#falk x reader fan fiction

[ghost-in-the-hall]

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

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

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

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

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Color?" He asks you once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kinktober Day 3: Primal Play (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Welcome to Day 3 of Kinktober! Oh boy, am I nervous about tonight! I've been wanting to write this fic for a long time and I finally bit the bullet and did it! I hope you all like it, thank you so much for reading and your continuous support it means the world to me truly 🖤

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ CONTENT, primal play, established relationship, chasing through the woods, biting, clawing, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, clothes ripping, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, cursing, aftercare, I think that's everything let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

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You struggled to keep yourself quiet as you searched desperately for a place to hide, your labored breathing would be a dead give away once he caught up to you. Your eyes darted in the direction of a snapping branch, the sound coming from a much closer distance than you would have liked. You struggled to control your pounding heart as you tried to get a grasp on your surroundings. "Sweet Hase." You couldn't tell exactly where his voice was coming from, the echo that rang through the woods making it seem as if you were surrounded. "Surely you don't think you can outrun me." You could hear him approaching. His steps were slow, deliberate. Despite the fact that he couldn't possibly have spotted you he knew he had cornered you for the time being, he was toying with you. You crouched down, hoping the few extra seconds of concealing your presence would be enough for you to formulate some type of plan. The way you saw it you had two options; bury yourself amongst the brush and hope he wouldn't find you, or make a break for the Abbey and pray that you had enough of a lead on him to make it back before he caught up. You knew the former had a very slim chance of succeeding, once he got close enough you were positive Falk would be able to smell the fear radiating off of you. Your only option was to run. You glanced up at the sky, the bright moon hanging high above your head as you tried to distinguish which direction you needed to run in. "Found you." His voice rose like a growl from his throat, your head snapped in his direction. You bolted off into the night; branches whipping your face, roots trying to entangle your ankles with every foot fall. You could hear Falk rapidly approaching behind you. He was having a much easier time making a direct path to intercept your weaving trail. You spared a glance backwards, watching him vault himself over a fallen log with ease. You had to lose him. You took a sharp left as the remnant of a path came into view, running straight for as long as the forest floor would allow you to. You ducked behind a tree as the sound of him chasing after you had dissipated, your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, trying to listen to the sounds around you, hoping you could pinpoint exactly where he was. You dared to look around the tree you had shielded yourself with. You couldn't see him but you could still feel eyes on you. Through the trees you could see the warm lights of the Abbey in the distance, you were almost safe. You roughly wiped your arm across your forehead, sweat beading on your skin in the humid summer night. Believing the coast to be clear you began running again. "There you are!" You hear him exclaim as a twig snaps under your foot. He tore through the brush, you couldn't stop the shrill shriek that forced itself from your throat as you scrambled to keep ahead of him. The Abbey was in view, you just had to keep running. Your legs struggled to continue carrying you forward, trembling in both fear and pure exhaustion.

"Fuck!" You curse loudly as a sharp branch catches your leg, a sharp sting running down your thigh as it tore your pants. You bursted into the clearing, nearly bursting into tears as you saw the safety of the Abbey. Falk burst from the treeline mere seconds after you, skidding to a halt as he hungrily searched for you. You had paused for the briefest of moments, the second his dark gaze landed on you he broke out in a wide, sharp smile. He took a few slow steps towards you, you were trying to force your body to move. You let out a pathetic whine at the sight of him, not bothering to rush things as he figured you had no strength left to spare.

"What's the matter Hase?" Is my little bunny trapped?" He chuckles. You looked at the Abbey again, you were so close. You forced yourself to move, knowing it wouldn't be enough. The pure adrenaline coursing through your veins is the only energy that remains in you. You just had to keep running. If he got his hands on you there would be no fighting him off. You yelped as your foot got caught under a root, sending you slamming to the ground. You tried to scramble to your feet, a burst of air filling your lungs as you pushed yourself with everything you had left in you. Falk seemed to move incomprehensibly fast. The moment you stood he was on top of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your body as he tackled you to the ground, both of you landing with a loud thud. His breath was hot against your ear as he crushed you beneath his full weight. You squirm underneath him, try to push him off you, try to lift your body, anything to get away. But it didn't work. You shuddered as his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. "What a shame, guess you weren't fast enough." You could hear the fake pout he was putting on in the tone of his voice. You clawed at the dirt, not giving up your fight despite the fact both of you knew you stood no chance. His fingers slipped into your hair, tugging harshly at the strands to lift your face from the ground. "Still have some fight left in you, hm?" He purrs. You gasp as he pushes his hips into you, his massive bulge rubbing over the curve of your ass. "You won't have the strength when I'm finished with you, Hase." He drops your hair, shifting so he could straddle your lower back and keep you pinned under his weight. He unzipped his sweatshirt, haphazardly discarding it in his rush to claim you. The sweat gleamed off of his pale skin under the light of the moon, his hair sticking to his forehead as he dragged a tired hand down his face with a groan. You were a reward well worth the effort. "You poor thing, your legs probably wouldn't let you run anymore if you tried." You whimpered as he slowly slid a hand up the inside of your thigh. You attempted to throw your hips up to throw him off you, an action that earned a sharp slap to your ass as his knees prodded into your sides. You whined at the sting that coursed across your skin, Falk chuckles at your helpless state.

The dew that sparkled across the grass soaked into your shirt as he laid himself across your back once more. His hand slides around your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to give you a dizzying head rush. You whimper softly as his free hand slips under your torso, groping at your clothed chest with a growl. "Now this won't do at all, will it?" His hands grab at the collar of your shirt, tearing it down the middle with one loud rip. You gasp as his fingers graze your nipple, now covered by only the thin lace of your bra. Your soft sounds only excited him more, he ruts into you from behind, his long fingers trailing down your body. "Such a beautiful little Hase, all for me to ruin." His voice was sickly sweet, the vague threat causing you to squirm. His arm grabs your waist, hoisting your hips up so you are on your knees, a hand between your shoulder blades keeping your upper half pinned to the ground. He grabs the waistband of your pants, ripping them off your legs and discarding the torn fabric. You shivered as he completely exposed you. He ran his fingers over your slick entrance, you keened under his touch. "You're so wet bunny." He chuckles. He quietly hushes you as he slips his fingers inside you, your loud desperate cry echoing through the empty field. He takes his time working you over with his fingers, teasing at your clit as he stretches you in preparation to take all of him. You squirmed under his touch, wincing slightly as rocks below you dug into your skin. You gritted your teeth, digging your fingers into the earth as you tried to pull yourself away from him. Falk growls, hands grabbing tightly onto your hips as he flips you over onto your back. His fingers slam back into you, thumb assaulting your clit causing you to scream his name. "You are mine, do I make myself clear?" You couldn't think straight enough to answer him, needy moans and whimpers falling from your lips like a prayer. He grabs your face roughly in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Answer me bunny." His normally bright eyes were clouded with lust as he beheld the sight before him. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." You whimper weakly, barely able to form the words in your pleasure drunk state.

"You, what? Come on Hase, use your words." He coos at you, absolutely adoring the fact he could make your brain melt with just his fingers.

"You, Father." You pant out the words he was searching for. He hurriedly unzipped his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his massive erection. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He smirked as he watched you try to control yourself, you bit hard into your bottom lip to try and quiet your sinful sounds as your back arches off the ground, feeling every inch of his thick length stretch your walls. He groans as your warmth surrounds him, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. He bites your skin harshly causing you to yell, no doubt leaving teeth marks behind.

"All mine, my sweet Maus." There was an unmistakable shift in his tone as he fucked into you slowly. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head as he grinds his hips against you. He manages to somehow push himself even deeper inside of you. You moan loudly, your legs trembling as they weakly clamped around him. Falk curses, large hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good Hase." He growls, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. He moans, squeezing your flesh between his fingers. "You feel so fucking good Maus." The intimidating aura he had while chasing you was slowly being replaced with his growing need. You screamed as every single one of his thrusts caused his massive erection to slam against the deepest parts of you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as nothing but pure pleasure courses through you, his merciless pace had you seeing stars. Falk rests a warm hand on the side of your face, wiping away some of the tears from your eyes with his thumb. "My beautiful girl. Fuck, you feel so good." His thrusts were becoming sloppy as he chased his climax. He wraps his strong arms around your legs, holding you in place as he repeatedly slammed into you. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, Falk's relentless thrusts giving your orgasm no time to build before he tipped you completely over the edge.

You sobbed out his name, desperately clinging to him as you fought to remain conscious. Falk growled, biting and sucking harshly at your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. It was a declaration; you were his. Mind, body, and soul you belonged to him, and you wouldn't have it any other way. His breathing was ragged, his whole body soaked in sweat. From his position towering above you droplets fell from him and splattered across your bare chest. You whimpered, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. He groaned, his hips stuttering as you felt his hot seed pour into you. His pace slowed, soft moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips as he fucked his climax as deep inside you as he could. You winced slightly as he pulled out, the sudden emptiness paired with the slight sting from your abused cunt causing you to whimper. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sound coming from your heaving breaths and the crickets chirping in the still night air. He gently took hold of your legs, attempting to help you fully lay down in the grass. You yelped at the feeling of his fingers bumping into where you had been grazed by a branch earlier. His tired expression was quickly replaced with one of concern as he examined you. "I caught myself on a bush, it's just a bit sore." You admit, your voice hoarse as it crackled from your throat.

Seeing that there wasn't much damage besides a thin scratch he allowed himself to relax. He carefully pushed some of the hair that was stuck to your forehead out of your face. Falk's warm brown eyes had returned again, looking down at you lovingly as he helped you get settled. "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" He asks softly. You could tell how worried he was that he accidentally took things too far.

You shook your head, "I actually had a lot of fun." A weak giggle escapes you, your head lulling to the side to look at him. You reach out and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I promise I'm alright honey, just a bit tired." He offers you a soft smile.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up, hm?" He brings your knuckles to his lips before standing. He turns away from you, almost seeming embarrassed as he readjusted his pants. He finds the sweatshirt he tossed before kneeling next to you where you were still laying on the ground. He places an arm behind your back, carefully helping you into a seated position. "I kind of… destroyed your clothes." He chuckles bashfully.

"It's alright." You lean in and kiss his cheek. He helps you into his sweatshirt, zipping it up for you. You sighed as the warm, soft material blanketed your body, burying your nose into the fabric that smelled like Falk, that smelled like home. He cradles you in his arms, being as gentle with you as possible as he carries your half naked form back into the Abbey. Everyone would be asleep at such a late hour, the two of you trying to keep your voices down during your hushed conversations and flustered giggles. He sets you on the bathroom counter as he draws the two of you a bath, carefully undressing you before taking your hand and guiding you towards the steaming water. You groaned as you sank down into it, your muscles utterly spent from your activities this evening. Falk slips in behind you, allowing you to nestle yourself against his chest. He wets your hair, taking extra precautions to ensure he didn't get any water in your face. He traces his fingers over the dark bruises and bite marks that littered your body, a soft smile spreading across his lips. You tilt your head back to look at him, he places a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you so much." You whisper. He traces a finger along your jaw.

"I love you too Maus." He grins down at you before placing a kiss to your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MINORS DNI, MDNI, 18+, pnv sex, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex. Mostly fluff, mutual pining, Falk being a sweetheart

A/N: I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE!! This was a request I got a while ago from a wonderful anon who wanted some Powerwolf smut, IM HERE TO DELIVER!!

Prompt: "Every thought I have about you is improper

Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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"(Y/N)." You glanced up at your name being called from Attila's office.

"Coming." You respond, finishing the sentence you were writing before leaving your desk. You approached his desk where he was buried in paperwork like usual. 

"I was supposed to be attending a conference with Father Falk this weekend, I'm going to need you to go in my place." He didn't bother to look up from the form he was filling out, a blessing on your end. He wouldn't be able to see your wide eyed, flustered gaze.

"Does, um… Is Father Falk aware of this?" He shook his head. "And the rest of the high clergy?"

"They all already have prior engagements." You nod. You stood there in silence for a moment, searching for any last ditch attempt at escaping. "What are you not telling me?" Now you were in trouble, he had a knack for knowing when you weren't being fully honest with him. Attila set his pen down, giving you his full, undivided attention. "Has Father Falk treated you poorly?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that." You should have just accepted his request and left. Attila always had a way of prying your deepest secrets out of you, and now was no different. Your best option was trying to skirt around the root of the problem until you could find a way to slink off. "Father Falk has never been anything but kind towards me. You've known him much longer than I have, I'm sure you're aware that he's a perfect gentleman." You chuckle awkwardly, a memory of Falk holding a door open for you flashed through your mind. His kind eyes, bright smile, and gentle voice. You felt yourself starting to sweat. You swallowed thickly, trying to force a smile into your face. Attila raised an eyebrow at you, noticing your flustered demeanor in an instant.

"I see." He gives you a knowing smirk. Shit. He waves you on, "if you have any questions about your duties this weekend I'm sure Falk will have no issue answering them for you." You nod, politely dismissing yourself. "Oh, and (Y/N)..." You freeze, "try and relax." He chuckles softly as you flit out the door. You made your way down to Falk's office, knuckles tentatively knocking against the door frame.

"Ah, (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise." He studies you for a moment under his kind gaze. You notice him glance at the clock on the wall. "I would like to warn you I do have to leave shortly, but what can I help you with, my dear?"

"Father Attila sent me, I guess I'm going in his place for the conference." You found yourself nervously swaying on your heels, far more focused on the floor than the man sitting in front of you.

"Oh good, I was worried I was going to end up going by myself." He chuckles softly. "Well, I suggest you bring formal attire, we usually get invited to a lot of dinners. We'll leave in about an hour." You hurried back to your room to pack, not wanting to keep him waiting. You sighed as you shrugged on your backpack, dragging your other suitcase behind you. You jumped back slightly as you opened the door, being greeted with the image of Falk standing there preparing to knock on your door.

“Oh God, am I late?” You ask frantically, checking the time.

“Not at all!” He rushes to reassure you, wildly waving his hands as if to brush off any remaining anxiety. “I just wanted to help with your bags, it’s a long walk down to the garage.” He chuckles, you feel your shoulders relax. He moves cautiously, not wanting to startle you any further. He takes your suitcase, the two of you walking in silence down the hallway. "Are you nervous?" He tries to break up the silence with a single question.

"A little." You chuckle. "Every time I've had to go to one of these conferences it's always been as a mediator. I'm sure you're well aware, but Father Attila has a tendency to be a bit abrasive." Falk laughs and nods.

"That's one way to put it." He glances over at you, eyes trailing over your frame for a moment. "I'm glad he asked you to go in his place, I couldn't have asked for better company." You blush, smiling down at the ground to hopefully hide your bashful expression.

"It'll be nice to spend some time with you as well, Father Falk." You loaded your bags into his car and set out on your way. You kept to yourself mostly during the ride there, you and Falk on friendly enough terms to be comfortable around him but you didn't have the slightest idea what to talk to him about. Everyone always marveled over the fact that you spoke with Attila effortlessly, they seem to neglect the fact that you had been his assistant for the better part of a decade in order to reach the level of comfortability the two of you had together. You reached for the radio, wanting at least something to break up the silence in the car. You jumped slightly as Falk's hand collided with yours. Your eyes snapped in his direction, worried he would be upset with you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Your voice trailed off at the sight of his gentle gaze studying your face

"Great minds think alike, huh?" He chuckles, motioning for you to continue. You hesitantly reached out for the radio, taking one final glance up at him to make sure it was really okay before selecting a station. You picked something you felt like you could mutually agree on before allowing yourself to sink back into the warm leather of the car. You noticed a puzzled expression cross his features, "this is what you normally listen to?" You shake your head with a giggle.

"No, but I won't make you suffer through my music." You joke.

"Well then, how am I supposed to learn anything about you?" He asks with a small smirk, the mischievous glint in his eye impossible to miss.

"You could always just ask me." You turned yourself slightly in your seat to face him. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"Scary? No. Pretty enough to make me forget how to string a proper sentence together? Absolutely." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the realization that he had just said that out loud rapidly setting in. "Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty." You both sat in silence for a moment.

Falk cleared his throat, "so, are you more of a dog or a cat person?" You can't help but laugh at the question. You watch a smile creep across his lips, "what?"

