.

"I'll, uh, leave you two to talk." He calls you on the shoulder as he walks past you. You look at Charles nervously, fidgeting with your hands as you tried to figure out what to say.

"How much of that did you hear?" You voice was barely a whisper, lucky any words were even coming out at all.

"All of it liebling." His eyes immediately travel to you as he responds. "Would you like to come sit with me for a moment?" He moved over, giving you space to sit in the pew next to him. "Am I really that scary?" He chuckles.

"No, you're not scary." You return his soft laughter. "You're my best friend, I just didn't want to risk ruining that." The calloused pads of his fingers slide along your jaw, guiding your face to look at him.

"What makes you think I wouldn't return your feelings, Hase?" His thumb languidly strokes across your skin, you felt intoxicated by his touch. You stared up at him eyes wide and pupils blown as his warm gaze trapped you in this moment with him. His head dipped down, lips capturing your own in a gentle kiss. Charles fingers slid into your hair, holding you close as he memorized what kissing you felt like. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. "I fell for you the moment we met." He whispers against your lips before kissing you once again, slightly more heated than the first time. The feeling of him kissing you was completely overwhelming. Your head spun, your heart raced, every inch of your body felt like it had burst into flames. You smiled against him as the unmistakable taste of syrup coated your tongue.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 4 months ago

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Upcoming Fics!

(I figured I'd start playing one of these every so often so you guys can get a preview of what I'm working on! This is everything I currently have in the works to be posted here over the next few weeks! I'd love to know which fic you guys are looking forward to the most!)

The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) SMUT - First installment of The Sacrilege Series! Mutual pining turns into something more when Reader confesses that they've been having sinful thoughts about one of the High Clergy Members.

Unnamed Iceburg x Fem! Reader one shot, Fluff/Smut - Reader returns to her home of Water7 after years of running for her past. On a mission to apologize for how things ended between them she quickly realizes she's still deeply in love with her former flame. Will she finally forgive herself for her mistakes so they can be together?

Right Beside You (working title) (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF REQUEST - Reader finds herself in Vessel's company as a bad thunderstorm rolls in. Vessel is very quick to jump in to try and provide comfort maybe he was just looking for an excuse to hold you in his arms as the two have a quiet intimate evening in her apartment. Separate from Fall For Me universe.

The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT REQUEST - The second installment of The Sacrilege Series! Father Matthew asks you to participate in a ritual with him, more details to come...

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) Part 10 - An unexpected visitor arrives at Reader's doorstep, after the jarring wake up call the four make the most of their time snowed in.

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) Part 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - Reader finds her growing feelings for her boss harder to keep hidden, Henry tries to teach Will how to flirt, Sarah decides to take things into her own hands, awkwardness and fluff ensue.

The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - Third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Reader has made the decision to officially join the church. Part of this process is being baptized in the lake behind the Abbey. As she finds her nerves growing she turns to Father Charles who hopes to alleviate any worries from his favorite Sibling.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 10 months ago

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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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Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval Powerwolf x Fem!Princess! Reader) - Part I

Summary: 5 daughters of the King find themselves falling for one of the members of a talented band of mercenaries. Their stories intertwine as they embark on a journey of self discovery and finding true love through every challenge they face.

WARNINGS: Mention of character death, slight descriptions of stabbing someone with a sword

Part II

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You sat with your hands folded neatly in your lap, posture as straight as you could possibly muster in the chair at your mother’s side. Your father chatted jovially with the leader of his most infamous band of mercenaries, The Wolfborne Company. You caught his gaze, a flirtatious smile passing over his lips as your eyes met his. "I'd be more than honored to escort the Princess to her meeting with the Duke. It's the least I could do after all the hospitality you've shown us, Your Grace." You aggressively stabbed into one of the vegetables that sat on your plate.

“(Y/N), what has gotten into you?” Your mother whispers harshly at your antics. You sucked in a deep breath as you struggled to regain your composure. He always managed to get under your skin, you loathed the fact he could get such a reaction out of you.