"Nothing, I just didn't expect that to be the first question you asked me." You let your head lull to the side to look at him. You don't think you had ever seen him in casual clothes, and it was definitely a sight you could get used to. "I'd say I'm probably more of a dog person." He breathes out a laugh as he nods.

"Good answer." The two of you went back and forth asking questions for pretty much the whole car ride. You were honestly a bit shocked to discover just how much the two of you had in common. You pulled up to the inn you would be staying in, the car filled with the jovial sounds of laughter and excited conversations. "Father, welcome back." The plump old woman at the check in counter greets Falk with a bright smile. 

"Happy to be back Esther." He motions to you. "This is Father Attila's assistant, (Y/N), she'll be staying with me this weekend." Esther looks between the two of you.

"Oh goodness. Well, I would just like to let you know that the room you booked for only had one bed." She grimaces slightly as she informs you.

"Are there any rooms available with two beds?" You noticed him pale slightly as she shook her head.

"Unfortunately we're in the height of tourist season right now, we're full up I'm afraid." She ponders over your options for a moment. "It looks like all of our cots are already in use as well… your room has a couch, maybe that's something? I'm incredibly sorry Father, I wish there was more than I could do. I'd be more than happy to give you a refund if you'd like to try booking elsewhere-"

"Nonsense, Esther, we've been coming here for years, we want to give you our business." He smiles warmly at her. "We'll work with the couch, don't worry." He pats the desk, trying his best to reassure her that it was fine. You lug your bags up to the room. It was surprisingly spacious for an inn; fresh white linens matched the curtains that billowed in the breeze of the open balcony door, a small seating area with a couch and two matching chairs occupied one corner of the room. You jumped slightly as Falk rested a hand on your shoulder, "you make yourself comfortable, I'll take the couch."

"Oh, Father, I can take the couch, it's really no problem." You could tell by the expression he was giving you that there was absolutely no changing his mind. "Are you really sure? You should be well rested for the conference."

"I'll be just fine." He gently pats your head with a smile as he walks past you. "And, (Y/N)?" You give him a hum of affirmation. "It's just Falk." He chuckles.

"Right," you grimaced slightly, remembering all the times he had tried to correct you out of using honorifics with him, "sorry." He smirks slightly as he sets up some of his work on the small table. You sit on the couch next to him, letting the warm air wash over you from the outside. "This place is really nice."

"We've been coming here for years, Esther used to attend our church actually. Not to mention, since it is tourist season for them, they set off fireworks on Friday's which we can see from our room." He breathes out a laugh at your excited expression, eyes studying your features for another moment. "Would it be alright if I took you out to dinner tonight?"

You nod, giving him a bashful smile. "I'd like that." After finishing up some paperwork the two of you got ready. Dressed in your finest formal attire Falk brought you to one of the nicest restaurants in town. It was beautiful, but the atmosphere felt stiff compared to what you were used to. You felt like everyone in the room could tell that you didn't come from a lavish background and it honestly made you feel a little self conscious. You set down your menu with a sigh, nervously fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. You glanced up only to see Falk peering over his glasses at you. He sets down his menu, stopping your waiter as he passes by. He explains that the two of you had gotten called away to handle an emergency so you would be giving up your table, tipping the man before motioning for you to follow him. You eye him curiously as the two of you leave the restaurant.

"It was a bit stuffy in there, don't you think?" A soft smile creeps its way across your lips as he offers you his arm. "I think I have a better idea." It was obvious that Falk new this town like the back of his hand, weaving through streets and across a park until the overly serious tone of the fancy part of town subsided, giving way to a beachfront paradise that was filled with laughter, pings and whirrs of the boardwalk arcade and the bright flashing lights of the midway that seemed to stretch out endlessly before you. "Come on, let's go have some fun." Your hand slipped into his effortlessly as the two of you darted off into the crowd. Your night was filled with fried food, sweet treats, and excellent company with Falk by your side. You couldn't help but laugh as he handed you over the biggest cloud of cotton candy you had ever seen.

"You know, you really didn't have to do all of this." You were drawn in by his soft gaze, having him look at you the way was, he made you feel like you were the only two people in the universe.

"I never get to do things like this with you, I want to make the most of it." Warm fingers brushed across your cheek, carefully readjusting some stray hair that had wandered into your face. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the sensation of his touch, undoubtedly a blushing mess before him. You continue down the midway, Falk chuckling at the sight of people staring at your vastly overdressed appearance. The two of you strolled to the end of the boardwalk, leaning on the rail to look over the ocean below. The moon skirted just above the horizon, the energetic sounds of the midway fading away to the quiet lapping of the waves against the posts. “I’m glad to see you’ve relaxed a little.” He smiles at you

“You’re very…” you pondered for a moment to think of the right word to use. “Easy to be around.” You shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his. He hooks his pinky with yours, both of you silently staring ahead in hopes the other wouldn’t notice your flustered expression.

“Can I tell you something?” You give him an affirming hum, hand slowly drifting on top of his, you carefully pushing your fingers through his. "Getting to spend today with you was… incredible.” He chuckles nervously, his breath shaky as he lets out. You smile, shifting closer to him.

“Falk?” You say his name softly, eliciting a hum from him. “I’m really happy I get to be here with you.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He glances down at you, a tender fondness in his gaze. His eyes drift down to your lips, warm breath bouncing off your skin. You slowly straighten yourself up, lips barely out of reach of his own. Your eyes meet his once more, an almost expectant expression on your face. You wanted Falk to kiss you more than anything else, all of the small lingering touches and flirtatious comments over your time of knowing him building up an impeccable sense of want for the man that stood before you. He clears his throat, turning back to look out over the water, not wanting to accidentally take things too far. You shivered in the cool ocean breeze, goosebumps forming on your skin. A warm arm wraps itself around your shoulder.

“Come on, before you freeze.” He offers you a chuckle and a kind smile, allowing you to snuggle into his side as the two of you lazily made your way back to his car. The drive back to the inn was mostly silent, a slight sting in your chest as you thought about how you would have liked this night to play out. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward.” He states quietly, eyes focused on the road before him.

“You didn’t.” You tried to reassure him. “I had a really nice time today." You watch him hesitantly reach out, fingers trembling slightly as they ghost over your skin. You take his hand in yours, feeling his muscles relax at your touch.

“I meant what I said back there, I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun.” He swallowed thickly, forcing out a nervous chuckle “I’m sure you don’t remember the first day we met, but I haven’t been able to keep you out of my mind since that day.” You let out a chuckle, you remember that day well. You had just started as Attila’s assistant, a position you were beyond nervous to take on. You had gotten them both drinks while they were having a meeting in his office only for you to spill Falk’s drink all over him. You were too stunned and embarrassed to speak. You felt tears start to prick at your eyes, your mouth moving but no sounds seemed to be coming out. Falk laughed, standing up and giving you a soft pat on the top of your head. “Trust me, a little spilt water isn’t anything to fuss over.” The second your eyes met his, you were lost in them, warm brown irises stared back into yours with a gentleness you had never experienced first hand. He takes your hand, giving it a firm shake. “Falk." It took you a moment to find your voice.

“(Y/N)," you introduce yourself. Snapping yourself from your hypnotized state you started to panic all over again, "I am so sorry about this Father, would you like me to get you a towel?” He waves you off with a grin.

“Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll be alright.” You hadn’t forgotten his smile even years later, the same smile that was ghosting over his lips now. “You walked in wearing that cute little sundress you used to wear all the time, the one with the sunflowers all over it. I don’t know if you noticed but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the second you walked in the room.” He chuckles.

“I was so embarrassed.” You hide your face in your hands, both of you struggling to contain your laughter. “I still haven’t lived that down." Your shoulder pressed against his as the two of you turned into the inn's parking lot. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You breathe out a laugh, "you were always so kind, even before we got to know each other… it's one of the things I like so much about you." The two of you shared a bashful grin before heading inside. You sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the plush comforter under your fingers as you watched Falk set up the couch for the night. "I really don't mind swapping with you." You state bluntly. He turns to you with a smile as he drops a pillow on one end of the couch.

"You know I'm not going to let you do that." He approaches you slowly, kneeling down in front of you so he can meet your eyes. "I'll be just fine, try and get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." A warm hand cups your cheek, thumb languidly running over your skin. You nodded, giving him a soft smile before the two of you reluctantly part for the night. Your gaze drifted over to Falk, body haphazardly sprawled out, the sound of his quiet snoring filling the room, after hours of tossing and turning you finally noticed the welcomed heavy feeling of sleep settling behind your eyes. You drifted off into a dreamless sleep only to be awoken the next morning by the smell of coffee filling the room. You rolled over with a tired grumble, pushing your bed head haphazardly out of your face, keeping yourself buried in the bed's soft comforter. You rolled over to be met with the sight of Falk studying you, a gentle smile on his lips, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, two cups of coffee sat before him on the table next to his folded up newspaper.

"Mornin'." You mumble, still processing being awake.

"Good morning." Falk can't help but chuckle at your disheveled state. "I brought you some coffee. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you." He picks up both cups, sitting on the edge of the bed. You take the warm mug in your hands, locking eyes with Falk as you bring it to your lips. Your nose reflexively scrunched up at the taste. "Not enough sugar?" You shake your head, he chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." He couldn't keep his eyes off you, his gaze held nothing short of pure adoration for the sight before him.

"How'd you sleep?" You set the mug on your nightstand, pulling your knees to your chest as you sit and talk with him.

"I slept just fine, the couch is surprisingly comfortable." He smiles despite the fact you knew he was lying. You could see the stiffness in his movements, the shifting of his position to try and subside the full ache in his body. He gently tilts your chin up with his index finger, "I know that look, I'm fine, I promise." You nod. 

"You're staring." You point out with a grin.

"Sorry." He lets out a bashful chuckle. "I just can't get over how beautiful you look right now." You blushed, laughing quietly as your gaze fell to your lap. The two of you sat and drank your coffee, quietly discussing the day ahead events. "I can't even begin to tell you how insufferable this man is, but try to grin and bear it the best you can. We mainly do business with his son, unfortunately this time he has to come in his son's place." He explains about the meeting you were currently getting ready to attend.

"Falk, you know my job is just to sit there and look pretty." You tease, he chuckles.

"If I remember correctly you have quite the sharp tongue, Schatz." You catch his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. A slight smirk on his lips, he definitely wasn't wrong. It was fairly often that you would get chastised by father Attila for your blunt attitude and quick wit. 

"I'll be on my best behavior." You smile, causing him to laugh. You hadn't expected that to be such a difficult promise to keep. You sat in the chair next to Falk, smiling through gritted teeth as the man on the opposing side of the desk cut off your train of thought for what must have been the tenth time in the last hour. You saw Falk’s eyes drift down to your hand, your pen about to crack in half you had such a tense grip on it. You hadn’t been able to get a single word in since the two of you arrived. You sat in the chair at Falk’s side, posture absolutely rigid as you struggled to hold your tongue. The three of you stood, Falk placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the door. The second you were out of earshot of the man you began to complain. “I’ll never understand why it’s a necessity that I go to these meetings when I won’t be able to get a word in edgewise.”

“I warned you he was going to be difficult.” Falk reminds you with a chuckle. You fell into the passenger seat with a groan, slumping down in the seat. “You did a great job.”

“I didn’t do anything.” You rebuttal.

“You didn’t need to. You simply needed to gain experience dealing with difficult clients, which you succeeded in doing.” You nodded, he did have a point. “I don’t know about you but I think we earned the rest of the night off.” He offers with a smirk. You found yourselves sitting across from each other on the bed in your room, eating chinese food straight out of the container, an amused expression on Falk’s face as he listened to you ramble on about nothing in particular, he just enjoyed listening to the sound of your voice.

“What’s that look for?” You question him with a smirk.

He shakes his head, “it’s nothing… it’s just nice watching you finally open up.” You look away with a flustered expression. It felt almost effortless to be around Falk, his presence alone enough to put you completely at ease. Before you had a chance to respond you were cut off by the sounds of fireworks going off outside. Falk grabs your hand, tugging you in the direction of the balcony door. An arm slips around your waist as the two of you step out into the night. Bright bursts of blues, greens, and golds popped across the inky black sky. Your eyes widened, childlike amazement taking over your features. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here with me.” Your body moved before you had a chance to think. Your arms slid over Falk’s shoulders, guiding his lips down to meet yours. His hands rested firmly on your waist, a surprised yet satisfied hum escaping him. Your mind finally caught up with your actions you suddenly pull back, fingers flying up to your lips in pure disbelief that you had just done that

“Falk, I am so sorry.” You desperately scrambled out an apology. “I don’t know what came over me.” Before you had a chance to panic even further his lips were on yours once again. One hand laced its way into your hair, the other securing itself around your back to keep you pressed close to him. Your fingers slid into his soft hair, deepening the kiss as much as you could. Both of you part with a breathless sigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He says through a quiet chuckle. You wave a sarcastic, chastising finger at him.

“And here I thought you would know better than to give into improper thoughts.” You can’t help but giggle as he looms over your much smaller form.

“Schatz, every thought I have about you is improper.” You’re met with a toothy grin and a devious look in Falk’s eye. You let out a startled squeak as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground, Falk’s arms slipping behind your thighs and guiding your legs around his waist. His lips trapped yours in another mind numbing kiss, both of you laughing as he drops you on the mattress. Hot breath trailed down your neck, goosebumps littering your skin at his slightest touch. His hands slid under your shirt, successfully pushing up the fabric in the process until he was easily able to pull it off over your head. You situated yourself on your knees, hurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt. His lips ghost over yours, a smirk crossing his features as he keeps himself just out of reach. He sits at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to straddle his lap as you haphazardly push the clothing off of his shoulders, fingers trailing down his exposed chest. You looked at your trembling hand, unsure if there was some sort of unspoken line you shouldn't cross. Falk's hand completely engulfs yours, eyes snapping to his in an instant. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to." He says in a gentle, reassuring tone.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just…" he raises a curious eyebrow at you. If you were being completely honest all of this was a bit overwhelming. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamed about what this moment would be like, your late night fantasies were often filled with the thought of Falk. But now that this moment was no longer a figment of your imagination you didn't have the slightest idea where to begin. "I think I might be a little nervous." You let out a flustered giggle. Strong fingers kneaded at your thighs, a patient smile resting on his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with being nervous, Schatz. Just try to relax and let me take care of you, think you can do that for me?" You nod, relinquishing full control over to him. He carefully grabs your wrist, pressing the hand that was barely grazing over his skin flush against his chest. You felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat thrum under your palm. He lifted your chin slightly with his knuckle, golden brown eyes locked intently on your own. You felt him fumbling with the zipper on your skirt, he breathed out a laugh. "See? You're not the only one that's nervous." He jokes with a chuckle. You felt your body relax at the sight, you felt safe with him. You help him with the zipper, shimmying out of your skirt. You can't help but smirk slightly, noticing his eyes completely glued to the sight of your ass finally being freed from the right confines of your clothing. He reaches out for you, a delighted squeal passing your lips as he playfully pushes you onto the bed. You bite your lip, fully entranced by the sight of him crawling on top of you to give you some much needed attention. You gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing over your exposed skin before he got to work biting and sucking what you were positive were going to be deep purple bruises come tomorrow morning.

"Fuck." You tossed your head back against the mattress, you could feel him smirk as he relentlessly toyed with a rather sensitive spot of your body. A sinful groan tumbled from his lips as he ground his hips against yours, a noticeable bulge pressed against your already soaked core. A hand slipped between your legs, rubbing slow, languid circles around your clit that had you mewling and shuddering beneath him. Your breath hitched as he effortlessly slipped a finger between your velvety folds, giving your aching cunt a moment of relief. He watched your expression carefully, paying close attention to how you responded to his expert fingers. You felt a knot beginning to form in your stomach, rapidly winding itself tighter, bringing you right to the brink of your climax. You whined as he pulled out of you, growing need pooling endlessly in your core, the feeling only growing stronger as the threat of your orgasm subsided. You watched with wide eyes as he slipped the digit into his mouth, reveling at the taste of your juices on his tongue. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight, unable to look away as he smirks down at you.

"So wet for me already," he chuckles darkly, "such a good little Maus I have." Whatever was left of the clothing he was wearing was quickly discarded, the feeling of him teasing the tip of his hardened length at your entrance sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. The two of you engaged in a silent conversation, letting Falk know that you were absolutely ready for anything he had in store for you. Your cried out as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, a slight sting from him stretching you out. You felt every inch of him enter you at his agonizing pace. He grabs your jaw, your gaze snapping back to meet his in an instant. "Eyes on me Maus." Your head was already spinning, a smile dominating your lips as you struggled to follow his orders. He gradually began to pick up his pace, every snap of his hips eliciting desperate, feverish moans as you dug your nails into his back. Your voice harmonized with his, low gravelly groans that only made your body hotter the longer you listened to them. "Sheiße." He curses under his breath, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, his strokes gradually losing their relentless rhythm. Your lips found his, taking the plump flesh between your teeth in a quick nip that sent a shiver down Falk's spine. He straightened himself up from his position on top of you, grabbing your hips roughly and slamming into you, determined to make you finish before he did. 

"Falk… please…" You gasp out breathlessly, your mind numb with pleasure but it still wasn't enough to send your orgasm crashing over the edge. His fingers were back on your clit in an instant, soft spoken words of praise only adding to your dizzying headrush. He leans down, kissing you deeply as the ever tightening knot in your stomach finally snaps. You let out a muffled scream against his lips, your back arching up off the bed, your chest pressed flush against his. His thrusts became sloppy, any semblance of a rhythm gone as he let his own climax wash over him, both of you collapsing in bed next to each other, the sounds of your labored breathing filling the otherwise silent room. You felt a wet sob start to bubble up in your throat, tears pricking at your eyes as you came down from your high, various thoughts and feelings racing through your mind left you entirely overwhelmed. You sucked in a breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but Falk already noticed that something was wrong.

"Schatz? What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, knowing that if you tried to speak you would just end up crying. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. 

"I'm sorry, just give me a second." You tried to force a laugh.

"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere." He holds you close, skin sticking to his in a tangled mess of limbs.

"You're not going to… stop speaking to me when we get back to the Abbey, are you?" Memories of past situationships blared in your mind, planting a seed of doubt in you. In the past it was always the same. Someone would make you believe they loved you only for them to leave once they got what they wanted.

"Of course not sweetheart." He places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Unfortunately you're stuck with me now." He chuckles. You smile, breathing out a laugh as you place a kiss to his collarbone. He clears his throat, shifting nervously. "I think I might be in love with you." He states quietly, his voice shaking in a way that was impossible to miss.

"Yeah?" You smile up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "How do you know?" The two of you exchange a bashful grin.

"Four years ago…" he starts his story, mulling over the details for a moment before continuing. "You were making some huge spectacle because Attila did something to piss you off." You laughed, that definitely sounded like something you would do. "You left the Abbey, you said you were going to some concert and you were going to stay the night at a friend's place or something. I don't remember all the details." He began playing with your hair, twisting a strand between his fingers. "You called me at one in the morning in hysterics asking if I could come pick you up. The entire way there I wasn't thinking about how tired I was or about the three hours drive ahead of me. The only thing that I could think of was whether or not you were safe, if anything had happened to you there would have been hell to pay when I got there. When I pulled up… and you rushed into my arms… and I just got the chance to hold you. I think that was when I knew." You place a soft kiss to his chest before nuzzling your face against him.

"I felt so bad asking you to drive all that way." You laugh quietly. You trace your fingers over the intricate tattoos on his arms before resting your hand on the side of his face, languidly running your thumb across his cheek. "I love you, Falk."

"I love you too, Schatz." He returns the confession with a smile, pulling you into a lingering kiss before the two of you drifted off in each other's arms.

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Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part 1

(A/N: I'm trying something different again! I'm really nervous about posting this one, so I hope you all enjoy it. I'm probably going to be working on this pretty heavily until it's done so expect some hopefully quick updates!)

WARNINGS: None for this chapter, just introduction stuff, some slight pining/mutual flirting. Soft Falk hours.

Part II

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You slid into the confessional booth with a sigh, eyes meeting with the Clergy member through the cross hairs of the fence that separated you. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he took a moment to study you. You were greeted with a thick German accent that had a tinge of curiosity behind it. "What can I help you with, my dear?" You swallowed thickly, you thought coming to talk about what was troubling you was supposed to help.

"Father… have you ever felt like no matter what you do, you just don't fit in?" You had been floating through your life with no real sense of purpose. You had spent so long trying to live up to everyone's expectations that you had truly lost yourself in the process. The man on the other side of the screen breathed out a laugh.

"I know a thing or two about not fitting in." He shifts in his seat as he ponders what to say next. "If it were me, I would do my best to cut ties with everyone and everything from the life that isn't suiting me… for a little while at least. It would probably give you a chance to find what exactly you want out of your life." Your brow furrowed slightly as you listened to his words. Before you had a chance to ask any questions he began to speak again. "Our Abbey welcome's all here without question, it might even be able to provide something you're missing." You'd be lying if you said it didn't appeal to you. A full change of pace, people, scenery, it sounded like a good idea.

"I…" you weren't sure how to respond. You sighed, anxiously cracking your knuckles.

"You don't need to make a decision right now." His soothing tone lulled you back into a state of comfort. "Maybe sit in the chapel for a while, think things over, yeah?" You nodded.

"Thank you, Father." He dismisses you with a polite nod. You sat in the front row of pews before the altar, listening to the shuffle of footsteps as various people entered and left the confession booth. Shapes in all colors of the rainbow shifted across the altar as the sun gradually began to set.

"Still thinking, are we?" The pew creaked as the Clergy member you spoke to earlier sat beside you. He folded his hands neatly in his lap. This was the first time you actually had the chance to see what he looked like. Slightly unkempt light brown hair and sharp features contrasted the softness his gaze held. Beautiful brown eyes that only greatened how easily you were drawn in by his presence. "What's making you so apprehensive about staying?"

"Who said I was thinking about staying?" You challenge, concentrating on the toe of your shoe kicking against the floor.

"You would have left by now if you weren't." The steady taps of your foot stopped in an instant. "I have a feeling you and I might not be as different as you think. It wasn't too long ago that I was in the same position you are now. Going through the motions day by day, not truly feeling like any of it mattered… does that sound about right?" You paused for a moment before nodding in response. He stands, motioning for you to follow him. "I'd like to show you something, come with me." He led you through a doorway to what appeared to be a maze of hallways. "Stay close, we wouldn't want you getting lost." He chuckles slightly at your amazed expression as you took in the sight before you. He walked slowly, allowing you time to get distracted by the different artwork that lined the walls until your focus eventually wandered back to your guide. "You're smiling." He points out with a grin of his own. You look down at your feet, letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"I guess I am." You hadn't even realized it, but it was the first time you had genuinely smiled in a while. You looked back up at the man before you, kind gaze never wavering as he studied you. "Father, this place is incredible. I never realized how massive the Abbey was."

"These halls would be yours to explore if you decide to stay." You took a deep breath, this could be your one and only chance at a fresh start. Something you had always longed for was being gifted to you by a complete stranger. "You're looking to find a place where you belong, right?" He takes a small step forward, cradling one of your hands gently in his own. "My dear, I think that is something you would absolutely be able to find here. Let me help you keep that smile on your face." You took a deep breath, glancing around the candle lit halls as you thought about whether or not this was somewhere you could call your home. Starting your life over was terrifying, sure. But, the hands that held yours were so warm, the way he looked at you made you feel important. Standing here with him even just for this short amount of time had ignited something in you, a sense of want, for what exactly you couldn't place. The man's eyes glowed in the candle light, watching the smallest shifts in your expression as you ran through every possibility that came to mind.

"I'll stay." You respond abruptly. He smiles brightly, elated by your response. He, however, didn't move from his position. Almost as if he could feel that you had something else to say. You had entered this church on a whim and now you were agreeing to dedicate your days to it while you searched for who you really were. All of this because of the man that stood before you with the mischievous glint in his eye. "Father, I do have one more thing I'd like to ask you." He hums in response to your statement, giving you his full attention. "I don't believe I ever asked for your name." He chuckles softly. Thumb running slowly across the top of your hand before he reluctantly released it.

"You can call me Falk." He leans down slightly, almost as if he was ready to tell you a secret. "Also, I don't believe in using honorifics outside of mass, so just Falk is fine."

"Falk." You repeat the name back softly, liking the way it sounded as it tumbled from your lips. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine." Falk insisted that he help you take care of your arrangements, he wanted your transition into the Abbey to be as seamless as possible. Before you knew it you were caught up in lessons, mass, and your daily chores around the Abbey. It felt right being here, but there was still the sense of want you had experienced that very first night. You gazed at the window as you picked at your breakfast, the dining hall nearly empty aside from you and a few people others. The smell of freshly brewed coffee caught your attention first, then the sound of footsteps casually approaching your table.

"Good morning, Falk." He effortlessly slides into the seat across from you. He sets his mug down with a sigh before pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"You weren't at my mass this morning." Your chin perched on the palm of your hand, playful smile on his lips letting you know he wasn't upset. "You never miss my mass."

"I overslept." His eyes narrow. You oversleeping wasn't the issue, it was why you overslept. He didn't need to say another word for you to confess. "I might have stayed too late in the library."

"You know it's important to rest-"

"I know." You groan, thinking of a way to try and defend yourself. "The Abbey just has such an amazing collection."

"Which will still be there when you wake up." He chuckles. He moves to reach out for your hand, he stops himself and decides to fold his hands in front of him. "You have all the time in the world to read those books, it's important you take care of yourself." He takes a long sip of his coffee, his gaze switching between you and the window. "I was concerned when I looked out there and you weren't in the front row."

"I'm surprised you noticed I wasn't there." You exchange a soft smile.

"Your smile is always the brightest in the room, of course I noticed." You couldn't hide the blush on your face. He was beaming with pride over the fact he managed to get you flustered. The two of you got to sit and talk for a while longer until he had to leave for a meeting. "I take it you'll be in the library again tonight?" You nod in response, causing Falk to chuckle. "If I don't see you, make sure you don't stay there all night."

"I won't, I promise." He bids you one last farewell before he heads off. You found yourself unable to wipe the smile off your face as you went about your duties for the rest of the day. As expected by the end of the day you had made your way to the library. Now sat comfortably in front of a roaring fire, bare feet tucked beside you under a blanket, and a pile of unread books at your side, you were all set to enjoy your evening. You were interrupted not too long after by the sound of the library door opening and thudding back close. You looked back over your shoulder, from your nights spent in here you knew no one was usually in here this late. You could hear footsteps approaching you, weaving their way in between shelves of books. Your body tensed, only catching flashes of a shadowed figure as they grew closer to you.

"Well you certainly look comfortable." Falk emerges from the darkness with a chuckle. You let out a sigh of relief, laughing slightly at your paranoia.

"You scared me." You giggle. He chuckles, approaching the couch you were seated on slowly.

"Would it be alright if I joined you?" You hurriedly collected the books, moving them aside to make a space for him.

"Please do." He sits with a groan, a result of the long day you were sure he had. "What brings you all the way down here?"

"I was curious about what you were reading that had you so interested." He narrows his eyes, struggling to read the spines of the books next to you before leaning in to get a closer look. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched his face hover in front of yours. It took you a moment to realize he wasn't wearing his paint anymore, you noticed a few spots he had missed where the paint had settled into the wrinkles by his eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it was a wonder he couldn't hear it. "You can read German?" You were forced to release a breath you hadn't noticed you had been holding. You were finding it hard to find any words at all to say with him sitting so close to you.

"Hardly." You chuckle, holding up the German to English dictionary that you kept plastered to your side. "That's part of the reason I'm here so late, it's a little difficult to get through a book when you have to translate it word for word." He glances between you and the stack of books.

"Maybe I could read some of it to you, give you a break." He offers with a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to, I'm sure you've had a long-" He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"Nonsense, I'd just be reading in my room anyways." You exchange a smile. "What would you like to read first?" He asks as he cuffs the sleeves of his shirt. You swallowed thickly, struggling to tear your eyes away as you watched his nimble fingers work their way around the fabric. You simply grabbed the first book in the pile and handed it off to him. His fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed the book, his hand soft and warm. Your mind instantly wandered back to that first night you arrived at the Abbey, your hands wrapped securely in his own as that same warmth spread through your whole body. Your eyes found his, golden in the light of the fire. He hesitantly reached out, brushing some stray hair from your face. You reflexively leaned into his touch, a blush slowly creeping across your cheeks. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what he was doing. "I'm sorry." He clears his throat, hurriedly opening up the book you had handed him. If there was one thing you were sure if it was that Falk had a wonderful voice for reading stories. His soft tone threatened to lull you to sleep. You found yourself drifting closer to him, reading the German on the page that he almost effortlessly translated for you. You leaned back into the couch, your eyelids heavy as the plush cushions wrapped your body in their warm embrace. You eventually drifted off listening to Falk read to you. The last thing you remember was someone gently cradling you as they laid you back on the couch, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

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

WARNINGS: None

Part I - Part III

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“She seems a lot happier since Sir Charles has started to visit her during the day.” You strolled side by side around the castle grounds with your older sister. You hum in agreement, folding your hands neatly in front of you as you walk.

“I think his tales of adventure really lift her spirits.” You respond with a smirk. “I think all of us yearn for a little more danger in our lives.” She laughs in response to your statement.

“Maybe you do, but some of us prefer a more predictable lifestyle.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, leave it to the eldest to always have to be the perfect daughter. No matter how proper and responsible she tried to be, you knew that under the mask she wore the two of you wanted similar things. You yearned for something different than the only life you had ever known; somewhere you could live your life freely without the neverending list of rules you had been accustomed to, somewhere exciting, somewhere with people that you didn’t have to filter your personality for.

“Please, you think that Duke you’re scheduled to marry is about as interesting as sitting through a portrait painting.” You rebuttal with an uninterested glance.

“Yes… Well, at least the painters offer interesting conversations.” She sighs with a chuckle. Both of your attentions are caught by the sound of someone retrieving an arrow from their quiver. You both stared on as he raised his bow, the arrow whizzing straight into the center of the target effortlessly. He readied himself once more, shooting off another arrow that split the first one clean in half. A triumphant smile crossed his face as he pushed a gloved hand through his hair, you were hypnotized by the sight of him. Your sister leans in closer to whisper something in your ear. “You know, I’m sure Sir Falk would be honored if the Princess wanted to watch him train.” She offers with a grin, your eyes dart up to meet hers. She nods in his direction, your attention drifts back to him as he heads to retrieve his arrow from the target. You took a single step forward, your body moving on its own, surely it wouldn’t hurt just to watch. You found yourself striding over to him, freezing as his gaze lands on you as you exit the tree covered path.

“Your Highness, what do I owe the pleasure?” He crosses an arm over his chest, giving you a low bow.

“I,” you cleared your throat as you struggled to find your voice. “I saw you training while I was on a walk, your skills are really impressive.” Your compliment is meant with a bashful smile, he gives you a slight nod.

“Well thank you for the compliment Princess, it means a lot coming from you.” You can’t help but blush under his warm gaze. He glances down at the bow at his side and then back up at you. “Would you like to give it a try?”

“Me?” You ask in disbelief, he nods with a soft laugh. “Oh, I appreciate the offer Sir Falk but I’ve never handled a weapon in my life.”

“Okay, if you’re positive.” He smirks, retrieving another arrow. “I’d be right by your side the whole time.” It was hard to hide your amused smirk. You held up your hands in defeat as you stepped closer to him. “I knew you had it in you!” He exclaims jovially. He steps behind you, your back pressed firmly against him as he helps you nock an arrow. You attempted to draw the bow yourself, your muscles shaking as you barely pulled it back halfway. Falk chuckles, resting his hands on top of yours in order to assist you. With his help you drew the bow effortlessly, the weapon a clear extension of his body from what must have amounted to decades of practice. “You’re shaking.” He points out with a smirk. How could you not be? Your body pressed tightly into his, warm hands covered your own, his chin tucked itself neatly next to your ear. The smell of wild flowers, dirt, and musk enthralled your sense of smell. “Take a nice deep breath and hold it.” He tells you in a tone just above a whisper. You did as he instructed, taking in as much air as you could before holding your breath. You noticed yourself instantly steady, Falk assisting you in lining up your shot. “Let go… Now.” The drawstring slipped past your fingertips, a sharp sting where it snapped against the inside of your elbow as it sent the shot. The arrow hit the dead center of the target, the tail rocking back in forth as it stuck out of the small red circle. You look up at him to find his eyes already trained on you, “excellent shot, Your Highness.” Watching the smile spread across his lips caused you to blush. You stepped away from him, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide your flustered state.