“Excuse me.” You loudly push your chair back from the table, hurrying out of the dining hall. You couldn’t keep the scowl off your face at the sound of him chuckling, undoubtedly at your disgusted appearance. It wasn’t that you had a particular disdain for the Wolfborne Company, it was just their commander. Attila Dorn was one of the most boorish, insolent brutes you had ever met. You huffed angrily, fussing with your skirts in an attempt to get them out of the way of your feet. "He is being absolutely ridiculous, I am the last person to need an escort." You spit out the word like it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You huff, collapsing onto the stone bench you had stumbled across in the garden.

"Sounds to me like it could be a pretty dangerous journey, Princess." Your scowl darkened at the sound of his voice. "Wouldn't want the King's eldest to get into trouble meeting a potential suitor, now would we?" You didn't even want to give him the satisfaction of glancing in his direction.

"I would be just fine going to visit the Duke on my own, thank you very much." You cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles, a sound that makes your blood boil. You reluctantly look up at him as he steps into your direct line of sight. "Surely one of your men has a greater sense of decency than you, I should be going with one of them at the very least." He breathes out a laugh, an unamused look on his face as he stares down at you.

"Just be ready to go by dawn, Your Majesty." It was impossible to ignore the mocking tone in his voice as he stated your title, giving you a pathetic bow before stomping off. Your eyes trailed after him as he left, only until your attention was caught by the sound of laughter deeper in the garden. You let out an amused sigh, playfully rolling your eyes as you recognized it was one of your sisters laughing. You stood, not wanting to interrupt whatever she could possibly be up to. Well, that was your intent at least. Before you had a chance to exit the gardens she stumbled into view, Matthew Greywolf of Attila's band of mercenaries in tow. The two had been seeing each other in secret for quite some time now. They both froze when they saw you, matching wide eyed stares adorned their features. You held a finger to your lips, letting her know you'd keep quiet about what you had seen. You turned and headed back towards the castle, you had a trip to prepare for. You sat in your chambers, struggling to make a selection on which gowns you would like to bring with you for your visit to the Duke.

"Is everything alright, Miss? You seem a bit down." One of your handmaid's asks, perching herself at your side.

"Yes Charlotte, I'm quite alright, they're both just so beautiful I don't know which one to pick." You feign a laugh to amuse her. She went back to assisting you in your choices, leaving you to sit and ponder. If you were being entirely honest, you felt a bit bored by the whole situation. The Duke should have been everything you could ever want; a man of status, someone who could easily take care of you, someone who would be there to assist you in taking over for your father once he had passed on. The Duke wasn't a terrible man by any means, either. He was kind, charming, and handsome. The perfect husband for the Princess. The only issue was the fact that your heart simply didn't belong to him. He was a smart match, you understood that better than anyone. It was your duty to uphold the values and expectations of a kingdom that would one day be yours. But you couldn't shake the memory of the wide eyed little girl sitting at your mother's vanity, her telling you stories of charming princes and adventures in far off lands. Stories about falling in love with a person made exactly for you. Marrying for love never seemed like a feasible option for you. You had been studying and training to become the head of the royal household for as long as you could remember, but you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt to let go of the dream you had as a little girl. Once your handmaids had finished loading up your trunk you dismissed them for the evening, wanting to turn in since you had to get an early start the next morning.

You groaned as one of your handmaids pushed open the curtains, the first light of day just beginning to break over the horizon. "Good morning Miss." She greets you with a smile. You return her greeting, stretching before dropping your feet to the cold wooden floor. She helped you dress, making sure every tie, clasp, and button was done up properly before you headed down to meet Sir Attila and your coachman.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Your coachman bows politely before offering you his hand to help you into the carriage. Attila was already seated inside. He offered you no greeting, just his usual bored expression.

"Sir Attila, good morning." You tried your best to sound cordial.

"I'm surprised, I thought you'd be throwing a tantrum in front of your father about me escorting you." He states with a smug grin. You roll your eyes, turning your attention out the window.

"A lady doesn't throw tantrums." You snip. "If my father believes you're the best man to get me to and from my visit with the Duke safely I have to trust his judgment." You fold your arms over your chest. The carriage lurched a bit as you set off, a tension hanging between the two of you as you sat in an uncomfortable silence. You watched the trees lazily roll by out the window, every so often getting caught up by the sight of birds dancing through the air.