“That was, um… Thank you, Sir Falk.” You wanted the earth to swallow you up as you tripped over your words. You heard the sound of your fathers voice in the distance. You allowed yourself one last moment to take the sight of him in. “Excuse me, I unfortunately have to go.” He offers you a polite nod and one last smile before you run off. You managed to slip into the castle before your father realized what you had been up to, hurrying around to a spot you could see the courtyard from to hopefully allow you to watch his practice from afar. You perched yourself on a windowsill, watching him flip a knife effortlessly around in his hand before tossing it, it stuck into the target with a loud thunk. He adjusted the strap on his gloves, his attention suddenly getting caught by someone approaching him. He gives a low bow as your father emerges into the clearing.

"Sir Falk, I'm glad I caught you. I have a favor to ask." Your father slaps him on the shoulder, raising him to a standing position. You can't help but smile at the interaction, he always seemed to have somewhat of a soft spot for the archer.

"Anything at all, Your Grace." Falk returns your father's jovial greeting with a toothy grin of his own.

"It's been a while since my daughters have gotten to take their horses out, my youngest has been begging me incessantly for weeks." He chuckles. "I was hoping you would be able to accompany them on a ride up a nearby trail and back."

"It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty." He agrees with a nod. "They'll all be in excellent hands with me." He reassures him. Your father knew exactly who he was asking to complete this task. 

"I'm sure they will be." Your father gives him a knowing grin. Falk was an infamous ranger known throughout the country, not to mention an expert rider, you couldn't be in safer hands if you tried. The next day you found yourself sitting at your vanity, fussing over every little detail you could find. You let out a startled shriek as your sister started speaking behind you.

"Alright, what's going on with you?" She leans against the wall at your side, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're never one to get all dressed up to go on a ride."

"I just feel like putting in a little extra effort today, that's all." You fix your hair for what must have been the millionth time in the mirror before deciding how you look would have to do. You both hurried out of your room to meet the others down at the stables. The moment Falk's eyes landed on you a smile broke out on his face, your stride paused momentarily under his gaze.

"Your majesties." He gives both of you a bow before helping your sister get situated on her horse. Your three younger siblings sat and idly chatted at the stables exit, waiting for you and your guard to catch up. "Is everything alright Princess? Forgive me for being so blunt, but you look a bit nervous." You can't help but smile at his concern.

"Can I speak honestly?" He nods, drifting closer to you subconsciously. "I'm not exactly the greatest rider, horses frighten me a little." You whisper, blushing slightly as you admit a secret only you and your father knew about. You watch his smile widen ever so slightly, his fingers running through your horse's mane and carefully untangling any knots he found.

"I can understand where your apprehension comes from." He chuckles, giving the animal a firm pat on his back. "This guy's massive, but he's very well trained." The coat that passed below your fingers was incredibly soft. "Besides," your eyes drift up to meet Falk's, "as long as I'm here I won't let anything bad happen to you Princess, you have my word." You look to your horse and then back to him, giving him a sharp nod to show you were ready. He knelt down, allowing you to use his leg as an extra step to help you hoist yourself into the saddle, struggling to adjust your dress around the bridle. Falk stands, motioning to your skirt, "may I?" You nod, pulling your hands back so they wouldn't get in his way. He helps you get comfortable, before handing the reins to you. "Take it nice and easy, I'll be right behind you." He says with a comforting smile before hoisting himself up into his own saddle with one swift motion. You shouldn't have been shocked, riding was second nature to him, but you couldn't stop your eyes widening in amazement at the sheer fluidity of his movements. You give your horse a gentle squeeze with your legs, jolting slightly as he starts to move forward. You joined your sisters, the four of you starting down your usual riding trail. You looked around, suddenly realizing you were missing someone.

"She's journeying to the Duke's with Sir Attila." Your youngest sister chimes in seeing your confusion. You nod, your posture stiffening at the sound of your horse snorting. You looked back, catching Falk's gaze in the process. He was keeping far enough back to where he could still keep an eye on the four of you but not close enough to where he could listen in on your conversation with your sisters, something you were very fortunate for at the moment. "You know… Sir Falk hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you since you arrived." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her observation.

"Oh, is that why you're all made up today?" One of the others pipes up with a giggle. "I think someone knew who would be riding with us today." She teases.

"I don't have the faintest idea what you could be talking about." You tried to remain stoic, but being with the people who knew you better than anyone else made things difficult. The smallest crack in your composure would be a dead giveaway, something they had apparently already noticed.

"You know, next time you're trying to hide your little crush, maybe don't let us catch you staring." You hear one of them say behind you with a laugh. Your cheeks heated up, you were definitely guilty of that, playing off your flustered state with a laugh.

"That's rich coming from the woman I have caught multiple times with Sir Matthew's-"

"Okay, that's enough!" She cuts you off before you have a chance to finish eliciting a chorus of giggles from the group. You caught the briefest flash of red fur, probably a fox darting across the trail, but that was enough to spook your horse. He squeals, rearing up on his hind legs. You grab on to whatever you possibly could, just trying to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. The second his hooves hit the ground he took off.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Falk yell behind you. No matter what you tried you couldn't calm your horse down, the sharp sting of branches whipping across your face clouding your judgment. You could always try to jump, no that was ridiculous. The trail you were on was narrow, there's no telling what you would hit once you landed on the ground. Your horse was also moving so incredibly fast that you were positive you would break a bone on impact. You had to think, there had to be something you could do. "(Y/N)!" You were snapped from your thoughts by Falk yelling your name at your side. Your head snapped in his direction. "I need you to trust me, can you do that?" You give him a weak nod. He rides closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and ripping you from your saddle and sitting you in his lap. You cling to him, cheeks wet with tears that you hadn't realized were there. "You're alright, I got you." He says through heavy breaths. You watch as he pulls back on the reins, slowing you to a gentle trot. He cradles your body against his, chin resting on your head as he circled around to bring you back to your sisters. "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No… I'm alright, but, my horse-"

"I'll go get him Princess, don't worry." You were shaking, your hands fisted in his shirt in an attempt to calm yourself down.

"I'm sorry, I made a terrible mess of our ride." Your voice breaks slightly as you fight back a sob that had bubbled its way into your throat.

"Oh goodness, don't worry about that." His voice was undeniably kind as he spoke to you softly. "Etan has bolted on me like that before." He chuckles, patting the horse's neck. "You did everything right, you kept a level head despite how terrified you must have been." You smile faintly, your eyes growing heavy now that the adrenaline has worn off. You felt so safe and warm in his arms. Your attention was captured by your sisters fussing over you as the two of you came into view. "She's alright your majesties, don't worry. She's just a little shaken up." You make no movement to leave Falk's side as your sisters ride up to you, questions coming from every direction, the youngest looking ready to burst into tears any second.

"Ducky, I'm alright." You reach out and pat her head. "Falk promised before he left that nothing bad would happen as long as he was here." You giggle, trying to reassure her.

"Alright, let's get you four back, I think our runaway here deserves a chance to rest." He smiles down at you, your sisters turning to head back up the trail out of the corner of your eye. "I'll go look for your horse once I drop you off at the castle, he'll be back in the stable before nightfall." The two of you shift positions, your head now comfortably resting against his back. You held his sleeve tightly in your hand, he seemed to be the one thing that was able to ground your racing mind at the moment. He slipped effortlessly from his horse once you were safely back at the castle, offering his hand to help you down. You watched him as he rode off towards the woods once more, a feeling of helplessness settling in your chest once he was out of view. You retired to your quarters with the excuse of needing to rest after so much excitement. You sat by your window, diligently watching the entrance to the trail for Falk's return. You wanted to thank him properly for saving you today. When you saw him exit the trail, your horse in tow, you found yourself hesitating. You wished your sister was here, she would be the first to tell you how irrational you were being right now. You let out a frustrated groan, dropping your head into your hands. You wanted to thank him, yes, but it was more than that. The entire ride home you had one nagging thought in the back of your head. You divulged a fear to him, he had saved your life, but not once had he ever seemed to pity you. Every member of the court, visitor to your kingdom, even your own parents, they all treated you like some frail baby bird. You were sick of it. You planned exactly what you were going to say to him, knowing how strange this would sound coming from one of the princesses. You headed down to the courtyard to find him practicing, a soft smile forming on your lips at the sight.

"Sir Falk." He drops his bow immediately, turning in your direction.

"Ah, if it isn't the runaway!" He chuckles, taking a couple steps closer to you. "Princess, how are you feeling?"

"I'm alright, I wanted to come thank you for earlier." You fidgeted nervously with your hands, all the resolve you had built up practicing in the mirror dissolving the second his gaze landed on your face. "I also wanted to ask a favor, if that's alright."

"For you Princess, anything." He gives you a toothy grin you can't help but return.

"I'd like you…" you cursed internally as you stumbled through your words. "I was hoping you could train me."

"Train you?" He crosses his arms over his chest, a perplexed expression on his face as he ponders over your question. You pursed your lips, looking down at the ground to hopefully ease your flustered mind.

"I'm sick of feeling helpless… I want to be a mercenary… like you." Your voice came out soft, much different than the firm diction you held with your reflection. Falk could tell by your words that this wasn't some silly daydream you wanted to pursue. He could tell by your expression that you didn't just want him to train you, you needed him to. Sure, training a Princess wasn't going to be an easy feat, but since when had he ever turned down a challenge?

"Training starts tomorrow, meet me here at noon." He chuckles, returning to his target practice. You nod, unable to hide your elated smile as you turned to leave. "Oh, your highness?" You glanced back at him, a playful smirk on his lips. "I want you to know, just because you're of royal blood doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." You chuckle, you knew he was the perfect man for the job.

"I didn't expect you to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well Hello! So, uh, this happened during my hiatus. I decided before jumping back into, well, everything, that I should probably get my toes wet writing for one of my beautiful men. This is going to be a multi part fic but I decided to not make it a whole series, since I don't think it's going to be too too long. But, apologies for my absence to all the Powerwolf girlies, I should be back for good this time. I hope you enjoy, I'd love to know what you think so feel free to drop a comment!

WARNINGS: None

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Part II

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You set the steaming mug of coffee down on your desk, humming softly to yourself as you sorted through the pile of mail that had been delivered when making your daily morning drink run. You tucked the few envelopes under your arm, snatching up the mug with a sigh. You pushed into the room without thinking, your eyes trained on the cup in your hand to try and ensure that you didn't spill any of the contents. Your mouth fell open to speak as your eyes trailed upwards. The words dying in your throat, your jaw snapping shut as you realized that Roel was not alone in his office. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see a meeting on the schedule.” You felt warmth settle behind your cheeks as you met Falk’s warm brown eyes. “Father Falk, good morning.” You give him a soft smile that he returns with his own lopsided grin.

“Good morning to you too, Maus.” The sight of the amused smirk on Roel 's lips made you want to scream, you were sure you were going to get an earful about your flustered state after Falk had left. But, for now at least, you were too focused on the way his voice was still slightly gravelly and thick with sleep as he greeted you.

“You weren't interrupting anything, don't worry.” Roel finally decided to speak up, deciding he had let you simmer in your embarrassment long enough. “Falk just swung by for a visit before Mass.”

“Will you be attending Mass this morning, schwester?” Hearing him speak even a single word in his native tongue sent a shiver down your spine, his voice growing slightly deeper at the language shift.

“Of course, I wouldn't miss one of your sermons for anything Father.” Roel snorts out a laugh, trying to cover it up by turning it into a cough. Falk either didn't notice or decided that it wasn't worth the trouble to acknowledge.

“Well, I always look forward to seeing that pretty face of yours in the front pew.” You sucked in a sharp breath at his words, managing to knock over Roel’s mug of coffee, sending it smashing to the floor. Your eyes widen before they snap up to Falk before immediately turning to Roel.

“I'm going to get something to clean that up.” You rush from the room, slamming the door shut behind you. You buried your face in your hands, stomping your foot against the floor a few times to quell the need to thrash around after making yourself look like a fool. You groan as you start down the hallways, hopefully by the time you get back Falk would have left for Mass so you wouldn't have to be face to face with him after that.

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“You’re going to give that poor girl a heart attack one of these days.” Roel chuckles.

“You're the one who encouraged me to flirt with her in the first place!” Falk exclaims in response, dragging a hand down his face. “Now look at what happened, she’s embarrassed, she’s probably going to do everything in her power just to avoid me after that.”

“If I remember right that's not something that wouldn't have stopped you befo-”

“This is different.” He snaps, cutting Roel off. He immediately raises his hand in defeat, knowing it was better to not try and poke at Falk’s temper.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to strike a nerve.” He leans back in his chair, eyes raking over his friend’s disheveled state. “You were up thinking about her again weren't you?”

Falk just shoots him a look. Of course he was, and Roel knew that was a stupid question to ask. It started off as something simple; glances that lasted a little too long, accidentally brushing his hand against hers. But, Falk’s little crush on his friend's assistant quickly grew into something much more than that. You eventually started coming around to see him, even outside of the errands you had to run for Roel. Your short conversations gradually became longer, you would go to see him to borrow books, he would invite you to his study for afternoon tea. “It’s wasteful to make a whole pot for myself, it'll get cold before I finish it.” He would always argue. “You know… I'm not a young man anymore Roel. It's foolish of me to even entertain the idea of courting her.”

“It doesn't seem to change the fact that she’s interested.” Falk struggled not to roll his eyes in response.

“Coming from you, I don't know how true that statement is.” He quips in response, causing Roel to chuckle.

“Listen, all I'm saying is it wouldn't hurt to try.” Roel states your name with a particular fondness as he tries to find the words to describe you to his fellow high clergy member, in his years of working with you he not only found an incredible assistant but also a friend. “She’s… a bit difficult to read, sometimes, I won't lie.” He chuckles. “But, I can tell. The way she looks at you, the way she straightens up and almost glows whenever you're in a room, my friend, that's the closest thing to being in love with another person I've ever seen.” He explains. Roel sighs, leaning back in his chair as he studies Falk’s somewhat disheveled state, it was obvious this was eating away at him. 

Falk was reaching the age and the point in his career where he was being expected to settle down. With his title, however, things worked a bit differently than your standard marriage. Falk being a high clergy member meant that there were specific traditions and rituals that were passed down throughout his family that he was expected to partake in. “Okay, hypothetically, let’s say her feelings are mutual. Is all of this something I could really ask of her?”

“Well, unfortunately my friend, that's a question only the two of you can answer.” The two men perk up at the sound of you chittering to one of your fellow Siblings in the hallway as you make your way back towards the office. “You seem to be pretty confident that she’s you Seelenbindung.” He continues quickly, in a hushed tone. Both of them listen cautiously for the click of the doorknob signaling your entrance.

“Listen, I know it sounds crazy, I know the whole soul tie concept is nothing more than an old wives tale-”

Roel cuts him off, jutting himself closer to the other man, “old wives tale or not, all of us can tell that there’s been something different about you. You're more irritable, high strung… all of that until she’s by your side.” The pair fell silent as you made your way back into the room.

“I should be heading out to prepare for Mass.” Falk pipes up cheerfully, but despite his pleasant demeanor you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Falk stands, nodding his goodbye to Roel before starting to walk out. He pauses as he reaches you, his eyes scanning over your much smaller form in a way that has heat settling behind your cheeks. “Schwester, I look forward to seeing you again later.” He gives you a wink before quickly slipping from the room. Your gaze landed on Roel, the shit eating grin already spreading across his features.

“Don't even start.” You groan, walking over to the puddle of coffee you had spilled and dropping to your knees to clean it up. You pause at Roel calling your name.

“Don't worry about that right now. Come, sit.” He motions to the chair across from him. You noticed the leather arm was still warm to the touch, the image of Falk sitting there flashing through your mind and making your heart thrum in your chest.

“Why do I feel like I'm about to get in trouble for something?” You ask with a nervous chuckle.

“What did we talk about last week?” You groaned, collapsing back in the seat, whatever professionalism you had immediately disappeared at his question.

“It's not that simple!” You exclaim in response. “What? You expect me to walk in here, bat my lashes, and tell him to take me to dinner?”

“That is exactly what I'm saying to you!” He booms, standing up with a force that sends his chair scraping backwards against the hardwood floor. “Do you understand how much that would make that man melt? If you walk in here and look at him with those big pretty eyes I think you could convince him to do a lot of things, personally.” 

“It's not like he would feel the same way.” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to the window to hopefully hide the defeated expression on your face.

“How do you know?” He asks softly in response.

“Because he's a High Cler-”

“That means nothing and you know that.” You chew the inside of your cheek in irritation. He was right, you did know that. There was no rule against Siblings and High Clergy members starting relationships, it wasn't something your superiors believed in. This was supposed to be a place to experience joy in all aspects of your life, dictating who you can and can't fall in love with just never seemed to sit right with their ideals.

“I'm scared…” you finally admit, and he didn't miss the slight tremble in your voice as you spoke. “If he finds out it could ruin everything between us.”

“I think you need to remember this is Falk we're talking about here.” He finally sits back down with a soft sigh, resting his elbows on the dark wooden surface of his desk. “You saying your entire relationship will just disappear because he finds out you have feelings for him… well I'd say that's a little harsh, wouldn't you agree?” He did have a point. You were talking about the same man who sat there drying your tears and telling you that you still looked beautiful after spilling wine on your dress at a party, who would offer up his free time to go visit with the kids in the Abbey's daycare, who no matter the time of day or night always offered you a safe place to go work through anything with a warm fire in his hearth and a piping hot pot of tea ready in a moments notice. This was Falk you were talking about. Roel took your silence as a cue to continue. “Now, I know I'm just some old man who doesn't know anything.” A soft smile passes over his lips at the sound of you giggling at his joke. “But, I think you should go get ready for Mass, make yourself look all nice.” He glances down, scanning quickly over the planner he had open in front of him. “Oh, would you look at that, after Mass Father Falk just happens to have the rest of the day off.” He looks back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leans in. “Are you feeling alright, ducky? You're not looking so good… maybe you should take the rest of the day off as well.” Your jaw fell open in shock as you tried to stammer out any words at all in response, but nothing came. He nods in the direction of the door, “get out of here, I don't want to see you until tomorrow.”

“Don't get mad at me if I just end up having a relaxing day at home.” You chuckle as you push yourself out of your chair. “But, thank you Roel.”

“Oh, don't you worry sweetheart. If I have anything to say about it you're in for a lovely afternoon with your little crush.” He smirks in response before turning back to his paperwork. You just simply roll your eyes in response, used to this kind of behavior from him after so many years working at his side.

“Goodbye Roel.” You call loudly as you swing the door shut behind you. You cleaned up your desk as you got ready to head out. Checking the time, you realized you had about an hour left to get ready before Mass, you decided that for once you would actually take Roel’s advice seriously considering it sounded like he was up to something. You found yourself standing in front of your wardrobe, agonizing over your outfit decision as you pulled out just about every article of clothing you owned. “Too formal, too formal, too formal.” You cursed under your breath. Your closet was filled with clothes suitable for meetings and business trips, but not much else. All of your casual clothes would be acceptable for Mass but you felt like it was defeating the purpose of making yourself look nice. You pulled out a plain, black dress. It was one of your favorites, it hugged your curves in all the right places. You stood in front of your mirror, holding the fabric up to your body. “I guess it's better than nothing.” You shrug, deciding to take the plunge.

You smoothed the dress down your legs, making sure your hair was fixed how you liked it and that you hadn't managed to already smudge your makeup. You stepped carefully into a pair of low heels taking one final deep breath before leaving the safety of your dorm. “Someone's got a hot date!” Father Matthew’s voice booms from behind you. You whip around, eyes wide as you hurry up to him.

“Keep your voice down.” You whisper aggressively at him. “I'm trying to not draw attention to myself.”

“Wearing that?” He smiles playfully at you. “Hun, I don't know if you've noticed but there isn't a single person in this room that hasn't checked you out at least once. You look hot, just accept it.” You groan, rolling your eyes before turning to continue on your way to Mass. “So who's the lucky guy?” He jogs to catch up with you, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he saunters at your side.

“I don't believe that's any of your concern, is it Father?” You quip, causing Matthew to grumble.

“You're no fun, Charles and Attila’s assistants always catch me up on their gossip.”

“Well, Rachel is the biggest gossip I know and Jeremy, even if he means well, can't keep a secret to save his life.” You wave to a few Siblings that greet you on your way into the chapel. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my seat.” The phrasing of your words was enough to set Matthew off.

“Your seat, huh?” He chuckles. He leans in, looking around to make sure no one was trying to eavesdrop. “You got all dressed up because you knew you would be seeing Falk, isn't that right little bird?” The sudden color change of your cheeks gave you away immediately. “Well, don't let me keep you from the object of your affection any longer. Just make sure you swing by and tell me all about it later.” He winks before ducking into the crowd, disappearing before you had the chance to yell at him. You hurried up the aisle, hoping your usual seat would still be open considering the massive turnout this morning. You glanced up at the pulpit only to lock eyes with Falk. His mouth slightly agape as you watched him drink in the sight of you. You're snapped from your thoughts when a hand is placed on your back. You recognize the face you're met with, but just barely. You felt the need to cross your arms over your chest as he leered in your direction, your dress leaving you feeling exposed under his malicious gaze 

“Now how did I miss a pretty thing like you?” Your brows furrow at his mumbled statement. The hand he had on you now burning against your skin.

“Excuse me?” You step away from him, his arm smacking against his side as it falls away..

“What can't you take a compliment?” He chuckles, straightening himself up to make himself appear bigger. “Wait a second, I know you. You're Roel's girl, right?”

“I'm his assistant.” Your snap I'm response, eyes darting around, looking for an escape.

“It's a shame that you let that pompous asshole keep you all to himself.” He sneers, realizing that he wouldn't be able to win you over with what he considered charm. “I guess it makes sense that his lap dog would be such a stuck up bitch.” You took one step forward, ready to put this jackass in his place. Before you had the chance a body placed itself between you and the random sibling who had decided to give you grief. It takes you a moment to recognize the familiar sight of Falk’s vestments. “Father Fa-”

“Shut up.” He growls, pushing the now terrified younger man back with every step. “You are going to turn your sorry ass around and pack up your belongings, I want you out of here by nightfall.”

“Sir, I don't know what this is about-”

“Don't. Play. Dumb.” Every word dared him to try and come up with another excuse, you could feel the seething rage rolling off of Falk in waves. “Since it seems you don't remember, Father Roel is your superior.” The color drained from the man's face. Falk adjusted his stance, blocking you from his gaze when the man's eyes flashed to you. “Don't look at her. I saw your little stunt, the last thing I want is for a member of my ministry to be so shamelessly disrespectful and predatory towards any of the other siblings. You’re lucky I'm letting you just walk out of here after what you just called her, I suggest you get out of here before I change my mind.” Falk watches him run off with his tail between his legs, making sure he had left the chapel before allowing his attention to focus on you. “I'm sorry you had to see that Maus.”

“Thank you.” His mouth snaps shut, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat at your thanks. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that… I'm really happy you were here to protect me.” He breathes out a laugh, giving you a polite nod in response.

“I'll always be here to protect you.” You grow flustered under his warm gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before your eyes dart to the floor. 

“Father Falk, um…” you wring your hands nervously. You had to take matters into your own hands before Roel inevitably blew things out of control. You looked back up at him, your eyes meeting his warm golden brown ones. “Can I talk to you after Mass?” You couldn't do it, losing all of your nerve at the sight of his patient smile.

“Of course you can Maus. I'm free the rest of the day so we can talk as long as you like.” He chuckles. “I'll be looking forward to it.” He winks at you before hurrying up to the pulpit, doing his final checks before starting Mass. You quickly found your seat in the front row. Your gaze catching Falk’s as he greeted the congregation, you didn't miss the sight of the faint smirk passing over his lips as you locked eyes.

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You waited patiently in the pew, watching person after person approach Falk at the pulpit. Finally, as the last person left, you rose to your feet. You eagerly approached the altar, you could already feel your words tangling together as Falk’s eyes met yours. “Can I take you out to lunch?” You freeze when he beats you to the punch, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah,” you let out a flustered giggle as you tried to string together a sentence. “I have the rest of the day off.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a lopsided grin. “I’ll meet you in the garage in a half hour?” You nod, swaying on your heels slightly.

“Works for me.” You blush as he carefully studies your features. “I’ll see you then.” You politely excuse yourself, trying your best to walk calmly out of the chapel. The moment the door closed behind you, you kicked off your shoes and bolted down the hall. Turning every corner perfectly from memory until you skidded to a halt in front of Roel’s office. You knocked firmly on the door, hearing him welcome you in from the inside.

“Well don’t you look nice.” He smiles at you. “How was Mass?”

“What did you do?” You point an accusatory finger at him.

“Normally you would be aiming in the right direction, but whatever happened, I have nothing to do with.” He explained, his tone perplexed. You froze on the spot, your arm falling slack.

“So you mean, you don’t have anything to do with him asking me out to lunch?” You asked, confused. 

He points to the chair across from him, “sit, explain.” You fall into the seat, recounting the afternoon's events to him. Roel stared back at you with a shocked expression, comparable to an old woman clutching her pearls. “That son of a bitch beat me to the punch.” He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“So you were planning something!” You exclaim.

“I may or may not have planned to slip you both an anonymous letter asking you to meet at a specific place at a specific time in order to… encourage you to spend some alone time together.” You can’t help but chuckle at the lengths he was willing to go to. “Guess I didn’t have to after all.”

“What am I going to do?” You groan, anxiously raking a hand through your hair.

“What do you mean? You’re going to go down there and have a wonderful afternoon with him.”

“It’s not that simple.” You attempt to argue.

“Oh, I think it might be.” He rebuttals instantly. “Just think of it like we’re talking.”

“I want him to, you know, like me, so no, I don't think I will.” You quip in response, causing Roel’s jaw to fall slack in shock.

“Wow, and after all this time I considered you a friend.” He feigns a hurt tone in his voice before it almost immediately dissolves into a chuckle, you letting out a soft laugh of your own. “But, in all seriousness, you don't have anything to worry about. You've been alone with Falk plenty of times, what about this is so different?”

“This is the first time him and I are going to be alone together without an excuse to hide behind.” You explain slowly, trying to pinpoint what exactly was making this so nerve wracking for you. “Before it was business meetings, or I was delivering something for you and it turned into a prolonged visit, asking to borrow books for my studies, it’s my turn to help with Mass for the week, there's always a reason that can just explain away why we’re together… This time it's just because we want to be together. There's no event to prepare for, no notes to go over. It's just the two of us, sitting across from each other at a table, with all the time in the world for him to realize that I'm nothing special.”

“You are more special than you could ever realize, I have a feeling Falk’s already figured that out.” He glances up at the time and then back down at you. “Do me a favor, go see Charles.” You shoot him a curious look. “He’ll give you a better idea of what to talk about. Falk and I might be friends but I feel like you're looking for more… more intelligent topics to discuss with him than what I could provide.” You share a laugh. Even if everything wasn't magically fixed like you were hoping, your talk with Roel did make you feel a bit better.

“Thank you Roel, for everything.” A tender smile passes over his lips before he stands up.

“Come here.” He beckons you closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know it's hard, but try not to be too nervous. I think out of everyone at the Abbey I know you better than most, and if he can't see how wonderful you are he's an idiot.” He stops down slightly, taking you by the shoulders as he brings his eyes level with yours. “Everything is going to be just fine.” You sucked in a deep breath, balling your hands into fists as you realized your fingers were trembling at your side. “You can do this.” He states firmly.

“I can do this.” You respond in a similar tone.

The short walk to Charles’ office felt almost insurmountable at the moment. Every second that ticked by only brought you closer to seeing Falk. You were excited, of course, but you couldn't stop the anxiety that drowned you as it bubbled up in your throat. You tap gently on the heavy door, hearing Charles call for you to come in. “What a pleasant surprise.” He smiles warmly at you, removing his reading glasses from their position perched on his nose and setting them down on his desk. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

“I'm sorry to bother you, Father, Roel told me I should come talk to you.” You fall comfortably into one of the worn leather chairs across from him, folding your hands neatly in your lap as you recount the events of this morning to him. Charles listened attentively, doing little more than give you an occasional nod or hum to show he was paying attention. “And now I have to go meet him downstairs in twenty minutes and it’s taking everything I have to not just run off and disappear because I'm so scared I'm going to make myself look like an idiot in front of him.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He coos fatherly. “Don’t trouble yourself with thoughts like that. You're very smart and I'm sure the two of you have a lot in common, you shouldn't have any trouble keeping up a conversation with him.” He chuckles, reaching across his desk to pick up your hand in his. “I could tell you exactly what to talk about, what to say, things that are going to impress him. But, sweetheart, falling in love isn't about being perfect.” Your cheeks grew warm at the mention of falling in love. Falk was definitely a man you could see a future with down the line, that was something apparent from when you first acknowledged your feelings for him, but the road to get to that point was always so terrifying you had trouble finding the nerve to even try.

“I just don't want to mess this up.” Your voice comes out softly.

“You won't.” He reassures you. “You just need to go down there and be your usual radiant self and the rest will fall into place.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze, trying your best to put on a brave face. “You should get going, don't want to be late.” He pays your arm before pulling his hand back.

“Yessir, thank you for your advice.”

“Of course my dear, anytime.” You smile at each other before you get up, preparing to leave. Just as your hand slid over the knob Charles chimes in again, “and don't be such a stranger. I know Roel has you on a tight leash but the rest of us would like to see you from time to time.” He chuckles.

“I'll make sure to have a word with him.” You shoot him a playful wink in response before you slip out of the room. You tried your best to steady your racing heart as you made your way down to the garage. You paused as you reached the top of the stairs, Falk adjusting the cuff of his sleeve he had rolled up as he hurried in your direction. He glances up, freezing in place when his eyes land on you.

“Perfect timing, huh?” He chuckles. Slowly striding forward to close the distance between you. “I'm really happy you agreed to come with me.”

“Well thank you for asking.” You smile sweetly at him. “What's the plan for the day?”

“Well,” the two of you head down the stairs side by side. “There’s this hole in the wall cafe I like to go to sometimes. After that I have something planned, but it's a surprise.” He chuckles.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” You giggle. Falk pulls his keys out of his pocket, twirling the ring around his finger a few times before catching the keys in his hand with a jingle. He opens the door for you, taking your hand carefully in his own as he helps you lower yourself into the car. Falk walks towards the back of the car, you can't stop a smile from passing over your lips as you catch sight of him shaking his hands to try and steady his nerves before getting into the driver's seat. His eyes trail over you, you blush under his gaze.

“Sorry… I just can't get over how pretty you look.” You breathe out a laugh, your cheeks flushing at his compliment.

“Thank you Fath-” You freeze, cringing slightly as you realize you might be acting too formally.

“Just Falk is fine Maus.” He chuckles at your flustered state. “I think we’ve known each other long enough to drop the honorifics, don’t you?” You nod, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

“Sorry, I'm just a little nervous I guess.” You admit, looking out the window to avoid meeting his gaze accidentally.

“Nervous?” He asks softly. “Maus, I can promise you there's nothing to be nervous about.” He pauses for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek as he pulls over whether or not to say something. “Would it help to know I'm a little nervous myself?”

“You?” It was hard to hide your tone of disbelief. “Why?”

“Well, it just so happens that the most beautiful woman I've ever met agreed to have lunch with me this afternoon. Now you're sitting here in my passenger seat and for the life of me I can't think of a single thing to talk about.” Your eyes widen slightly, your head snapping in his direction. You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up in your throat, dropping your face into your hands as you struggled to regain your composure.

“I'm sorry.” You breathe through a fit of laughter, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand. “I was so scared I was going to look stupid because I didn't know what to talk to you about.”

“I guess we just got ourselves all worked up over nothing then.” He chuckles. You notice his shoulder visibly relax, the prior tension fading away with ease as you both acknowledged how silly you were both acting. The silence you shared after that wasn't uncomfortable, if anything it was actually kind of nice. Falk turns on the radio, some random station crackling to life in the confined space. His hand leaves the knob, hovering in midair for a moment before he tentatively rests it over your own. “Is this okay?” He asks softly. You nod, carefully pushing your fingers in between his. 