"I apologize for addressing you so rudely, Princess." He mutters, never glancing in your direction. You had to stop the smile that attempted to creep across your lips.

"You're forgiven." You would be traveling for about three days. You were a bit shocked when the carriage stopped and Attila offered his hand to help you out. "Thank you." You say softly, your eyes locking with his as you carefully take the step down. You rested on a nearby rock as you watched him quickly set up camp. Being a mercenary definitely had its benefits in this situation, your tents were set up and a fire was going rather quickly. You kept to yourself, enjoying the stillness of the night air, the shrill chirps of crickets surrounding you. You jumped slightly at the feeling of someone nudging your shoulder.

"You should eat, we still have a lot of traveling ahead." He holds out a bowl of some type of porridge. "I know this is probably insufficient compared to your usual supper, but it'll keep your strength up." You take it from him, your fingers brushing over his gloved ones. He stood by your side for a moment, a silent presence you were grateful for. Ever since the process of finding a suitor had started you had felt more alone than ever. You had your four younger sisters, of course. But they could never understand the kind of pressure you were under. You heard Attila shift, signaling he was about to head back to the fire.

"Attila," he didn't respond, but the silence that followed told you he was listening. "Would you sit with me… just for a little while longer?"

"Of course, Your Highness." He sounded a bit shocked by your request. He sits with his back to yours, both of you quietly eating your meals. "I think it's really admirable how serious you are about being next in line for the throne."

You chuckle, "I'm sorry, did the great Commander Attila just give me a compliment?" You hear him return your laugh. You found yourself smiling, lazily stirring the porridge in your bowl. "Attila?" He grunts. "You can call me by my first name if you'd like." You mutter softly.

"I think it's best if we don't muddy the waters, Your Highness." You're cut off by the sound of your horses getting startled and running off. Attila sensing that something was wrong immediately went on guard. "Stay behind me." You stood, pressing yourself as close to him as possible. He was alerted by the sound of a snapping branch, "get down!" He grabs you, forcing you to duck down by shielding your body with his. An arrow whizzing by was heard overhead followed by the struggled gasp of your coachmen. Attila draws his broadsword, commanding you to sit behind the rock. "If you see anyone you scream. I will be here to protect you, I promise." Before your very eyes, gone was the bumbling brute you were used to seeing around the castle. Commander Dorn now stood before you, just as strong and focused as the stories you had heard of his triumphs on the battlefield. His eyes darted up before he rushed forward, the sound of metal clanging together not far behind you. Your hands shook, your tight corset only adding to your fear ridden anxious breathing, jumping at every potential darting shadow. Your eyes widened as you watched a man emerge from the brush, flail in hand and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Attila!" You cried out for him. Faster than you could comprehend he was in front of you, expertly deflecting the man's attack with a single blow. He grabbed the man by his chest plate, yanking him forward and sending his sword straight into his side. The man collapsed on the ground without a sound, Attila stood in the middle of the clearing breathing heavily. You both perked up at the sound of a much larger group closing in quickly.

He grabs your arm, hoisting you from the ground. "Run." He pulls you in the direction of the trees. You hurried to gather up your skirts, trying your hardest not to trip over the fabric or the roots jutting from the ground. Pure terror wracked through your body, the pure adrenaline the only thing keeping you moving. You were trying your best to listen, hoping you would have lost the group by now, but they were still trailing you through the forest. You almost collapsed as the realization crossed your mind, the sound was growing closer.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 11 months ago

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Announcement for Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves

Over the next couple weeks I will be going back and editing the first 6 chapters. The story is no longer going to be Powerwolf x Reader it's going to be switched over to x OC to make it less confusing, bad call on my part setting it up that way lol. But that will be rolling out alongside updates to Dances in the Moonlight, Fall For Me, and the next chapter of Band of Sisters (shirtless ranger Falk? Yes, please!) Thank you all so much for reading!!

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ghost-in-the-hall · 3 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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