“This is more than okay.” You smile back at him. You gasped as a small head jutted out of one of the windows of the car in front of you, a small hound dog letting his long ears flap freely in the breeze.

“I take it you're a dog person?” That was all it took. One question tumbled from Falk’s lips and any nerves left between the two of you melted away. You spent your long drive swapping stories of your various escapades around the Abbey, Falk told you about moments from his childhood that he still held onto with extreme fondness.

“You know, I've always been curious about what it was like for you and the other High Clergy members growing up, I imagine you were all under a lot of pressure.” You muse, your thumb tracing around one of Falk’s prominent knuckles.

“Eh, it's probably not that different. I went to school, had friends, I grew up like any other normal kid. It wasn't until I hit puberty that any changes really started to come up.” He chuckles at how effortlessly he referred to these changes. “It doesn't always go over very well when a 16 year old finds out they have to transform into a hideous beast once a month.”

“Hey, same here.” You joke. “Except I learned that harsh reality at 12 and instead of the super strength and the cool transformation my body just releases an alarming amount of blood once a month.” Falk laughs loudly, making you smile in response.

“Yeah, I guess that also has to really suck didn't it?”

“You really had no idea until you were 16?” You ask.

“It's not exactly the easiest thing to explain to a child.” He ponders over his thoughts for a moment before continuing. “To be honest, my parents weren't even sure the transformation was going to happen. See, you have families like Charles and Matthew’s. Both of them changed, and I think both of them started showing signs before I ever did. Attila is an only child, so is Roel.”

“And you?” You question, hanging on every word of his explanation.

“I have an older sister.” He responds.

“When did she first transform?”

“She didn't. At first my parents thought it was just some type of delay, there was no reason for her to have to take over from my father at the time so they figured it would be better to just wait it out. It wasn't until I started to show signs of my first transformation that they looked into it a bit more seriously. Apparently, nobody really knows why this transformation happens. There's been tests done with genetics, learned behavior that could awaken it, any rituals that would cause or stop it, nothing.” He absentmindedly fidgets with your fingers as he talks.

“So, they never figured it out?” He shakes his head in response to your question.

“No, she’s just as mortal as you are.” He sighs. “I'm sorry when you have to meet her, she still has a huge chip on her shoulder about it.”

“When I have to meet her, huh?” You shoot him a flustered grin. “Already planning on bringing me home to meet the family, huh?” You tease, lightly nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Sorry, it's way too soon for me to start talk-”

“I'm flattered.” You cut him off, watching the panic briefly pass over his features as he worries he said the wrong thing. “Our first date isn't even over and you've already decided I'm decent enough to meet your parents, I must be doing a damn good job at the whole small talk thing.” You both laugh.

“I can officially say this is a date, huh?” His deep brown eyes meet yours, the smirk lacing its way across his lips threatening to make you melt on the spot.

“I mean, if you want it to be.” You stutter in response, making Falk chuckle.

“I just wish I'd planned something a little more exciting, all things considered.”

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Kinktober Day 7: Threesome (Falk x Fem! Reader x Phantom SMUT)

Okay, so, mini update I guess? I'm a few days behind on Kinktober, the whole month of October I am a lot busier than I am the rest of the year so I didn't get done what I wanted to this weekend. That being said, over the next couple days I'm going to try to put out not one, but two fics until I'm caught up. It might happen, it might not. Will I go insane? Probably, but I'm mostly there anyways. So, let's strap in guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, we got some smut ahead!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MDNI, pleasure dom! Falk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, pussy eating, rough sex, creampie, voyeurism if you squint, multiple orgasms, I think that's it if I missed any let me know!

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You never thought having someone else’s eyes on you could be so hot. Phantom knelt a few feet in front of you, whining as he rutted himself into his hand. You sat in Falk’s lap, his cock rapidly thrusting into you as you howled in pleasure. “Look at how needy you make him Maus.” Falk purrs in your ear. Phantom’s eyes were dark with lust, he licked his lips as he desperately waited for the okay to touch you. Falk’s large palms blanketed over your hips, holding you in place as you reached out for the Ghoul. He stumbled forward, eager for the invitation. His lips crashed into yours. Falk’s lips latched around your neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises across your skin. You took Phantom’s cock in your hand, pumping him in time with Falk’s thrust. He releases a low, guttural groan, his head dropping back in pure pleasure. He allows his hands to roam your torso, massaging your breasts as he lets his thumbs flick over your nipples. You mewl, pushing into his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He breathes out.

“Isn’t she?” Falk grunts as he forces you down onto his cock with his hands. “Phantom, I think my princess needs a little more stimulation, would you like to take care of that.” You can hear the smirk in Falk’s voice, his only concern at the moment was providing you with the most intense pleasure he could manage. Phantom kisses down your body as he drops to his knees. Falk leans you against his chest, wrapping his hands around your thighs to hold them out of Phantom’s way. The Ghoul wastes no time diving in to taste you, you keen at his skilled tongue earning a chuckle from Falk. “So beautiful, meine Mäuschen. Are you enjoying yourself?” You could only nod, your mouth stuck open in a silent scream as Phantom’s tongue swirled around your clit. Phantom’s eyes met yours, he smirks slightly as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves roughly into your mouth. The intense sensation paired with Falk stuffing his hard cock as deep inside of you as he could manage made you cum instantly. Phantom groans in pure ecstasy at the taste of your juices on his tongue. Falk pulls out of you, giving you over fully to the eager Ghoul. He laps at your folds, causing youtube squirm with a sob. Falk grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to watch the spectacle before you. He pushes your legs back, licking a stripe the full length up your soaked pussy. You tangle your fingers in his soft, dark hair, grinding your hips against him. You curse under your breath at the feeling of his nose brushing over your clit. Falk teases your nipples with his fingers, gently rolling them between the long, nimble appendages. Your mind felt fuzzy as you tried to will yourself to focus, you felt the impending pressure of your next climax already building in your core. “Just a little more Phantom, she’s just about to finish.” He coaches, watching as you squirmed in his lap. You scream as Phantom’s tongue works its way inside you, his thumb rubbing feverishly at your clit until you quickly snap. Your whole body tensed as your second orgasm ripped through you. Phantom lapped at you greedily, your thighs twitching as you tried to pull away from him with a whine.

"Falk." You whimper his name softly. "Want you." You let your head lull against his shoulder . Falk stood, your feet hitting hard against the floor. He bent you over the arm of his chair, roughly gripping a fistful of your hair. He arches your back, his thrusts rippled across your skin as you screamed in pure pleasure. Your eyes met Phantom’s, his jaw hanging slack as he lazily stroked his cock. Falk growled, pulling your back flush against his chest, demanding your attention.

“What’s the matter princess? Do you want him to fuck you?” He snarls. You nod weakly, he beckons Phantom over with a curl of his finger. “I set the pace, got it?” He commands firmly, Phantom gives him a sharp nod in response. You whine at the emptiness of Falk pulling out of you, only to feel Phantom’s warm fingers wrap around your hips. “Take your time.” Falk makes himself comfortable in his plush office chair. Phantom swipes the tip of his cock over your entrance, coating himself in your arousal before pushing into you at an aggravatingly slow pace. His head drops as he lets out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he bottoms out into you. He continues slowly to pump in and out of you, soft curses falling from his lips. “Faster.” He orders, Phantom picks up his pace with a thankful sigh. You squeal at the feeling of him stretching you. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”

“F-Faster, please.” You stutter.

“You heard her Phantom.” He chuckles, filthy moans filling the room from you and him.

“Fuck, I can’t.” He sighs. He pulls out pumping himself as he lets his ejaculate spill onto your back. He pants as he strokes his head to the point of overstimulation, his hips bucking wildly into his hand as he whines. Falk bends you over the desk with a growl, shoving himself inside of you. He wraps an arm over your breasts, the other one reaching between your legs to rub your clit. You cry out at his expert touch, Falk knowing exactly how to touch you to get you to come undone beneath him. You grip tightly onto his bicep, your nails leaving deep crescent indent in his tattooed skin. The room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours, your delighted screams breaking through the steady rhythm. “You’ve been so good, princess.” Your eyes roll back in your head, you bouncing off of his cock as he spills his seed inside of you. He curses, his head coming to rest against your shoulder as he struggles to slow his breathing. You squirm beneath him, the sweat on your body starting to cool causes you to shiver. Falk pulls out of you, your brain too hazy and fucked out to process much of what was happening around you. You lay motionless across the desk as you tried to find the strength to move, you jump slightly at the feeling of a warm hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You look up only to be met with Phantom's gentle gaze. Before he had the chance to speak Falk had returned a towel to get everyone cleaned up.

"Is she awake?" He asks Phantom softly, the Ghoul chuckles and nods in response.

"Barely, but yes." Falk's hand combs soothing through your hair as the pair get you cleaned up as carefully as they can. Falk wraps you up in a blanket, cradling you in his arms as he collapses back into his office chair. Phantom presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering that he would see you soon as you drifted off in your partner's arms.

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Kinktober Day 5: Edging (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

DAY 5: I believe I am slowly losing my mind, the smut has consumed me, thank you @spookyghostjelly for putting up with me being crazy 🖤

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, ADULT CONTENT, edging, pussy eating, praise, fingering, biting, FEM! Reader, AFAB! Reader, I think that's it if I missed any let me know!

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You powered down the hallway, not caring about the concerned looks you were getting for your irritated expression. Today was not going your way, it seemed like it was just one minor inconvenience after the other that built up until you felt like you were ready to explode. You pushed open the half open door to your husband's office, finding him reading at his desk. He peers up at you, his book snapping shut as a smile spreads across his face. "Hallo meine Mäuschen, wie geht's?" (Hello my little mouse, how are you?) You collapse into the chair with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest, your face stuck in an exasperated scowl. Falk leans his elbows on his desk, giving you a patient smile. "What's wrong Maus? I don't like seeing such an aggravated expression on such a pretty face."

He scoots back from his desk, patting his thigh as a signal for you to come sit. You oblige, letting him cradle you against him as you get comfortable in his lap. "I'm just not having a good day, that's all." You grumble.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your hip.

"I was stuck in traffic for over an hour trying to go across town, it made me late for brunch with Primo and Terzo. Then, I was trying to get in touch with the caterer for the party in a few weeks and I was put on hold for an unreasonably long time. I had some work to take care of in the library and there was a line almost out the door at the service desk." You groan as you list out every single minute annoyance to him, Falk sat there and listened attentively, but you could tell by his expression that he had something to say.

"It sounds like meine Mäuschen needs to learn some patience." He remarks with a chuckle. "And, perhaps, to let off some steam, hm?" An arm slips under your knees, allowing Falk to lift you effortlessly as he stands. He sat you on the edge of his desk and you watched him closely, wondering what exactly he had planned. He loosens his tie with a groan, kicking the door shut with his foot before locking it. You rest the heels of your hands on his desk, leaning back with a smirk. Falk saunters over to you, his tie undone and hanging around his neck.

"Is this how you plan on helping me let off some steam?" You giggle, your arms sliding around his neck as his hands mold to your waist.

"Oh, by the time I'm done with you Maus you're going to have trouble remembering your name, nevermind the day you've had." He winks at you. He leans into you, capturing your lips with his own. You let out a satisfied hum at the feeling of him pulling you closer, your ass perched on the very edge of his desk. He slowly pushes up the hem of your dress, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their midst. He groans at the sight of you wearing nothing underneath. He drops to his knees, placing featherlike kisses to your soft skin. "You are absolutely divine, Engel." He praises, causing you to giggle.

"I was planning on surprising you when we got back from dinner." He offers you a hum of approval.

"I promise you can still have your fun when we get home," he chuckles, "but I have plans for you right now." You card your fingers through his hair, gazing down at him longingly.

"And what might that be lovey?" Your head falls back with a soft moan as he latches his mouth around your thigh, sucking a dark purple bruise that your dress would just barely cover.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He smirks up at you with a wink. Falk takes his time getting you warmed up, knowing all the right places to kiss you in order to turn you into a squirming mess beneath him. He places sloppy open mouthed kisses around your clit, you whined desperately. You tugged his hair, trying to pull his mouth closer. “Ask nicely.” He coos.

“Please, I need you.” You whimper. He chuckles, his hot breath fanning over your sex sending a shiver up your spine. He flicks his tongue over your clit, you instantly cry out at the much needed contact. He rolls his tongue in time with the movement of your hips, his name repeatedly falling from your lips as he expertly dragged you to the brink of your climax. “Don’t stop, please!” You try to plead with him as he pulls off of you completely.

“I told you Maus, you need to learn some patience.” He chuckles, leaning back in to lick one long, broad stripe up your soaked cunt. “I’ll give you what you want as long as you’re good and wait.” You fall back flat against the desk with a groan.

“Fine.” You mumble. He wraps his arms around your hips, making sure you are held firmly in place. His nose nudges against your clit as he allows his tongue to push inside of you. You grab onto his head with a sob, trying to chase any remnants of your previously impending orgasm. The vibrations of Falk chuckling against you threatens to send you over the edge only for him to pull off you once again.

“So needy baby.” He teases you. “What are we at? Two?” You gasp as he slips his long fingers inside of you, giving you a few slow pumps. “If you’re good you can finish at twenty.” He slowly begins to increase his pace. Falk knew your body better than you knew it yourself. Knowing exactly how to bring you right to the edge of your orgasm before pulling away entirely. “I can’t hear you counting, Maus.”

“S-sixteen.” You stutter, you were barely able to hold your eyes open, your brain feeling like utter mush. You wail as his mouth latches back around your clit, his fingers pumping into you at an almost inhuman pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving behind deep crescents in his skin. “Seventeen.” You feel the tears start to slide down your cheeks as he pulls away from you again.

“Only three more, Engel. You can do it.” He encourages you softly. You don’t know how he didn’t manage to break you during two of those final edgings.

“Twenty.” You sobbed.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart?” He asks, placing a kiss to your nose.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been so good, I need to cum so bad.” He kisses you harshly, allowing you to taste the mixture of your juices and his saliva on your tongue. He drops back between your legs, desperately lapping at your folds. You screamed his name, his tongue swiping over your clit sending you crashing into your climax. Your legs shook, clamping around his ears as his tongue fucked into you through your climax. You started to giggle as your orgasm faded away. Falk stands with a smile, your juices coating his lower face.

“Wasn’t that worth waiting for?” He asks smugly. He wipes his face on his sleeve before helping you fix your dress.

“Just wait until I get my hands on you later.” You threaten, looking at him seductively. He lets out an intrigued hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing you passionately.

“Let’s see if you can follow through on that, little one.” He chuckles.

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

Pt. 2 of Hopelessly In Love

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MINORS DNI, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pussy eating, size kink, Dom!Falk, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, use of 'good girl', begging, being pinned down, spanking, hair pulling, some swearing, Google translated German, aftercare, some fluff, mostly smut

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Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you walked at Falk's side, both of you trying your best not to rush. You kept your head bowed low, hoping none of the other Siblings you passed by would notice your flustered state. Your cheeks burned as a million thoughts rushed through your head. What were you doing? He was a member of the High Clergy and you're just an ordinary Sibling, what interest could he possibly have in you? But you wanted him. Dear God, did you want him. You allowed yourself to glance up at his face, almost as if he sensed your gaze, his eyes snapped up to meet yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, you watched a smirk ghost over his lips. You rounded the corner, the door of his chambers coming into view. You reached out for him, not sure whether or not you had been dreaming this whole time. Your fingers met the warm skin of his palm, Falk being quick to envelop your hand in his own. Your pace only quickened as you neared the door, both of you slipping silently inside. Falk pushed the door closed with a resounding slam, his arm hovering by your head as he kept you caged between him and the door. He reached up to caress your cheek, you instinctually leaned into his touch. He slowly brushes his thumb over your lips. "You're sure about this, Maus?" You nod, unable to find any words at all under his lustful gaze. His hand moved from your cheek to the door, before lowering himself down onto his forearms, forcing your back to be pushed flush against the wood. You gazed up at his position towering over you, eyes wide with anticipation. "You look nervous sweetheart." He says with a smirk.

"I wouldn't say nervous…" you trail off with a flustered giggle. The heat rapidly pooling in your core assured you this wasn't a sudden rush of nerves you were feeling. This was nothing but pure, unfiltered arousal for the man that currently had you locked under his gaze. He lets out a low hum, slowly stooping down and pressing an ear to your chest. You let your head fall back against the door, looking away from him in order to try and get a better handle on your breathing.

"Well, isn't someone excited." He chuckles. "Don't you worry Mause, I'm going to take very, very good care of you." You shudder, feeling the vibrations from his voice in your chest. You felt an arm snake around your waist, you let out a startled squeak as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You flailed slightly, feeling as if you were about to fall over. He breathes out a laugh, giving you a few soft pats on your ass. He tosses you on the bed before climbing on after you, he grabs you by the back of your knees, tugging you forward and wrapping your legs around his waist. The moment his lips are back on yours the air freezes in your lungs. You tangle your fingers in his hair, your back arching off the bed so your body could be closer to his. You felt his hand slip under the hem of your dress, slowly trailing its way up your leg. He roughly grabbed your hip, fingertips pressing into your flesh in a way that was sure to leave bruises behind. He kisses you deeply as he works your dress up to your waist. You whine as he pulls away, attempting to trail after him only to be guided back down to the bed. Falk kneels on the floor, wrapping his arms around your thighs and dragging you to the edge of the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he nips at the inside of your thigh. The rough pads of his fingers crept over your skin before hooking into your panties, making sure to take his time removing them.

"You're such a tease." You giggle.

He lets out a chuckle of his own. "I want to take my time with you Maus. Pretty soon you'll be too busy screaming my name loud enough for the whole Abbey to hear, I won't get to see that cute flustered expression of yours." Before you had a chance to respond he dipped his head between your legs. A strangled moan escaped your lips as he ran a firm, flag tongue up your already soaked cunt. You clapped a hand over your mouth, eyes growing wide and cheeks burning with embarrassment over the fact he was so easily able to elicit a sound like that from you. He gave you no time to dwell on the matter, that single moan enough to get him addicted to your cute sounds. He buried his face against you, nose brushing your clit as he eagerly lapped at your entrance, wanting to taste all of you. Your voice shook as you tried to stay quiet, your small squeaks and gasps only urging Falk on further. You struggled in his grasp, only causing him to hold you tighter. You pushed a hand through his hair, gently tugging him back to get a moment to breathe, but it was no use. You felt his tongue roll over your clit, your legs shook as his name tumbled from your lips in a desperate sob. He hummed against you, elated as he watched writhe beneath his touch. Every swirl of his tongue had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back in your head as he slipped two fingers inside of you.

"Such a pretty little thing you are, Maus." He groans as he watches you roll your hips against his fingers. You hear him fumbling with his belt, removing his pants to free his half hard cock. Soft groans and curses fall from his lips as he strokes himself in time with you using his fingers. A pleasure filled scream tears itself from your throat as his tongue flicks over your clit, toying with you for a moment before sucking the bundle of nerves roughly into his mouth. You got your hands on him however you could, pushing yourself against his tongue as you chased your orgasm. Falk fully took over, his fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly, the edges of your vision going white. He paws at your breasts through your dress, a low growl bubbling up in his throat due to the fact he couldn't feel you the way he wanted to. He grabs your collar, pulling you up to a sitting position. His fingers rocked deeper inside of you causing you to gasp as you grabbed his wrist. "Take it off." He orders sternly. You do as he asks, slowly shimmying the garment over your head, leaving you fully exposed to him. He hummed with a smile, letting his hands run over your curves, your body trembling under his touch. "Oh, I'm sorry Maus, did I cut you off?" He asks with a deep chuckle, watching as you struggled to hold still on his fingers. You rested on the heels of your hands, small gasps and moans falling from your lips as Falk slowly started to work his fingers in and out of you again. He groans at the sight, your juices leaking from your cunt and down his wrist. "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." He breathes out a chuckle at your flustered expression. Your eyes fell to his hand, his long digits effortlessly slipping past your folds with every tantalizing movement. "Look at me sweetheart, I want to see how good I'm making you feel." Warm brown eyes locked with yours, a smile gracing his features. His thumb pressed to your clit, your body shuddered at the sensation. Every rock of his fingers caused the coil winding in your core to grow tighter.

"Falk." You whimper out his name. "-'s too much." Your words slurred, a deep and heavy pleasure filling your entire body. Your eyes fluttered, your head spun as every fiber of your bearing threatened to come undone at his touch.

"What? Does that feel good?" He asks with a smirk. You nod, biting your lip in an attempt to hold back the lewd sounds he was pulling from your lungs. "Tell me what you want, Maus."

"I want to cum, please." You beg desperately, Falk's gaze still trained on you. He chuckles, leaning his face closer to you. His warm breath fanned over your skin, causing goosebumps to litter your chest.

"Then cum for me, sweetheart." He takes one of your nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud in a way that elicited a mewl from you. You felt your climax building rapidly in your body, his fingers working in and out of you relentlessly until something inside of you snapped. Your orgasm hit you like a title wave, you screamed out Falk's name as you desperately clung to the sheets. His free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright, his pace never slowing as your sensitivity only grew. You screamed in pleasure as another orgasm quickly wound up and snapped through you. "Good girl, cumming so quickly just from my fingers." You were embarrassed by the fact that he made you come undone so easily, but his words of praise had you feeling like you were floating on a cloud. He hoisted you up by the waist, your legs barely able to support your own weight as he guided you to the wall. Your hands slid up the cool surface, Falk's warm lips peppering kisses across your shoulders as he made quick work of discarding his own clothes. His body pressed against yours, pushing your chest flush into the wall, his rock hard erection firm against your back. "Be a good girl and spread your legs." You shuddered as his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. You pushed into his touch as his hand cupped your ass, shuffling your legs apart for him. His fingers teased at your entrance.

"Stop teasing so much." You whine, gasping as he suddenly pushes his fingers all the way inside you.

"If you hate my teasing so much, why do you keep moaning?" He questions with a smirk. His fingers pull all the way out of you, starting to run circles over your clit. Your legs threatened to give out underneath you, your body already weak from your previous climaxes. "I have to make sure you're properly taken care of Maus, I don't want to hurt you." He positions himself behind you, letting his body drape over yours. His skin was warm, his hand sliding over your stomach and down to your sensitive cunt. You cursed under your breath, letting your head drop to try and hide your face. "Eyes up here beautiful, I want to see that pretty face." You struggled to lift your head back up, all of your muscles getting heavier by the second. You gasp as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, removing his hand from you to stroke himself. He groans next to your ear, his fingers slick with your juices as he slowly rocked his hips. He pinned both of your wrists to the wall with one hand, using the other to tease your entrance with the head of his cock. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he pushed just the tip in. "Do you feel what you do to me, Maus?" He asks in a low, gravelly tone.

"I want you inside me." You stanmer out. Your voice breathy and shaking. Falk smirks, repeatedly pushing the tip of his cock in and out of you.

"Are you sure, Maus? Once I start I might not be able to stop." He says with a low chuckle.

"Please." You whimper, barely able to form a coherent thought. "Please, I need you." You cry out as he slowly eased himself into you. The delicious stretch of him filling you so completely threatened to make you climax. Your body involuntarily shook as you adjusted to the size of him.

"Shieße." He curses under his breath. Strings of praises falling from his lips in his native tongue as your walls pulsed around him. He starts to rock his hips, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasure coursing through your whole body. With every snap of his hips Falk hits a spot inside you that has you seeing stars. "Du bist so schön, meine Maus." His lips pressed against your throat, he left a trail of hot kisses across your skin. You could already feel another orgasm building in your core, a sensation that was only sped up by Falk's fingers brushing over your clit.

"Fuck, please don't stop!" You cry out, sobs ringing through the room as he picks up the page of his thrusts. Tears welled up in your eyes as he fucked you through your orgasm, your body feeling like it was falling apart underneath him. You attempted to pull your wrists out of his grasp but it was no use. "I can't." Was all you could manage to gasp out. You yelp as his palm comes into contact with your ass, he rubs the spot he struck in an attempt to soothe the sting.

"I'm not finished with you sweetheart." You let out another yelp as his palm connects with your bare skin once again. He grips you tightly around the waist, carrying you back to the mattress. You cried out for him as he buried his cock deep inside of you. Your body bent over the edge of the mattress gives him a whole new angle to pound into you from. "Sheiße, you feel so good, Maus." Your eyes rolled back, your thighs shook, your mouth hung open but no sound could manage to come out. Falk took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to get a look at the pure pleasure etched into your features. "Such a pretty little thing you are." He praises you, groaning as he feels his own climax rapidly approaching. He felt as if you were only pulling him in deeper with every thrust, the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock was absolutely sinful. You were begging him to stop, you were going to break. Another orgasm ripped through you, tears streamed down your cheeks as you screamed out his name. Incoherent nonsense tumbled from your lips, Falk having successfully fucked you silly. You couldn't string together the syllables of a word nevermind a sentence at the moment.

"Falk, please…" you sobbed. You gathered enough strength to look over your shoulder at him. His once cleanly defined black and white paint was now a muddied pool of grey as it melted down his face. Droplets of sweat splattered across your back in constellations of dark stars. His thrusts were starting to become noticeably sloppy, his once steady rhythm now lost. You could tell just how close he was, he was struggling to hold back. "Please, cum… inside." You were cut off by the strangled gasps that were forced from you as he slammed against your cervix. Hearing you give him permission only aroused him more, the fact that you gave yourself over to him so completely. He grabbed your hips tightly, every thrust jolting you forward. He moaned your name as he came inside you, you shuddered at the feeling of him throbbing against your walls. He eased himself out of you with a hiss, overstimulated from his climax

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asks softly, a warm hand resting in the middle of your back.

"My bones feel like jelly." You giggle. "I had a lot of fun." You smile at him, causing him to chuckle.

"Are you going to be alright laying heat while I go draw us a bath?" You nod, assuring him you would be fine. You fought against the sleep that was trying to embrace your body, knowing you would have to get cleaned up before you could rest. Falk returned after a few moments, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. "I don't want you to worry about a thing, Maus. Just let me take care of you." He carefully lowered you into the tub, helping you wet your hair before delicately working in some shampoo. "You're still okay? I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

"I'm a little sore, but I'll be alright." You let out a blissful sigh at the feeling of his nails scraping over your scalp. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, Maus." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Was this…" you trail off, unsure if you wanted to know the answer to this question or not. "Was this just going to be a one time thing?"

"You're not just a one time thing, Schatz." His response was immediate. "I want to be by your side for as long as you'll have me." You breath out a laugh, astounded by his statement. He rinsed the soap from your hair, helping you get cleaned up before helping you to bed. He joined you not long after, his skin warm from his shower. You reached up to gently caress his face. You smiled softly at the feeling of his stubble passing under your fingertips. He slid an arm over your waist, pulling you flush against him. The smell of his sweet soap dominating your senses. He places a gentle kiss to your lips. "I can't even begin to tell you how hopelessly in love with you I am."

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

WARNINGS: Mostly fluff with a spicy ending, I'm saving the smut for pt. 2 😘

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link! ~ Part 2

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"Oh, excuse me!" You hurriedly apologized after bumping into someone's shoulder as you passed by them in the hall.

"(Y/N)," the second Falk's eyes met yours, his face lit up with a smile, "no need to apologize, I should have been watching where I was going." He points to the stack of books you carried in your arms. "Heading to Father Attila's office?"

"Father Roel, actually." You say with a small chuckle. Falk's eyes widened slightly at your response.

"His office is on the opposite side of the Abbey, surely he doesn't expect you to carry those books all that way." Before you had the chance to assure him you were quite capable of doing so the stack of books was scooped out of your arms.

"Oh, Father Falk, I can manage, you don't have to trouble yourself." You try to grab the pile back only for him to swerve out of your way.

"Nonsense, we wouldn't want a pretty little thing like yourself getting worn out." He says with a wink and a crooked smirk. You couldn't help but breathe out a shocked laugh, a blush instantly spreading across your cheeks. You walked close to his side, the two of you sharing in some pleasant conversation. "What do you mean you're scared of the thurible?" He asks you through a fit of laughter.

"I'm just saying, you could very easily smack me in the side of the head with it if I'm not paying attention." You explain, trying to maintain as serious as possible. Falk's laughter was infectious, whenever you were lucky enough to hear it without fail it would bring a smile to your face.

"I can assure you my dear, I've never hit anyone with the thurible and I never will." You turned the corner towards Roel's office, who stepped out at the sound of laughter filling the hall.

"Falk, it's good to see you in such a good mood my friend." He turns to you and smiles, "(Y/N), I believed I told you to ask for my help with those."

"Father Roel, I am more than capable of carrying a few books down here by myself. If Father Falk hadn't been so stubborn I would have done so." You say with a laugh, Falk smiles down at you as he gently nudges your shoulder. The two exchange the stack of books, Roel dismissing you for the day.

"(Y/N), would you like to accompany me to my office for some tea?" Falk offers you his arm with a soft smile.

"I would love to, Father." Your arm slips through his, he waves over his shoulder at Roel as the two of you make your exit. As the two of you walked your hand ended up intertwined with Falk's, his thumb rubbing languidly across your knuckles as you walked the halls of the Abbey. It was a dark and gloomy day outside, trails of raindrops spidered across every window. But, despite the definite chill of the weather, you felt undeniably warm. The man at your side made your heart race, every smile and glance in your direction caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You reached his office, his fingers sliding gracefully over the brass doorknob. He motioned for you to step inside, your pulse thrumming in your ears. You folded your hands neatly in front of you, almost feeling as if you needed to wait for further instructions.

"You can have a seat, Schatz. There's no need to be so stiff." He remarks with a chuckle. You try your best to shake off your nerves, sitting in one of the plush leather chairs at his desk. Falk starts the kettle, glancing over at you with a smile. "I'm glad I ran into you today. You work too hard, you deserve to rest for an evening."

"I'm perfectly fine with my workload, Father." You assure him. "But, I definitely appreciate the invitation to spend some time with you." You smile coyly at him. He slowly strides over to the side of his desk, gently tilting your chin up with his pointer finger.

"I should be the one thanking you, my dear. I'm very happy to be able to share my time with you." His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, a devious glint in his eye as he took in every detail of your features.

"Falk." He nearly purred at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. "Can I speak honestly?"

"Of course you can, Schatz." He says softly. His fingers ghosting over your cheek as he brushes some stray hair out of your face.

"I think you're an incredibly handsome man." He breathes out a laugh at your confession.

"You flatter me, my dear." He beams down at you. Your moment was interrupted by the kettle singing. "Excuse me." You couldn't help yourself from trailing after his fingers as they pulled away. He poured you each a cup, retrieving and preparing some loose leaf tea that looked like it was probably a special blend. As it steeped the room filled with a sweet, almost floral scent. You looked at the cup curiously as he handed it to you. "It's a mixture of raspberry tea leaves and rose petals. It's a relaxing blend with a slight, uh… aphrodisiac effect." It was sweet, its warmth quickly spreading through your whole body as you took a long sip.

"An aphrodisiac, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle at the thought. "Trust me, it's not needed." He smirks slightly before taking a long sip from his cup. You noticed him studying you; every finger brushed through your hair, every shift in your position across from him, how you would find yourself getting lost in his gaze only to make you fumble your words and get flustered before his very eyes. Falk noticed it all.

"(Y/N), could I trouble you for a moment?" You nodded, intrigued by his sudden request to join him on his side of the desk. Falk stood, fingers ghosting over your waist before he lifted you up and set you on his desk in one swift movement. You let out a startled squeak, your cheeks instantly heating up as his face hovered in front of yours. "Close your eyes, Schatz." A soft smile passes over his lips. You follow his instructions obediently, your eyes slipping shut as you sit in a state of anxious excitement. "Stop me if any of this is too much." He whispers. You feel Falk's warm breath fan over your lips, the sensation instantly causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. It felt like all the air in your lungs had vanished when his lips finally met yours. You instinctively reach out, hands sliding over his chest. Thinking his actions were making you uncomfortable he tried to pull back, only for you to grab him by the collar to deepen the kiss. Falk stumbled forward slightly, caught off guard by your fervent and almost needy disposition. His hands slid over your waist before he fully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. You can't help but laugh against his lips as he haphazardly clears off his desk with one arm, sending papers, pens and other various office supplies scattering across the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carefully tips you backward, his hands carefully guiding you until you are fully displayed across the dark mahogany before his very eyes. You watched a smile slowly cross his lips as he pulled away, taking in the sight of you with pure adoration pooling in his expression.

You giggle as you watch him stare down at you, "what's that look for?"

"You're just so," he places another soft kiss to your lips before he trails down your neck, "so beautiful." He breathes a laugh against your skin, causing you to shiver slightly. He shifts his position, his fingers intertwined with yours on either side of your head as his eyes locked with yours once more. "How did I get lucky enough to earn your affection?" He asks, giving you a crooked, elated grin. You give his hands a gentle squeeze and return his smile. His eyes trail back down to your lips. He laughs nervously, "I hate to cut things short, but I'm worried I won't be able to control myself-" you cut him off, pushing yourself up slightly, your lips crashing against his. If you were being entirely honest, you didn't want him to control himself. You knew how he was; always very careful and calculated. But, what you wanted more than anything, was to see what the man you had already fallen hopelessly in love with was like completely unfiltered. He let his weight fully fall onto you, crushing you between his warm body and the cool slab of wood below. You struggled against his grasp, not minding the fact he had you pinned down but you were so desperate to get your hands on him. You felt him smirk against your lips at your attempts to wiggle out of his hold. You pushed your fingers through his hair before letting them trail down his neck, and over his shoulders. Your nimble fingers had just started to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt when you were both cut off by something tapping on Falk's office window. You both looked up to see the gardener who gave you an awkward wave, having just bore witness to your antics. Falk chuckles, his forehead bumping against yours. "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private, Schatz?"

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Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part XI

WARNINGS: Implied nudity, no direct mention of anatomy, mentions and slight descriptions of burns, slightly spicy, fluff

Part X - Part XII

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The party continued until the sun rose the next morning. You laid against Falk's chest as he propped himself up against a nearby tree. Your skin wet with dew, a slight chill in the early morning air, you smiled at the moment of pure tranquility. "You want to start heading home? Maybe we can stop for breakfast on the way?" He offers with a kiss to your temple.

"Should we go find everyone else?" You ask as you reluctantly sit up.

He shook his head, "they'll be alright, this isn't their first solstice." He chuckles. He groans as he sits up, "I'm getting way too old to be sleeping on the ground." You giggle at his complaint.

"My old man." You tease him with a high level of fondness lacing its way into your words. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you head back up the path to his car. The cab was warm with the golden light of the early morning sun. Your head laid on Falk's shoulder as he drove. You stopped and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading back to the Abbey. You collapsed on the bed the second you entered the room, a tired yet delighted sigh leaving your lips. Falk leaned over you, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing to shower. You laid there for a moment, physically exhausted but your mind was racing too much for you to get any sleep. You sat up, eyeing the bathroom door. You knocked softly, standing outside and waiting for any response. "Falk?"

"Yes, my love?" You bit your lip, trying to decide if you should ask for what you really wanted.

"Do you… do you think I could join you?" There was a brief pause.

"I don't see why not." You carefully stepped into the bathroom, hesitant despite the fact that he had granted you permission to enter. You were hit with a wall of steam, you could hear him quietly humming to himself behind the closed curtain. You discarded your clothes, carefully stepping into the shower. You were met with a soft kiss to your forehead, a smile instantly coming to your lips at the familiarity of the feeling of his hands landing on your waist. You let out a blissful sigh as the warm water hit your aching body, Falk cupped your cheek with a chuckle. "The water's not too hot?" You shook your head before ripping it back under the stream of the shower head. He took your arm, gently guiding you forward slightly as he got to work washing your hair. Your head lulled into his touch, your hands resting comfortably on his chest. "I don't think I've ever seen you look so relaxed." You giggle in response, finding yourself tracing your fingers over his collarbones, over the burns his cross left on his skin. "I know that's not very pretty to look at."

You leaned forward to place a gentle kiss against the dark purple mark, "some scars and burns aren't going to change how handsome I think you are." You state softly, the two of you exchanging a smile. "Can I ask how you got them?" His eyes drifted down to the cross that hung around your neck.

"When I first started transforming I hated what I was. I felt… unclean. I had this burden thrusted upon me with no real explanation as to why, I just felt cursed. I started wearing silver as a form of atonement for what I originally felt was a sin I was committing, an affront to God." He chuckles, picking up the metal between his fingers to study it for a moment. "But, as time went on, I developed methods to control my actions for the most part… of course that supermoon changed things slightly." He noticeably grimaced at the thought of your attack that night. You slide your arms over his shoulders, body pressing into his, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

"You couldn't have known I wasn't in my room, I don't want you to keep blaming yourself for that." He nods, his soft smile returning. He leans down, his lips easily finding yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, guiding you backwards until your back was pressed against the frigid tile wall as he deepened the kiss. Delicate fingers ghosted up your sides causing you to shiver. He went to pull away, your teeth catching his bottom lip to pull him back to you. He releases a lustful groan as he pushes into you, taking your wrists in his hands and pinning them to the wall above your head. Hot kisses trailed their way down your throat, a small whine escaping you as Falk bit down rather roughly on your neck. He holds your wrists in place with one hand, using the other to cup your chin.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He states in a low growl, thumb running across your swollen lips. You couldn't help but smirk slightly, his half hard member pressed against your stomach. "Unfortunately you're still going to have to wait, Schatz." He chuckles as you pout up at him. "I think our first time deserves a bed… and several hours where we won't be interrupted." You couldn't stop the shiver of anticipation that ran up your spine. He drops your wrists, giving you one last lingering kiss before stepping out of the shower. You joined him in the bedroom not long after to find him already shrugging into his clerical clothes to give mass. You lean against the doorframe, watching him with a small smile of adoration. "No rest for the wicked." He groans as he catches your gaze in the mirror, the two of you share a laugh.

"Even after such a long night you have to lead mass, huh?" You approach him at the mirror, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your forehead rest against his back. "Is there anything you would like me to do to help? I'm sure you must be tired." He turns in your grasp, stooping down to give you a chaste kiss.

"Just your company is enough, Schatz, don't worry." He smiles, giving you a few more short kisses before retrieving his ceremonial paints. You watch as he carefully applies them, years of practice causing his muscle memory to be absolutely flawless. In no time at all the reflection of Father Falk stood before you in the mirror. You were amazed, he made such an intricate paint job look effortless. "Would you like some?" He asks playfully. You look at the paints and then back up to him before giving him a slow nod. He takes your hand, leading you into the bathroom only for him to grab you by your waist and set you gently on the counter. You giggled, legs dangling well above the floor. He gave you gentle instructions; where to look, gently moving your head in the direction it needed to be so he could see better. "Perfect." He finishes with a smile and a soft kiss to your lips. He helps you down off the counter, you giggled at the sight of yourself in the mirror next to him.

"I should lead mass, they'll never know the difference." You joke earning a laugh from Falk. 

"Come on, we're going to be late." His fingers lace with yours as the two of you head out, a long day still ahead of you.

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Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part XII

WARNINGS: Very brief argument, shoving, swearing, threats, mostly fluff.

Part XI ~ Part XIII (TBA)

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The weeks felt like they passed you by in mere minutes, the next full moon rapidly approaching. You stood on a pedestal in front of multiple full length mirrors, one of the Abbey's talented seamstresses pinning the hem on your new ceremonial robe. "Oh, he's going to love it." She giggles along with you. "There, that's the last of the pins. I'll have it delivered to Father Falk's quarters once it's done." She smiled brightly at you, helping you shrug out of the cloak.

"I can't thank you enough Sister Maxine." You grab her hand cheerfully.

"Oh it's no trouble, I've never been chosen to work on a ceremonial robe, I should be thanking you for the opportunity." She returns your thanks bashfully.

"I know you're going to do a beautiful job, you're who I instantly wanted to work with when Falk brought this up." You were interrupted by a soft tap at the door.

"Sorry for the intrusion you two." Falk steps into the room with a smile, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Meine Maus, these are for you." Sister Maxine looked ready to swoon over his sweet actions, Falk's warm eyes remained locked on you as you inhaled his gifts sweet scent.

"What are these for?" You ask, cradling the bouquet to your chest. Falk offers you a crooked grin in response, you knew his response without him even having to say it.

"I was hoping you would accompany me to the ritual ball this evening." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You can't help but laugh as he smiles down at you. You had noticed something since the two of you had gotten together. He still acted as if he was courting you. Excitedly surprising you with small gifts of flowers or your favorite candy, asking you out on dates, even if it was something as simple as asking you to lunch, neither of you had lost the nervous butterflies of your child like crushes.

"I would love to." Your face lights up with a wide grin, Falk breathing out a chuckle.

"Sister Maxine, I trust their robe is coming along well?" He asks your seamstress.

"Yes Father, they looks absolutely radiant in it already. I can't wait to show you when it's finished." He kisses the top of your head, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"I'm excited to see your work, this one refused to let anyone besides you work on this." He teases you, causing you to roll your eyes and Maxine to laugh.

"(Y/N), if there's any more adjustments I think I'll need to make I'll send for you. You two go have fun at your ritual ball." She waves the two of you off. You lean into Falk's side as you walk, he seemed extremely giddy today.

As you grew closer to his quarters he took your hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze. "Don't be mad at me, but I bought you something." He chuckles as he watches your eyes narrow, he knew how much you hated it when he spent money on you. He gently tugged you through the door behind him. You let out a high pitched squeal as Falk pushed you up against the door, you giggled as his lips crashed into yours. "Close your eyes." He whispers. You do as he asks as he pulls off you. You hear him rustling something out of his closet, the zipper being undone on what he had retrieved. "Okay, open." You blinked a few times as your vision cleared. He stood before you holding up an ensemble you had fallen in love with when you had taken a trip into town. 

"Oh, Falk, it's beautiful!" You press a kiss to his cheek, carefully taking the clothing from him to admire it. "Sweetheart you didn't need to go through all that trouble." His hands gently squeeze at your waist.

"You're my seelenbindung, nothing is too much trouble for you." He states softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Go get ready, we'll leave in about an hour." It was a bit of an odd feeling slipping into a sort of domestic rhythm next to Falk. Him chuckling softly as he brushed his teeth, listening to you singing loudly in the shower. You stood next to him in the bathroom mirror, you doing your makeup while he shaved. You laughed loudly as the two of you danced in his bedroom as you got dressed. You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling down at the most handsome man you had ever met, who was currently helping you put on your shoes. He takes your hand, helping you stand. "Meine Maus ist so schön." He coos in his native tongue, gently squeezing your cheeks in his hand. You laugh, burying your face against him to try and hide your flustered expression. You sat beside him as he drove, both of you happy to be at each other's side. You turn your attention to him as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Is everything alright, Schatz? You seem tense."

"Yeah, just nerves." You wanted to tell him but you didn't want to sour your whole evening together. The closer the next full moon got the more it weighed on your mind. He languidly ran his thumb across your knuckles.

"Maus," he states softly, "if you have worries you can talk about them, it might make you feel better." You dared a glance at his eyes, the expression he wore alone enough to tell you he knew what was making you so stressed.

You let out a shaky sigh. "I know… I know last time was because I didn't follow the rules. I shouldn't have been out of my room on ritual night. But, Falk, a wooden door isn't going to keep you out. If any of you decided that would wanted into a room… I've seen what you look like, I don't even want to imagine the strength you have when you're that beast."

"Schatz, I promise you, as long as you're not wandering the Abbey you will be safe." Despite the fact he knew you trusted him he could still sense your anxiety rolling off you in waves, a hesitant look in your eyes as you continued to think about just how impossible that sounded. "When we get back to the Abbey I would like to show you something, hopefully it'll help calm your nerves. I don't like seeing you so upset, meine Maus." He guides your knuckles to your lips. A small smile spreads across your lips as you gaze at him. You lean in, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. When you arrived at the party you tried your best to shake off the dark cloud that hung above your head, there was no use getting worked up over something that couldn't be helped, especially not now. Your chest swelled as you stepped from the quiet outside to the loud, raging energy of the party inside. You gave Falk's arm a gentle squeeze as you smiled up at him, you saw his gaze soften as he realized just how much confidence you had gained over the past month.

"Well look who decided to show up!" Roel booms, his arm slinging over your shoulder as he crushes you into a side, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek that causes you to recoil with a laugh. He takes you firmly by both shoulders, dropping down onto one knee so he can look you in the eyes. "Is he treating you well?" You can't help but laugh at how seriously he asked you that as you nod in response. "Good, if he doesn't you let me know. We're family, if anyone treats you wrong they'll have to deal with me." Charles pats him on the shoulder, shooing him away from you. Roel drops his hold on your shoulders, resuming his position towering over you.

"Don't mind him," Charles chuckles, "he gets emotional when he's been drinking."

"It's no problem," you nod in Roel's direction, "we're family." You smiled as Falk pulled you in close to him, idly chatting with the group around you. It was strange to think about. From the outside looking in this should be the farthest place from somewhere you felt safe. You were quite literally surrounded by a group of monsters, creatures you thought were pure fantasy until now. Yet, despite all of that, when you looked around you couldn't think of a single place you'd rather be. Falk's warmth enveloping you seemed to shield the overstimulating buzz of the room, five pairs of sharp eyes all darted in your direction as someone bumped into you. You understood now why Falk kept reassuring you the first party you came to, it was a silent declaration from them all. If anything went wrong, keeping you safe was a top priority. 

"Falk, I'm gonna take them to get a drink." Roel places a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Don't get separated, you know how easy it is to get lost." He warns his friend before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You stuck close to Roel's side, the two of you sharing some casual conversation as you pushed yourself through the crowded room. You bumped into his shoulder as he suddenly went rigid. He moved his arm in front of you.

"Roel-" You start in a concerned tone before he cuts you off. He looks down at you with a comforting smile.

"It's alright, just stay close, yeah?" He could see his vague reassurance wasn't enough of an answer. "There's eyes on us." He offered his arm, you held onto him tightly as you tried to stop your eyes from wandering. In one swift movement Roel effortlessly shuffled you to his other side just as a familiar face emerged from the crowd. "Klaus." Roel greets bluntly as he cautiously eyes the man.

"Roel." He returns the greeting with a sharp smile. His eyes flashed down to you, your gaze narrowed. "I believe we've met before as well, haven't we?" He runs his tongue over his teeth as he ponders the thought over. "My apologies, I don't believe I ever got your name." His voice came out in a purr, as if he was trying to lure you closer with his words.

"It's (Y/N)." You respond hesitantly. Klaus reaches his hand out to take yours, Roel pushes himself in between the two of you with a growl.

"Back up." He snarls. "She's with Falk, surely that was clear enough to get through your thick skull." Klaus straightened up, matching Roel's towering height.

"And you damn mutts should know that regardless of that fact I'm going to take what I want." Roel grabbed Klaus by the collar, slamming him against the bar. Falk was by your side in an instant, pushing through the crowd the instant he noticed the disruption.

"Roel, what's going on here." Falk snaps sternly. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close to ensure you would be out of harm's way.

Klaus shoved Roel off him, parting the crowd to head for the exit. He paused for a moment to look you up and down, a smirk spreading across his features. "You better keep a close eye on your partner Falk." Roel held a hand against Falk's chest to stop him from charging forward.

"He's not worth it." He says keeping his eyes trained on Klaus as he leaves. "I think it might be a good idea to get them back to the Abbey." Falk nods, taking your hand and trying his best to give you a reassuring smile.

"Come on, Schatz. Are you alright?" You nestle yourself close to his side.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You say through a forced smile, trying your best to hide your nerves from him. You couldn't deny how shaken you were. You rode back to the Abbey in silence, your eyes trailing the street lamps as they whizzed past your window.

"Maus," Falk suddenly speaks up, his voice soft. "You know I'd never let anything happen to you, right?"

You nod, reaching over to take his hand. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, my love." He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Is Klaus… dangerous?" You couldn't think of a way to phrase your question that didn't alert Falk to your worries.

"Klaus is a very powerful man within our community. Because of that he has a tendency to believe that he can do and take whatever he wants." Falk clears his throat, trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. "But, no matter what he thinks that doesn't mean we're going to let him. You're safe at the Abbey, with me, with the rest of the huge clergy. I just… I need you to trust that I'll get this figured out."

You lean over, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I trust you."

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